Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 46

Desiree’s gaze grew colder still, her eyes boring into Gwyneth with an icy sharpness. “Gwyneth, the workplace isn’t somewhere you survive by playing games.”

Gwyneth smiled coolly. “You’re right, Ms. Sutton. That’s why I rely solely on my abilities.”

Desiree’s fingers tightened around the folder she was holding, her voice dropping to a chilling register.

“I hope your abilities keep you at Locke Group for more than a few months.”

With that, she turned on her heel and strode away, the click of her heels echoing down the corridor—each step ringing out like a warning bell.

Queenie flashed Gwyneth a phony, comforting grin before hurrying after Desiree.

Watching them leave, Gwyneth’s eyes darkened. Desiree’s hostility toward her had long since surpassed simple workplace rivalry.

And Queenie… Queenie was clearly fanning the flames.

Queenie caught up with Desiree, her voice syrupy sweet. “She’s always been like this. Her reputation at Harvest Group wasn’t much better.”

“Isn’t she your sister?” Desiree shot her a frosty look.

If it weren’t for the fact that Queenie was dating Julian, Desiree wouldn’t bother speaking to someone so beneath her socially.

Queenie covered her mouth with a mocking laugh, her tone laced with malice. “That’s just a title. She tried to steal my boyfriend, but he turned her down. Her reputation at the last company was awful, too.”

Desiree’s eyes narrowed. “Oh?”

Queenie’s gaze turned sharp. “Honestly, I just don’t think she’s good enough to be around Mr. Boyd.”

Those words hit Desiree right where it hurt.

She’d loved Bennett for years, but he never spared her a second glance. She’d had to beg her father to talk to Mr. Locke just to get a position as Bennett’s assistant—hovering around him, invisible.

And now this Gwyneth shows up out of nowhere and somehow catches his attention? Even managed to snag a secretary job with his brother?

Desiree’s voice was low. “So what do you want to do?”

Queenie leaned in, red lips brushing Desiree’s ear, and whispered a few words.

Whatever she suggested, it seemed they’d reached a silent agreement.

On the other side of the office, Gwyneth returned to her desk and opened her email. Sure enough, there was a new message sent to the entire executive floor:

“I heard Skyward Taste just got a fresh shipment of king crab. Care to join me for dinner?” Julian’s tone was light, the perfect attentive boyfriend.

“Sure, see you soon,” Gwyneth replied softly.

As the call ended, her fingertips drummed quietly on the steering wheel, her eyes turning cold.

Five years together, and Julian still didn’t know she was allergic to crab.

She glanced toward Skyward Taste, the corners of her mouth lifting in a self-mocking smile.

The king crab was Queenie’s favorite, not hers.

But she wasn’t hurt by it anymore. She felt nothing but a strange sense of renewal.

Taking a deep breath, Gwyneth started the car.

If Julian wanted to keep up the act of being the loving boyfriend, she’d play along.

Only this time, the roles of hunter and prey were about to be reversed.