Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 162

He actually showed up?!

For the Cloudview Resort project?

Julian stood frozen, as if rooted to the spot.

Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his pupils shrank in pure shock, his gaze narrowing with disbelief. He never expected his eldest brother to be interested in the Cloudview Resort project.

And he’d come as the representative of G-B Group—not Locke Group, not Harvest Group.

Was he here just to compete with him?

No. Absolutely not. There was no way he could let Bennett win this project.

Crack!

Julian’s clenched fist made an audible sound, his nails digging deep into his palm.

He grabbed his phone and fired off a message to Yale, letting him know Bennett was at the meeting.

Zayden’s confident smile froze on his lips, his hand gripping the microphone beginning to tremble.

He hadn’t anticipated that Bennett would be interested in Cloudview Resort, either. The revelation completely threw him off his game.

The Ford family’s previous preference for Locke Group and Harvest Group now seemed feeble in the face of Bennett’s personal appearance as the force behind G-B Group.

A cold sweat broke out on Zayden’s brow from the crushing pressure.

Bennett was not someone easily dealt with.

Desiree stared at the man she’d once schemed so hard to get close to, watching him arrive in such a commanding, earthshaking manner. The overwhelming force of his presence made her heart thunder in her chest.

She couldn’t help but feel drawn to him again, as if she’d forgotten that she was now Zayden’s woman.

Under the heavy silence, amid the stunned, awestruck, and even fearful gazes of the entire room, Bennett strode in with unhurried composure.

He wore a tailored black suit, standing straight and tall, every movement exuding authority.

His steps were measured and steady, each one carrying the invisible weight of a king surveying his domain.

The dazzling lights caught the sharp angles of his face, accentuating an almost divine, unreachable aura.

His gaze swept calmly across the hall, cool and detached, as if looking down from above.

He paused for a moment as his eyes brushed over Julian, then moved forward to take the seat directly in front of him.

Bennett casually pulled out a wide, plush armchair, sinking into it with a relaxed poise that somehow radiated dominance. The way he sat—it was as if he were in his own living room—yet it instantly drew every unblinking eye in the room.

The bright stage lights outlined his chiseled profile, cold and resolute. He looked every inch a king on his throne, commanding respect and even fear with nothing more than his presence.

Gwyneth, sitting nearby, found herself almost suffocated by the man’s powerful aura. Questions tangled in her mind like thick vines.

He had warned her himself—told her there was something “off” about the Cloudview Resort project, urged her not to get involved. There had been real gravity and warning in his voice.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Zayden’s voice rang out through the microphone. He forced down his inner turmoil, struggling to keep his tone even, though a trained ear would catch the strain beneath the surface. “The bidding for the Cloudview Resort project officially begins now! Starting bid: one hundred million.”

As his announcement echoed through the hall, the giant digital screen behind him flashed with the number: 100,000,000.

Yet the entire room remained locked in a strange, heavy silence.

With Bennett—president of G-B Group—present, and Locke Group watching like a hawk, who dared make the first move?

Involuntarily, all eyes turned toward the two men in the front row, steady as anchors amid the storm.

Bennett lounged back in his chair, looking utterly at ease. His long fingers tapped idly on the armrest, as if he were watching a show that had nothing to do with him.

He didn’t make a single gesture, but his calm, sweeping gaze was enough to freeze the air itself.

The suffocating tension sent another trickle of sweat down Zayden’s temple.

He glanced toward Julian, his look a silent plea for help.

Julian caught the signal, and felt the crushing pressure of the room’s attention bearing down on him.

He knew he had to break this deadlock.

He had to stir up the waters—to make sure Bennett didn’t get what he wanted so easily.

With a sudden motion, Julian shot his bidder’s paddle into the air.