Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 236

“Queenie, weren’t you the one who swore you could get Nimbus to come? How could you not know about something this important?”

Queenie’s heart hammered in her chest, cold sweat prickling down her back in an instant.

Her mind raced. Forcing down her panic, she reminded herself she hadn’t actually lied. She quickly plastered on a hurt, slightly indignant look, already spinning a new excuse in her head.

“Of course I can get Nimbus to come!” she insisted, her voice laced with a playful whine as she looped her arm through Julian’s.

How was she supposed to know Nimbus would suddenly throw a party like this? Damn it!

She could contact Nimbus only because, back in college, they’d crossed paths a few times. At that time, Nimbus had been friends with Gwyneth’s parents. Seeing that Queenie was studying design, Nimbus had kindly shared her contact.

Monica had once told her that if she ever needed advice, she could reach out to Nimbus.

And now that Gwyneth’s parents were gone, surely Nimbus would help her out of respect for them.

She’d been waiting for the right moment to contact Nimbus—she just hadn’t found the chance to ask for anything specific yet.

She squeezed Julian’s arm, tilting her face up to him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, her voice trembling as if deeply wounded by his doubt.

“Julian, do you really not believe me?”

Julian watched her heartfelt performance, but his suspicion wasn’t entirely dispelled. Still, seeing those watery eyes—plus the fact that she had, on occasion, shared real design-world secrets—he decided to let it go, at least for now.

His expression softened as he patted the back of her hand, his voice gentler now.

“Of course I believe you. I was just surprised, that’s all.”

Just then, his computer chimed with a new email.

Julian clicked it open without thinking. The sender’s address looked low-key but unmistakably exclusive, encrypted for privacy. The subject: Invitation to the Nimbus Art Exhibition and Gala.

The invitation was elegantly minimalist, every detail exuding artistry. The watermark was impossible to forge, the wording graceful and refined—absolutely befitting Nimbus’s elusive, legendary status.

Julian’s eyes lit up.

The last of his doubts vanished in a heartbeat.

He spun around, throwing his arms around Queenie, his excitement overflowing.

“Queenie! You’re amazing! I can’t believe it—it’s real! Nimbus really sent me an invitation!”

He stared at the invitation like it was his golden ticket, his face once again radiating smug triumph—and open disdain for Gwyneth.

“As if Gwyneth has a shot at going! She probably doesn’t even know what an invitation looks like, let alone how to get one. What a joke!”

Wrapped in his embrace, Queenie froze for a split second at his words. Nimbus really sent him an invitation? Was it actually because of her connection to Gwyneth’s parents?

But… what if Gwyneth got one too?

No way. Every time she’d brought up Nimbus, Gwyneth always claimed not to know her well. Clearly, those two old folks only introduced Nimbus to her.

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