Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 220

The opening set the tone on an entirely different level, raising the stakes with just a few words.

Instantly, the faint murmur of conversations faded away beneath the stage.

Gwyneth continued, her pace measured, each word clear and resolute:

“That’s why our proposal targets the one blind spot every existing project has failed to address.”

She went on to lay out the groundbreaking core of her plan.

Every point struck straight at the heart of what luxury eldercare was missing—her vision was sweeping, her strategy ingenious. She’d shattered the old mold entirely, delivering a proposal so far above the competition it was almost unfair.

As she spoke, the room shifted—from stunned silence, to gasps of disbelief, to a final eruption of excitement when her words concluded.

“My God! The perspective! The ambition!”

“She’s talking about value redefinition, emotional intelligence, cultural ecology. Where does she even come up with this?”

“She’s operating on a whole different plane. None of us were even thinking in these terms!”

“While we’re all busy figuring out how to build stronger walls, she’s already designing a palace for the people inside!”

“And someone called Ms. Fletcher just a pretty face? With vision like this, she’s left everyone in the dust!”

The experts on the review panel could hardly contain themselves—leaning in, whispering frenetically, faces alight as if they’d just unearthed a hidden gem.

Meanwhile, Julian sat in the audience, his face draining from ashen gray to a stark, bloodless white. He stared at the radiant woman on stage, his fingers gripping the armrest so tightly his knuckles turned pale.

This fiancée of his... truly remarkable.

Absolutely remarkable.

She’d hidden this ace up her sleeve—kept it from him all this time.

But even as anger flickered in his eyes, a trace of admiration slipped through, so subtle Julian himself didn’t notice.

Up on stage, Gwyneth was dazzling, her proposal like a stone hurled into a placid lake, sending shockwaves across the auditorium.

Down below, Queenie looked at the woman who seemed to have it all—beauty, brains, and an undeniable presence. Jealousy and bitterness surged inside her, threatening to spill over.

She’d always known Gwyneth was capable.

She’d just never imagined she could be this exceptional.

The scope and depth of Gwyneth’s proposal was something she couldn’t hope to match, no matter how hard she tried.

A biting sense of inferiority gnawed at her, quickly curdling into resentment and self-justification.

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