Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 266

Bennett clearly had no patience for Mikael’s late-night feast. His tone was icy as he snapped, “You show up at this hour just to mooch a meal? If you have something to say, spit it out. Otherwise, get lost.”

Mikael, caught off guard, suddenly remembered why he’d come. He wiped his mouth, his expression turning serious. Shooting a hesitant glance at Gwyneth, he seemed unsure whether to speak.

Bennett didn’t bother hiding his annoyance. “It’s fine. Just say it.”

With the green light, Mikael lowered his voice. “Julian officially took over at Locke Group today. The people we planted in key positions—they got laid off, no warning. It was fast, surgical. Looks like Julian caught wind of something and started cleaning house.”

He paused, his tone heavy. “Luckily, the ones we buried deeper—he hasn’t touched them yet. Word is, he called a board meeting this afternoon and made it clear: he’s overhauling the strategy, funneling resources, and going all-in on cracking the international market. He’s moving hard and fast.”

Gwyneth felt a chill as she listened. Julian wasn’t just efficient—he was ruthless, and clearly prepared. His target was obvious: cut out Bennett’s influence in Locke Group and pave his own way.

She realized now that the competition between Bennett and Julian inside the company was far more direct—and savage—than she’d imagined. What had pushed Julian to go all in like this? Did he have some new leverage, or had something finally set him off?

Just then, Bennett spoke. His voice was unhurried, almost lazy, as if Mikael’s report were nothing more than idle gossip. “Let him have at it.”

He picked up his spoon, calmly ladling some soup, the picture of effortless confidence and authority. “Let him try. He’ll find out soon enough that breaking into the international market isn’t as easy as he thinks.”

His words were light, almost dismissive, but the underlying certainty was unmistakable. It was as if every move Julian made had already been anticipated, already accounted for.

Mikael blinked, then suddenly seemed to understand. A relieved grin spread across his face. “Alright then! With you saying that, Bennett, I can finally relax!”

His attention drifted, and he couldn’t help but notice the cartoon bandage wrapped around Bennett’s finger.

He burst out laughing, pointing at Bennett’s hand. “Bennett! I never would have guessed—you’ve got a soft side after all! That bandage is… well, it’s something!”

Bennett’s gaze turned cold in an instant, a Siberian chill slicing through the room as he looked straight at Mikael. “Are you done?”

His voice was low, making it crystal clear Mikael had outstayed his welcome. “If you’re finished, you can go.”

The warning landed. Mikael froze, his laughter dying in his throat. Knowing better than to push his luck, he stuffed the last bites of food into his mouth, cheeks puffed full, and quickly stood up. As he edged toward the door, he mumbled, “All good, all good! I’ll leave you two to your romantic dinner. Bennett, Gwyneth—enjoy your evening! Bye!”

He slipped out, shutting the door behind him with a loud “thunk,” and the room immediately fell quiet again, just the two of them left.

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