Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 61

“Gwyneth, Willa’s friend is outside the conference room with a pack of reporters. They’re accusing us of destroying evidence!” Lance’s voice came muffled through the heavy door, tight with barely restrained anxiety.

Beyond the door, a cacophony of protestors’ chants, reporters’ questions, and security yelling all blended into a suffocating roar, pounding against the thick wood like a physical force.

The storm wasn’t dying down—it was only growing fiercer.

“I understand.” Her voice carried through the door, calm and unshaken.

The moment she pushed the door open, a barrage of camera flashes and a wave of noise crashed over her like a tidal wave.

A handful of young people in “Protect Original Work” T-shirts surged forward, shouting and trying to shove past security, phones raised to record every second.

“Gwyneth, we want answers!”

“Locke Group is shielding plagiarists!”

Reporters thrust their microphones at her like lances.

“When will the investigation begin? Is this just a stalling tactic?”

“Ms. Fletcher, does your position at Locke Group give you authority to speak on their behalf?”

“Rumor has it you’re only here because of your connections, and Locke Group is about to fire you.”

“Sources say Locke Group’s executives have halted all collaborations. Is that true?”

“Willa’s friend says she’s too stressed to be here, but demands that you and Yardley apologize and compensate her. What’s your response?”

Every question was sharp as a blade.

Gwyneth stopped, letting her gaze sweep over the agitated protestors and the aggressive reporters.

Her eyes finally landed on the ringleader, the loudest among them—a young man with artificially blue hair, eyes darting with the self-conscious fury of a bad actor.

She recognized him. He’d been in that encrypted report—a member of an external PR team for Astral Media.

Even in the chaos, her pearl-white suit remained crisp, and as she stood in the center of the flashbulbs, Gwyneth was like a sword unsheathed: restrained, deadly, and impossible to ignore.

“The Locke Group’s investigation team is here, in the meeting room next door,” she announced. Her voice was low, but carried clear and authoritative through the noise. “The investigation will begin immediately, and within legal limits, we’ve invited respected media representatives to monitor the entire process. I take full responsibility for the results.”

She turned slightly, her gaze icy as it pinned the blue-haired man. “As for this gentleman who claims to be Willa’s friend but can’t provide any identification—and for the so-called ‘Willa’ who is ‘too stressed to show up’—”

Gwyneth paused, the corner of her mouth curving into a cold, razor-sharp smile.

“The Locke Group’s legal department has already filed a report with the police. There is reason to believe someone is forging evidence, inciting public opinion, and damaging our reputation for the sake of unfair competition. I trust the authorities will soon find the real Ms. Willa—and the person pulling the strings behind all this—so the truth can come to light.”

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