Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 234

Julian’s heart leapt the moment he saw her finally react. He knew it—no one could resist the allure of “Nimbus,” especially not for a high-end project like the Calmgrove City Retirement Home, which prided itself on its people-first approach and sterling reputation.

The name “Nimbus” was pure gold, a badge of top-tier design, massive publicity, and incalculable brand value.

Last night, when Queenie had assured him she had a way to convince the elusive Nimbus to join the project, he’d immediately latched onto the idea. With such a trump card, Gwyneth would have no choice but to get on board.

And once she was in, it’d be easy enough to cut her out.

With that thought, Julian’s confidence soared. He straightened up, his voice growing even more assured, tinged with a hint of patronizing generosity.

“I said, I can get Nimbus. Gwyneth, only the Locke Group has the connections and influence to bring her in. With a name like that on our side, our partnership will be unstoppable.”

At last, Gwyneth was certain she hadn’t misheard.

Was he serious?

Where did he get such confidence?

And when had she ever agreed to accept Julian’s invitation? How could she possibly be someone he could just “bring in”?

It was the most ridiculous, laughable thing she’d heard all day.

She studied Julian’s self-satisfied expression, a new thought flickering through her mind.

As much of a jerk as Julian was, he’d always been cautious in business. He rarely played a card this boldly unless he was at least seventy or eighty percent sure of the outcome.

Could he have been conned?

Or did he actually have some connection to Nimbus she didn’t know about?

Or perhaps he was simply bluffing, dangling an empty promise to lure her back into partnership?

Her curiosity overpowered any urge to call him out directly. She wanted to see who had the nerve to use her name in such a brazen scam.

Suppressing every hint of emotion, Gwyneth leaned back against the couch, her fingers tapping lightly on her knee. She managed an expression of skeptical curiosity, and let her voice slow, feigning interest.

“Oh? Nimbus is notoriously hard to pin down—getting her to accept an invitation is next to impossible. What exclusive connection do you have that everyone else doesn’t? I’d love to hear it.”

Julian, sensing she was intrigued, felt even more pleased with himself. But there was no way he’d let slip anything about Queenie. He just gave a knowing smile and waved dismissively, his tone distant and mysterious.

“That’s not for you to worry about. Trade secret. I have my ways. All you need to do is agree to the partnership, and I guarantee Nimbus will be at the helm of our design team.”

Gwyneth sneered inwardly—so there was a catch after all.

Outwardly, she merely smiled, playing along. Her lips curled into a playful, challenging grin, and she drew out her words deliberately.

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