Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 181

He stopped right in front of Gwyneth. Bennett reached out, his warm, steady hand wrapping firmly around her slightly chilled wrist.

The heat of his palm seemed to seep right through her skin, soothing and steady, like it was melting straight into her heart.

He tightened his grip just enough to draw her closer—so close, in fact, that she could feel his breath graze her forehead.

Raising his other hand, Bennett’s long fingers moved with a reverence that bordered on worship. He gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his touch so delicate it was almost unbelievable.

When he spoke, his voice was low and rough, every word striking something deep inside her.

“None of that matters. It’s not even worth explaining.”

His gaze lingered over every line of her face before settling on her clear eyes. He spoke again, each word ringing with quiet certainty.

“As long as you’re standing here in front of me, that’s all I need.”

Gwyneth felt the fragile cracks in her heart widen all over again.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

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At dawn, the atmosphere inside Harvest Group was thick with tension and barely-suppressed agitation.

Sunlight spilled through the vast floor-to-ceiling windows, but it couldn’t chase away the invisible gloom hanging over the open office floor.

In the break room, by the printer, even along the narrow aisles between cubicles, clusters of hushed but excited voices buzzed like swarming bees:

“Did you hear? Absolute bombshell! Mr. Locke’s $400 million Cloudview Resort project—completely tanked!”

“Completely! Have you seen the news? Protected landmark, indefinitely suspended! Word is Mr. Locke had to plug that $400 million hole out of his own pocket!”

“Yikes. Four hundred million, down the drain, just like that? Not even a splash.”

“This is the biggest blunder of Mr. Locke’s career. All those sleepless nights, all our hard work—gone.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. Makes you wonder if Mr. Locke’s really as capable as everyone says…”

The voices dropped even lower, tinged with nervous speculation:

“Look at G-B Group—their projects keep landing, employee perks keep going up. They’re living the good life over there.”

“Shh! Keep it down! But honestly… you’re not wrong.”

Every pointed word stabbed straight into Julian’s ears as he stepped through the front doors.

He froze, his tall frame going rigid, as if an invisible sledgehammer had come crashing down on him.

The exhaustion and defeat from his sleepless night were already etched across his face; now, his expression darkened to a stormy gray, a vein throbbing at his temple.

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