Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 314

Afternoon.

Locke Group Headquarters, Press Conference Hall.

The conference venue inside the Locke Group’s skyscraper glittered with lights, packed wall-to-wall with members of the press and high-profile guests from every corner of the business world.

A massive backdrop dominated the stage, emblazoned with the words: “Locke Group: A New Era—Aster Project Signing Ceremony.” The message was unmistakable—today was about celebrating Julian’s official appointment as Chairman of the Board, and his triumphant securing of the internationally coveted Aster Project.

As for the former chairman, Yale, the public only knew that he’d been hospitalized and recovering from illness for quite some time. But according to whispers Gwyneth had picked up, the truth was far more sinister: Julian had all but placed his own father under house arrest, cutting him off from the company entirely.

Julian strode into the hall clad in a custom-tailored black suit, his hair perfectly styled, a self-assured smile lighting up his face. He looked every inch the conquering hero as he surveyed the packed auditorium—the media, the titans of industry, the politicians and celebrities who had come to extend their congratulations. He basked in the intensity of their collective gaze.

Yet, as he scanned the crowd, his eyes flickered with a subtle restlessness, as if searching for someone in particular.

Whoever he sought was not there. For a fleeting moment, disappointment and a flash of malice crossed his features before his self-confidence quickly reasserted itself.

Gwyneth hasn’t arrived yet?

No matter. Once she sees today’s news, once she sees the heights I, Julian, have reached—she’ll regret everything. She’ll regret choosing Bennett, who is on the verge of losing it all, and she’ll come running back to me.

He straightened his already immaculate tie, as if to reinforce his own composure, then walked up to the podium with a steady, confident stride.

A blinding wave of camera flashes greeted him.

Julian adjusted the microphone, his face settling into that polished, practiced business smile. His voice rang out through the sound system, carrying easily across the hushed room:

“Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed members of the press—good afternoon! Thank you all for joining us at the Locke Group’s press conference, as we witness together this pivotal moment in our company’s history!”

His tone radiated authority and unshakeable confidence. Polite applause rippled through the audience.

Julian was just about to launch into his speech, ready to lay out his grand vision for the future of Locke Group and the epoch-making significance of the Aster Project, when—

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