Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 246

“What?” Julian frowned.

“Just now... for a split second—”

The department head jabbed a finger at the screen, his voice laced with disbelief.

“All the trending topics related to this, they vanished! Posts and negative comments about the incident are being deleted, blocked, wiped out across every major platform at a staggering pace. It’s like—like some invisible hand just swept everything away in one fell swoop!”

Julian snatched the tablet for himself, scrolling through the feeds.

Sure enough, the trending list that had been bursting with damning headlines only moments ago was now spotless. Searching the keywords brought up nothing but trivial chatter and his official statement denying the rumors.

As he tried to make sense of it, his private phone blared sharply.

The caller ID flashed two words that made his heart drop—

Father.

And suddenly, everything was clear.

This ruthless sweep, this silencing of public opinion—it could only be the work of his father, Yale Locke.

Julian drew a deep breath and answered. He hadn’t even gotten a word out before Yale’s voice came cold and merciless, each syllable like an icicle driven home:

“Julian, what kind of mess are you stirring up this time? Haven’t I told you before—if you ever drag our family name through the mud again over that woman, you can pack your things and get out of the Locke family for good!”

Even over the phone, Julian could picture the thunderous rage on his father’s face.

Standing nearby, Queenie shrank from the sound of Yale’s shouting, her face drained of color. For a fleeting second, hatred flickered in her eyes.

That miserable old bastard.

Julian clenched the phone so tightly his knuckles whitened. He lowered his voice, desperate to explain.

“Dad, it was an accident this time. A setup—I was framed—”

“An accident?” Yale’s tone grew even colder.

“Once is an accident. Twice, three times, it’s a disgrace. The Locke family name is not yours to tarnish!”

Julian rushed to change the subject, tossing out his latest accomplishment as a lifeline.

“But Dad, I managed to secure a private dinner with Nimbus! This could be huge for Locke Group—”

There was a pause on the other end, as if Yale was weighing his options.

But then Yale’s voice returned, chilling and final, brooking no argument.

“I’ll handle Nimbus. As for that woman—Julian, I trust I’ve made myself clear. Don’t test my patience again.”

With that, he hung up before Julian could say another word, leaving nothing but an unbroken dial tone.

Julian set the phone down slowly, his face dark with frustration.

He knew exactly what his father meant—

Queenie could never be publicly acknowledged, could never appear at his side again.

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