Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 270

Fine, fine, fine...

So I’m just the newbie they can push around, huh? I get to carry the can, even if it explodes in my face?

Kurt was practically weeping inside, but with the boss’s “encouraging” stare fixed on him, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and nod, hands shaking.

“Y-yes, boss. I—I’ll get it done…”

Watching Kurt’s tragic, “walking to the gallows” expression, Lance finally felt a sliver of relief—only for the anxiety to return a second later.

Gwyneth… She wouldn’t really take it out on a kid, right?

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At the press conference, the lights blazed, and the hall was packed with people.

When Gwyneth strode in, dressed in a crisp, impeccably tailored white suit, confidence radiating from every step, the entire room seemed to snap into focus. Every camera lens swung toward her; the rapid-fire of shutters sounded like a thunderstorm, nearly drowning out everything else.

The livestream chat exploded with praise:

[The queen has arrived!]

[Holy crap, that presence! That face! She just slayed the whole room!]

[No one does a suit like my queen!]

[Too gorgeous! So cool! I’m about to faint!]

Gwyneth’s expression remained serene as she walked steadily to the front.

Her gaze drifted, seemingly at random, over the front row of the press seats—pausing when she spotted the seat reserved for “Breeze Studios.”

There, sitting stiff as a board, was a nervous young man who looked like he had no idea what to do with his hands or feet. Gwyneth’s lips curved ever so slightly, a smile barely visible but laced with meaning.

Oh? Just a fresh face?

Lance, are you really that afraid I’ll settle the score right here?

She took her seat with effortless grace, adjusting the microphone before her. Her cool eyes swept across the hall.

The room, buzzing moments before, fell instantly silent. Everyone held their breath, waiting for her to speak.

“Good afternoon. I’m Gwyneth.”

Her voice, amplified by the microphone, rang out across the space—calm, steady, and strong.

“Of course, you might also know me as—Nimbus.”

Boom.

People had seen rumors and leaks, but hearing her say it, on the record, struck like a bombshell.

The room erupted.

Reporters nearly shot out of their seats, and the cameras flashed so ferociously it was as if they’d swallow her whole.

The livestream chat went berserk:

[She admitted it! She said it herself!]

[Oh my god! Nimbus is finally here in person! This is history!]

“I’ve decided to formally hire Breeze Studios as my personal press advisor team.”

Wh—what?!

Press advisor?!

Every reporter was floored.

What kind of move was this?!

Ignoring the uproar, Gwyneth’s voice rang out clear:

“From now on, any interviews or news releases about me—Breeze Studios will have priority access and be the main point of contact. For further details, you can coordinate directly with my attorney, Ziggy.”

Back in his office, Lance actually fell out of his chair.

What?! He had to have heard that wrong.

Gwyneth wanted him to coordinate with his brother, Ziggy.

With her abilities, she definitely knew it was him all along.

Was this a death sentence?

But—exclusive rights as Nimbus’s press office?

How could he possibly turn that down?

Gwyneth, you really are ruthless.