Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 48

He stared at her for a few seconds before suddenly letting out a cold laugh. Reaching out, he pinched her chin and said, “Silly girl, I just wanted to ask her about the Locke Group.”

Queenie didn’t answer. Instead, she rose up on her toes, her red lips brushing his ear as she teased, “Then… do you want to punish me now?”

She pressed her body against his, squirming in his arms like a restless cat.

Julian’s breath caught, his eyes darkening with desire.

The next moment, he wrapped an arm around her waist, swept her up, and carried her straight toward the bedroom.

Queenie clung to his neck, a triumphant smile playing on her lips.

Gwyneth? So what?

In the end, she was always the one who came out on top.

Soon, the sounds of passion rose and fell from the bedroom.

***

7:15 a.m.

Midrise Mansion.

The phone rang for the third time before Gwyneth finally clawed her way out of a muddled dream.

It was still foggy outside. She reached for the nightstand, her fingertips brushing over three missed calls from Elodie.

As soon as she called back, Elodie picked up almost instantly.

“Queenie tampered with the Southside project accounts you handled,” Elodie whispered urgently. “She added three fake procurement expenses. Now everyone at Harvest Group is saying you’re taking kickbacks.”

Gwyneth shot upright, the strap of her silk nightgown slipping off her shoulder.

“How much?” Barefoot, she stepped onto the carpet—the chill instantly sharpening her focus.

“Two million. And it gets worse—” Elodie drew a shaky breath. “Word’s already reached Locke Group. Desiree is siding with Queenie, trying to revoke your assistant privileges. Emergency meeting at nine.”

Gwyneth let out a cold laugh and poured herself a glass of water.

So, Queenie finally lost her patience.

And Desiree, that spoiled princess, turns out to be just as rotten as Queenie.

No wonder things were so quiet yesterday.

Her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window showed a glint of icy amusement. “Tell the legal team to pull the full audit logs for the Southside project. I want the exact timestamp of Queenie’s edits in twenty minutes.”

***

9:00 a.m.

Locke Group Conference Room.

As Gwyneth pushed open the door, the tension in the room was palpable.

Every pair of eyes snapped to her—some people whispering behind their hands, others openly staring, a few exchanging loaded glances.

Desiree stood by the projector, immaculate in her tailored suit, red lips curved in a faint, mocking smile.

“Now that Gwyneth’s here, let’s get started,” she said, rapping her knuckles on the table for silence.

The projector flickered on, displaying a notice from Harvest Group stamped with the official seal.

Leaning in, Gwyneth whispered in her ear, “Ms. Sutton, it’s pretty clear someone’s trying to set me up.”

Elodie had already traced the login. The IP address was Julian’s home.

No need to guess who was behind this.

But now wasn’t the time to expose them.

Desiree’s expression twisted, but she forced herself to keep her air of superiority. “We’ll wait for the CEO’s decision. Meeting adjourned.”

The room buzzed with speculation as people filed out.

***

Meanwhile, in Creston City—

A massive video wall was split into dozens of feeds, every second of the Locke Group meeting streaming live.

Hugo stood behind Bennett, eyes fixed on Gwyneth’s cool, composed face. He asked quietly, “Mr. Boyd, should we help Gwyneth?”

Bennett reclined in his leather chair, his long fingers drumming on the armrest, the screen’s cold light reflecting in his eyes.

“No need,” he replied, the corners of his mouth lifting in a faint smile, his voice low. “She knows exactly what she’s doing.”

On the screen, Gwyneth slid the system log toward Desiree, lips moving with a quiet confidence. Desiree’s face turned ashen.

Bennett’s smile deepened.

She had never needed anyone to play her game for her.