Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 96

No wonder she always slept so deeply, completely oblivious even to her phone vibrating on the nightstand.

Her throat felt dry and scratchy. She couldn’t help but cough a few times, that familiar tightness settling in her chest—a reminder that her cold hadn’t gone away yet.

Fumbling for her phone, she finally grabbed it from the bedside table. The moment the screen lit up, the glaring numbers made her pupils contract.

She’d slept straight through until three in the afternoon.

Swiping down, she saw ten missed calls on the lock screen.

All from Lance.

A surge of dread gripped her, banishing the last traces of sleep. Ignoring the raw ache in her throat, she immediately hit redial.

The call was answered almost instantly.

“Gwyneth, thank God you finally picked up!” Lance’s voice crashed down on her, fraught with urgency and barely concealed panic. “Something’s happened! The Yardley project—there’s a huge problem!”

Gwyneth coughed again, fighting down the metallic taste at the back of her throat. Her voice came out hoarse, steely, leaving no room for argument. “What happened? Take it from the top.”

“Locke Group had a shake-up in management. Julian’s temporarily in charge for a few days,” Lance rattled off, every word sharp as ice. “Today was the shoot—our team showed up at the studio, only to find the keys to the venue had been confiscated. They claimed it was for a system upgrade. The high-end RED cameras we rented, the lighting crew, even our focus puller—all of it got pulled by Locke Group at the last minute for some no-name web series. Our team and the Yardley crew were left standing around, dumbfounded, with just a couple of stagehands on site.”

Lance’s frustration boiled over. “I called upper management, but they dodged my questions. Finally, someone let it slip—it was Julian’s order. He said…” Lance’s voice faltered, humiliated and incredulous. “He said unless you come see him personally, the project is indefinitely suspended. No shoot today, and don’t even think about shooting in the future. He’s holding the whole campaign hostage because you’re the one running it. He wants to force you to cave.”

A sharp crack echoed as Gwyneth’s knuckles tightened around her phone, veins standing out on the back of her pale hand.

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