Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 257

She’d always known Julian was ruthlessly pragmatic, but it still shocked her just how low he was willing to sink.

All for profit, he could toss aside Queenie—the same Queenie he’d been parading around with in public mere hours ago—without a second thought. And now, he could look his former fiancée, whom he’d long since grown tired of, straight in the eye and spin the most nauseating lies without so much as a flicker of guilt.

How blind had she been to ever fall for a man this shameless, this fundamentally hollow?

It was almost laughable, if it weren’t so sad.

She lifted her eyes and, suddenly, a faint smile tugged at her lips. It was a small, cold smile—one that cut through the air with biting clarity and a trace of mockery.

“Sure,” she said.

Her words, soft but distinct, sliced through Julian’s self-important monologue.

At once, Julian’s face lit up with unrestrained delight, his whole expression brightening as if he’d just won the lottery. “I knew it! Gwyneth, you’re still as kind—”

She cut him off before he could finish.

Leaning forward slightly, Gwyneth tapped her finger on the contract in front of her, her gaze razor-sharp, slicing right through Julian. Each word she spoke was slow, deliberate, and crystal clear:

“But I have one condition.”

Julian, sensing hope, jumped at the chance. “Anything, just name it—”

Again, she interrupted, her voice steely:

“I want every single share of Harvest Group.”

The room froze.

Julian’s newly formed smile collapsed, turning to stone.

All... all the shares?

He must have misheard.

The carefully constructed mask of affection and surprise melted away, replaced by the cold, calculating indifference she’d always known lurked beneath. Julian adjusted his glasses, eyes narrowing behind the lenses.

His voice dropped, tinged with a warning he couldn’t quite hide. “Gwyneth, that’s not funny.”

Julian’s alarm bells started blaring. For the first time, it dawned on him that the woman in front of him was no longer the pushover he’d so easily manipulated in the past.

Profit, as always, outweighed pride. He wrestled his anger down, jaw twitching as he struggled to compose himself, and managed to soften his tone, even injecting a note of wounded affection.

“Gwyneth…” he sighed, trying to play the sentimental card. “I never thought you’d change like this. You were never… this aggressive before. You never used to bargain with me.”

But Gwyneth was immune to his performance now. She didn’t even bother to look up, her response brisk and businesslike, as chilly as her demeanor.

“Mr. Locke, you’re mistaken. This is a negotiation, not a reunion. I have only one condition. There will be no further discussion.”

She raised her voice slightly, signaling the end of the conversation. “Tomas, please show Mr. Locke out.”

Right on cue, the host entered, his professional smile impeccable as he gestured politely to Julian. “This way, Mr. Locke.”

Julian’s jaw clenched, his face twitching with barely suppressed rage, a vein pulsing at his temple. He glared at Gwyneth, desperately searching for any hint of hesitation or irony on her face, but found only icy resolve.

He drew a long, steadying breath, smoothing his suit and forcing a mask of composure over his features. With one last attempt to regain control, he tossed over his shoulder:

“Gwyneth, I know you’re still angry with me. But please… take another look at the contract I brought and think it over. I’m not saying I can’t give you shares in Harvest Group, but not all of them. I’ll wait for your call.”