Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 34

Julian’s fountain pen suddenly sprang a leak, blue ink bleeding across the contract in a spreading stain.

He instinctively wiped at it with his sleeve, but only made the mess worse—much like the situation he was watching slip through his fingers.

“Ahhh—this is the best!!!”

Elodie shot out of her swivel chair, sending a shower of potato chips spinning toward the ceiling like confetti.

On the surveillance monitor, Queenie was desperately trying to fix the smudged mascara that had turned her eyes into dark, weepy circles, while Julian clutched the $60 million compensation agreement.

“Did you see that? Did you?” Elodie shrieked, shaking Gwyneth’s shoulders with wild glee. “Queenie’s fake lashes fell off from crying! And Julian’s face is darker than that ancient bottle of soy sauce I found in my kitchen!”

Gwyneth switched off the feed, a sly smile tugging at her lips. She raised her glass of red wine and clinked it against Elodie’s.

The crisp chime of crystal echoed in the room as the dark wine swirled into tiny whirlpools along the glass, echoing the chaos inside Queenie’s mind.

“Cheers. To our brilliant designer, Nimbus—the true queen’s return.”

Elodie leapt to her feet, cheering.

Who would have guessed the legendary Nimbus was actually Gwyneth?

Gwyneth just laughed and shook her head at Elodie’s antics.

Thank goodness the office’s soundproof glass was top-of-the-line—otherwise, she’d really have to worry about their secrets getting out.

She glanced out the window, lashes lowered. “There’s still another act to play later.”

Backseat of Julian’s Maybach.

Queenie sobbed like a child who just had her candy stolen.

Her tears followed a carefully crafted rhythm—three quick gasps, one drawn-out sigh—so that the droplets would trace perfectly down her cheekbones, landing on Julian’s Armani suit in a flawless heart-shaped stain.

“Julian... am I... am I really that useless...” Her words broke off in a breathy whisper as she tugged at the third button on his shirt—closest to his heart.

Julian wiped at her ruined makeup with a look of concern, but only smeared the mascara further. “It’s not your fault. It’s Gwyneth—she set you up on purpose!”

Outwardly, Queenie shook her head and fixed his tie, lips trembling. “Maybe... maybe she didn’t mean it...”

But inside, she was cursing Gwyneth with every foul word she knew.

Her manicured nails dug deep into the back of Julian’s jacket, leaving five sharp creases in the fabric.

She caught sight of her own twisted look of satisfaction in the rearview mirror, quickly switching back to a pitiful expression.

“You’re still defending her?” Julian pushed up his glasses, his voice icy. “Queenie, you’re just too kind.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get justice.”

“I can’t believe you!” He leaned in, tie dangling in the spilled tea. “Don’t you realize how important this project is to the company? Look at what you’ve done!”

Gwyneth’s gaze dropped to the files, pupils contracting in shock.

Suddenly she shot to her feet, her chair crashing into the bookcase behind her.

“This... this is...” Her voice trembled. She recoiled from the papers as if they’d burned her. “Queenie’s drafts? They’re plagiarized?!”

Julian’s gold-rimmed glasses flashed coldly. His voice was icy. “You’re a great actress. Didn’t you hand those files to her yourself?”

Gwyneth snatched up the documents, flipping through them, her ring tapping against the paper. “I saw these on Queenie’s desk. I thought she’d finished the final version...”

She jerked her head up, eyes wide. “But didn’t she check them too?”

The question landed like a soft blow. Julian’s expression faltered.

That’s right—as project manager, Queenie should have reviewed every single file.

Seeing Gwyneth’s earnest, wounded face, some of the anger left Julian’s eyes.

Had he really misjudged her?

After all, Gwyneth loved him so much.