Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 135

Gwyneth answered the call.

“Did everything go smoothly?”

A deep, magnetic voice came through, low and pleasing to the ear.

Gwyneth’s heart skipped, just a little.

Bennett was checking on her. He cared.

“It went fine.”

“If you need anything, just say the word.”

“Alright.”

Noticing the curious glint in Elodie’s eyes, Gwyneth kept the conversation short, exchanged a few polite words, and hung up.

“Oh ho, what’s this? Someone’s jealous?” Elodie teased with a grin.

Gwyneth blinked, caught off guard. That thought had never even crossed her mind.

He was just doing his duty as a husband—asking how she was, nothing more. He’d always played his role in this arrangement impeccably.

“No way. Don’t start with your gossip,” Gwyneth replied, rolling her eyes.

Elodie hooked her arm through Gwyneth’s. “Fine, fine, I’ll drop it. But come on—what exactly did Julian say? Spill!”

She knew Julian’s tricks too well. He had certainly said something disgusting.

“He tried to pressure me about the marriage, as usual,” Gwyneth replied, not even bothering to recount the nauseating details. She waved her hand in irritation. “He acts like he’s so sincere, but it’s nothing but a show. If it weren’t for—”

Her voice trailed off. Her gaze turned razor-sharp, cold determination flashing in her eyes. “If it weren’t for that resort project, I wouldn’t stomach being anywhere near him.”

Elodie handed her a glass of water, giving her shoulder a firm, reassuring pat and a look that said, I get it.

Gwyneth leaned in across the desk, her gaze laser-focused, radiating an air of total command.

“Keep watching them. Anyone Julian’s planted—flip them if you can. If you can’t, find their weaknesses and root them out, every last one. As for the experts and the bank, make a list. Find out what makes them tick, what they want most. Whatever the Lockes offer, we’ll double it. Whatever they promise, we’ll deliver.”

She rose and walked to the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, her silhouette straight and resolute, as if surveying a battlefield she already owned. Sunlight traced her slender but powerful frame; the platinum band on her ring finger glinted coldly, a symbol of her unshakable resolve.

“Got it.” Elodie’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it, her expression darkening.

“Just in—Julian booked the top-floor observatory at Nocturne Spirits tonight to host a welcome party for Zayden Ford.”

“Zayden,” Gwyneth repeated, the name ringing clear in the spacious office, sharp as ice on crystal.

“The Ford family’s golden boy—top prospect for the next generation. An Oxford grad, now head of Ford Group’s overseas division, and just appointed lead representative for the overseas capital review panel on the Cloudview Resort project… His vote is crucial.”

She paused, a cold, knowing smile curving her lips. “And, of course, he’s also Desiree’s most loyal lapdog—never strays from her heel.”

Elodie smirked, her meaning clear. “Julian’s move is ruthless. Everyone knows Zayden’s got a thing for Desiree. But too bad for him—Desiree’s got her eyes set on your husband…”