Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 214

So what if she’s Bennett’s woman?

She’s nothing special.

Without a man, she’d be a nobody.

She’s not even that pretty.

Honestly, Bennett’s taste is questionable.

After all, even he passed on her.

At that moment, Julian adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and poured a cup of steaming tea, setting it in front of Serena. His tone remained gentle, but he cut straight to the point:

“Ms. Fletcher, how long have you and my brother… been seeing each other?”

A spark of delight flickered in Serena’s heart.

Just as she thought—

Even Bennett’s own brother had assumed she was his girlfriend.

Looks like that news article worked even better than she’d hoped.

She tamped down her excitement, letting her expression twist into a mix of embarrassment and modesty. With just the right note of ambiguity, she replied,

“Mr. Locke, well… I’m sorry, but Bennett prefers that I don’t discuss our relationship too openly.”

She skillfully used Bennett as her shield, sidestepping his question and hinting at intimacy and Bennett’s protectiveness without giving anything away.

To Queenie, who’d already made up her mind, this little performance was as good as a confession.

She could feel Julian’s gaze fixed on her, his pleasant demeanor masking a careful scrutiny she couldn’t ignore.

And Queenie, all bright smiles and polite chatter, wore her excitement like a mask—a mask that didn’t quite reach her eyes, betraying a restless need to confirm her own suspicions, tinged with jealousy.

Serena realized that continuing to play coy might back her into a corner. Better to take the initiative, find out what they were really after, and maybe pick up some useful information along the way.

With that thought, she set down her silver fork and dabbed the corner of her mouth with a napkin, her movements graceful and unhurried.

Then she lifted her head, meeting Julian’s searching gaze head-on. The polite smile on her lips faded, replaced by the confident candor of a true Fletcher heiress—and just a hint of impatience.

She let out a soft laugh, her voice gentle but her words direct:

“Mr. Locke, Queenie, let’s not waste each other’s time. We’re all smart people here. Why don’t we just skip the games and get to the point?”