Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 43

Queenie’s face froze for a split second, then she forced an even sweeter smile.

How dare Elodie talk to me like that!

She’s always been at odds with me.

Just wait until Gwyneth leaves; I’ll make sure Elodie pays for this.

“Elodie, you’re too funny. I was just lucky enough to help Mr. Locke out a bit, that’s all~”

Elodie couldn’t be bothered to respond. She rolled her eyes and turned straight to Gwyneth. “Gwyneth, you’re going to Locke Group this afternoon. Mr. Locke’s older brother specifically requested you—talk about earning it.”

Queenie’s smile began to crack, her features twisting with a hint of malice. Her voice sharpened as she chimed in, “I heard Mr. Locke’s brother is cold and extremely demanding. You’d better be extra careful around him.”

Gwyneth’s fingers paused for a moment as she looked up at Queenie.

“You seem to know a lot about Julian’s…brother?”

Queenie’s eyes turned icy. “Just what I’ve heard.”

She leaned in, her perfume so strong it was practically suffocating.

“They say he’s ruthless with his staff. I heard about an assistant who got shipped off to the Siberia branch the very next day just for delivering the wrong document.”

Gwyneth’s eyes darkened.

She’d never heard anything about Ben like that before.

But hearing Queenie tell it, it was obviously on purpose.

There had to be more to the story.

Queenie, mistaking Gwyneth’s silence for fear, flashed another sugary smile. “But don’t worry, if anything happens, just let me know.”

Gwyneth’s lips curled into a faint smile as she continued packing her things, not even bothering to look up.

Elodie snorted, slapping a stack of papers into Queenie’s arms. “Queenie, why don’t you put all that ‘concern’ into this report instead? Mr. Locke’s waiting.”

Queenie clenched her jaw and stomped away, heels clicking in annoyance.

As soon as Queenie was out of sight, Elodie shut the office door behind her.

“That fake! I swear, if I have to deal with Queenie’s act one more time, I’m going to lose it!” Elodie slammed her coffee cup onto the desk.

“It’s fine, that’s just who she is. Don’t waste your energy on her.” Gwyneth grinned at Elodie’s bluntness.

Suddenly, Elodie lowered her voice, her eyes serious. “But…what she said earlier? It might be true.”

“I know.” Gwyneth’s response was calm, her gaze growing more thoughtful.

After all, in the Locke family, a household that chews people up and spits out the bones, how could there not be some scars left behind? No doubt this brother was an even tougher character than Yale.

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That afternoon, at Locke Group’s main office.

Gwyneth had just finished signing in at reception when she felt a sharp gaze fixed on her.

“Ms. Sutton.” The secretary beside her greeted her politely.

Joy noticed Gwyneth’s hesitation, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then leaned in to whisper, “Ms. Sutton’s always like this. Just try to keep your distance from the boss. He’s on a business trip for a few days anyway.”

“Business trip? That’s sudden.” Gwyneth frowned in confusion.

“It was a last-minute thing this morning. None of us wanted to ask too many questions,” Joy replied softly.

“Got it. Thanks.”

Seeing Joy’s cautious manner, Gwyneth felt a surprising wave of gratitude.

Back at her desk—

Desiree stood just outside the glass doors, her fingers wrapped around an iced Americano, lips curved up but eyes as cold as steel.

She glared at Gwyneth’s workstation, a swirl of annoyance churning inside her.

Let’s see what this new secretary is made of.

As if just anyone could catch his attention.

“Gwyneth.” Desiree strode over, heels clicking, and slammed a thick stack of papers onto Gwyneth’s desk.

“These are urgent contracts for the CEO. I want them in ten minutes.”

Gwyneth opened the folder, scanning the dense technical jargon in flawless English—a challenge for any secretary to review on such short notice.

“But isn’t the CEO away on business? This contract isn’t due until next month, is it?” Gwyneth blinked up at Desiree, her expression the picture of innocence.