Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 98

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The sharp, relentless ticking of the antique wall clock filled the silent office, turning each passing second into an accusation.

It was five o’clock, and still, no call from Gwyneth.

Julian let out a cold, mirthless laugh, slipped off his glasses, and tossed them carelessly onto the desk before rubbing at his brow. No rush. She’d call him to admit defeat—she always did.

Every argument ended the same way: Gwyneth would come running back, eager to make peace. This time would be no different.

“Heh. Getting bolder, are we, Gwyneth?” Julian muttered to himself, his fingers tightening into a fist, knuckles blanching under the strain.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed violently on the desk. Julian lunged for it—only to see the caller ID:

Hugo.

Not Gwyneth.

Julian’s face darkened instantly. He drew a steadying breath before answering, his tone clipped and icy. “What is it?”

“Mr. Locke, I’ve already notified all departments to continue following up on the Yardley project,” Hugo replied, his voice all business, emotionless and precise.

“And, Mr. Boyd has rescinded all your authority over the project. Going forward, I’ll report directly to him.”

A surge of hot blood rushed to Julian’s head, and a harsh ringing filled his ears.

He shot to his feet, knocking his gold-rimmed glasses to the floor. The sharp crack of shattering lenses seemed to echo through the office.

“What did you say?” His voice was low and dangerous, every word forced out between clenched teeth. “Is this your decision, or my brother’s?”

There was a pause on the line—two seconds of loaded silence.

“This is Mr. Boyd’s official directive. I’m just the messenger.” Though Hugo’s tone remained measured, Julian caught a faint thread of uncertainty. “The relevant documents have already been—”

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