Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 269

Why was it Bennett?

Why would he be calling Gwyneth?

Gwyneth was just about to answer the call when she noticed Serena still standing there, showing no intention of leaving. Gwyneth shot her a questioning look.

Serena snapped out of her daze, realizing she’d let her emotions slip. She quickly smoothed her expression, forced herself to calm down, and nodded slightly. “Well, if there’s nothing else, I’ll get out of your way, Ms. Fletcher.”

She turned and stepped out of the office, gently closing the door behind her out of habit. But just as the door was about to click shut, something compelled her to pause. She left a thin crack open.

Serena stood rooted to the spot, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

Through the gap, she could hear Gwyneth’s voice, clear as day, as she answered the phone. Her tone was perfectly natural, as if this was any ordinary conversation. “Mm… no, I’ve got it under control.”

“…Okay.”

“Tonight? I’ll probably be home late, don’t wait up for dinner.”

“Don’t wait up for dinner.”

“Home.”

Each word struck Serena like a bolt of lightning.

Her eyes widened in shock. All the color drained from her face. She instinctively clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp.

Gwyneth and Bennett…

They—

Were they already living together?!

They sounded just like a married couple.

Could Bennett’s mysterious wife really be her own cousin?

You’ve got to be kidding.

When Gwyneth hung up, her expression didn’t change in the slightest, as if she’d just wrapped up the most mundane of chats. She didn’t even bother to glance at the spot where Serena’s skirt had vanished. Whether Serena had overheard or not, Gwyneth didn’t seem to care.

She’d always known it was only a matter of time before people found out. She was prepared.

If Serena was smart, she’d know what to say—and what not to say.

But if she decided to play games… A cold glint flashed in Gwyneth’s eyes. She was more than ready to play along.

Inside Breeze Studios, Lance stared at the formal, chilling invitation in his inbox. A wave of cold sweat broke across his back as icy dread gripped him.

We’re done for… This is it, we’re finished…

He slumped into his chair, ashen-faced. Gwyneth must know. She has to know it was me. This isn’t an invitation—it’s a death sentence.

He looked at the seating chart for the press conference, the spot labeled “Breeze Studios” glaring at him like a guillotine.

Was it too late to jump out the window?

Lance fidgeted and agonized at his desk for ages, his gaze sweeping over his team—each one doing their best to become invisible, heads buried in their computers, not daring to meet his eye.

Finally, his eyes landed on Kurt, the new intern who looked far too innocent and easy to push around.

Lance took a deep breath, forced a friendly smile, and strolled over to Kurt’s desk, clapping him on the shoulder. “Hey, Kurt…”

Kurt jumped, nearly springing out of his chair. “Y-yes, sir?”

Lance cleared his throat and did his best to sound reassuring. “I’ve got an important assignment for you. This afternoon, you know Nimbus is holding that press conference, right? Our studio got a special invitation! This is your chance to represent Breeze Studios—soak up the atmosphere, learn the ropes, and put our best foot forward.”

Kurt’s face went ghostly pale. He glanced around at his teammates, but all the usually eager reporters were suddenly glued to their screens, typing furiously or staring at the ceiling—anything to avoid eye contact. Not a single one was about to volunteer.