Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 235

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By this point, Gwyneth had completely lost her patience for sparring with Julian.

She didn’t bother with another glance in his direction. Rising from the couch, she grabbed her purse, her tone cool and businesslike.

“Mr. Locke, let’s discuss our collaboration another time. I have an important meeting to attend, so if you’ll excuse me.”

She didn’t wait for a response. Without hesitation, Gwyneth strode out of the lounge, heels clicking decisively on the floor, leaving behind only the chill of her retreat.

Julian was caught off guard. He’d expected at least the bare minimum of polite pretense, but Gwyneth had dismissed him in just a few curt sentences. She hadn’t even bothered with pleasantries.

The abruptness left him momentarily stunned, rooted in place for a long while, trying to process what had just happened.

Meanwhile, Gwyneth returned to her executive office, closed the door, and shut out the curious stares and whispered speculation from outside.

The icy mask she’d worn moments before was replaced by a flash of sharp determination. Picking up her phone, she logged into her long-unused Nimbus account.

A simple announcement was posted:

“Hello everyone, this is Nimbus. The Nimbus Art Exhibition and Opening Gala will be held in Banyan City.”

At the same time, she sent out invitations to the inboxes of every major corporation in Banyan City.

The news hit social media like a boulder thrown into a still lake. Within moments, top fashion and finance media outlets were flooding every platform and headline:

BREAKING: Famed designer Nimbus confirms return! First solo exhibition and gala to be held next week!

A once-in-a-century event! Nimbus to host an exclusive private gala—sending shockwaves through the design world and high society!

The comment sections erupted, updates pouring in by the second:

“Oh my god!! Is it really that Nimbus? Didn’t she always refuse public events and keep a low profile?!”

“Unbelievable! I never thought I’d live to see the day Nimbus makes a public appearance!”

“This has to be the most sensational news of the year! What kind of person does it take to get an invitation?”

“I’m dying of curiosity! What will the gala be like? Will she finally reveal her face? Will any of her designs go up for auction?”

“I’m sick of saying how jealous I am. Who are the lucky ones getting invited? It’s Nimbus, for crying out loud!”

In an instant, everyone with their finger on the pulse of fashion, art, or high society was riveted by the news of this unexpected gala.

Suddenly, Gwyneth’s personal phone began to buzz.

The screen flashed with Elodie’s name.

She picked up, barely getting out a greeting before Elodie’s incredulous, excited voice tumbled through the line:

“Gwyneth! Oh my god! I just saw the news! You’re throwing a gala? And it’s blown up this big? This really isn’t like your usual low-key style!”

Gwyneth could practically picture her friend on the other end of the call—wide eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and confusion.

Crossing to the floor-to-ceiling windows, Gwyneth watched the traffic streaming below, her lips curving in a wry, almost teasing smile. In a few words, she recounted the absurd conversation she’d just had with Julian.