Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 271

After a moment, Gwyneth’s gaze swept over the restless crowd of reporters once more. Her tone turned sharp and unmistakably warning:

“As for the rest of the press, I’m afraid that’s all I’m willing to say about my private life. I’d appreciate it if you’d respect my boundaries and not dig any further. Should there be any excessive surveillance or invasions of privacy, I’ll pursue every legal avenue available—and I won’t hesitate to press charges.”

“Thank you, everyone.”

With that, she rose smoothly to her feet, gave a slight nod, and—escorted by her bodyguards—strode out of the press conference, utterly unfazed by the barrage of questions and camera flashes exploding behind her.

The livestream chat went wild:

[Whoa! That was badass!]

[She just flipped the script and made the biggest tabloid hound her ally! Genius!]

[LMAO, I bet the other reporters absolutely hate Breeze Studios now. Public enemy number one!]

[Not only did she resolve the crisis, she turned it to her advantage. Flawless!]

[That’s my girl! Brains and beauty—unmatched!]

[Ziggy: Suddenly swamped with work (cue dog meme).]

[Breeze Studios must be feeling both the pain and the glory right now.]

With one bold, unexpected move, Gwyneth seized control of the narrative, turning her biggest threat into her own shield.

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Locke Group.

Julian sat at his desk, staring at his phone, replaying the video of Gwyneth’s poised, dazzling performance at the press conference. He was so lost in a whirlwind of regret, resentment, and a strange, unfamiliar ache that he barely noticed when the office door burst open without warning.

He jumped, reflexively locking his phone, a flicker of panic darting across his face.

Yale entered, leaning on his cane, his eyes sharp as a hawk’s, taking in every trace of turmoil his son had failed to hide. He knew Julian too well; that look was pure regret and dissatisfaction—just as he’d expected.

Without a word, Yale crossed to the leather sofa, sat down with measured calm, and set his cane aside.

He and Gwyneth would probably be married. The wedding was supposed to be this month, wasn’t it? A perfect match, a business merger for the ages. He’d be the envy of the entire financial world, not the laughingstock whose position at home and at work was now in question.

The bitter taste of loss and jealousy quickly overwhelmed whatever scraps of regret he’d felt.

No. He wasn’t going to let Gwyneth go. She was his. She always had been—and always would be.

She must still have feelings for him. He just hadn’t tried hard enough to win her back.

That old, habitual confidence—the arrogance he’d always worn—settled over him once more. Julian adjusted his glasses, a sly smile tugging at his lips as he assured Yale, “Don’t worry, Dad. I know Gwyneth better than anyone. You saw how much she loved me before. Women like her—sentimental, soft-hearted—they always come back. All I need to do is swallow my pride, say a few nice words, and she’ll come running. Then Nimbus and all her resources will belong to the Lockes again.”

Yale looked Julian up and down, clearly satisfied by his son’s renewed composure. The outcome was all that mattered to him; the means were irrelevant.

“Good. Handle it quickly.”

Then Yale’s tone shifted, dropping to something graver, almost a whisper. “And Bennett… Anything new on that front?”

At the mention of Bennett, some of Julian’s bluster faded. He frowned, the confidence slipping from his face.