Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 59

Gwyneth’s cool, clear voice sliced through the chaos in the hall, instantly commanding everyone’s attention.

Not a trace of panic showed on her face—only a calm composure forged in fire.

She bent down, unhurried, and picked up a comparison chart that had fluttered to the floor. Holding it up to the cameras, her gaze swept across the crowd like a searchlight, finally settling on the furious faces of the protestors.

"I am Gwyneth from the Locke Group. Regarding today’s allegations of plagiarism against Mr. Yardley and his studio at this contract signing..."

Each word rang out sharp and strong:

"The stance of the Locke Group is—"

"Zero tolerance!"

The protestors' shouting faltered for a moment. The journalists fell silent, holding their breath. Even Yardley whipped his head around to stare at her in disbelief.

Gwyneth didn’t look at him. She pressed on, “Originality is the lifeblood of art—and the foundation of business partnerships. When Locke Group chooses collaborators, we value artistic integrity and originality above all else.”

She raised the chart, her voice rising with a force that seemed to cut straight through the noise. “So, in response to these so-called ‘evidences,’ Locke Group hereby makes this official statement—”

She paused, scanning the room like a queen surveying her realm.

“We are launching the highest-level independent investigation. The Locke Group’s legal department will lead, bringing in world-class copyright experts to thoroughly compare and trace the origin of the works in question. The entire process will be open to the media for full transparency!”

A wave of astonishment rippled through the room.

Open the entire process to the media?

This was total transparency—either prove innocence, or be destroyed by the truth. What nerve this woman had!

“Until the results are released,” Gwyneth’s voice was cutting, leaving no room for doubt, “Locke Group’s partnership with Yardley is suspended—not terminated. If Mr. Yardley and his studio are cleared, Locke Group will pursue legal action against those who spread these rumors and the forces behind them. If the accusations are true...”

She turned slightly, meeting Yardley’s angry glare for the first time, her eyes cold as frost.

“Locke Group will immediately terminate all cooperation and support the wronged party in seeking justice. There will be no tolerance—none at all.”

Her declaration crashed down like thunder, leaving the hall in stunned silence.

The protestors were cowed by her presence and unforgiving stance. Journalists frantically clicked their cameras, capturing every dramatic second.

Yardley stared at her, a storm of conflicting emotions in his eyes.

On a giant 4K screen, the chaos in the Shepard Group’s signing hall played out in high definition, every detail magnified to perfection.

When Gwyneth bent to pick up the chart, the camera zoomed in on the slight tremor in her fingertips and the tension in her jawline under the harsh lights—almost fragile, almost at her breaking point.

As she lifted the chart and announced the investigation, beneath her forced composure, a flicker of fear and desperation flashed in those beautiful eyes—a woman driven to the edge.

A cold, contemptuous laugh, smooth and venomous as a snake’s hiss, curled through the silence.

“Zero tolerance? Open investigation?”

Desiree’s voice was low and smooth, but every word was a blade of ice against glass. “Gwyneth’s putting on quite the show. Shame, really. No matter how grand the stage, an actress is still just an actress. She’ll never make it to the real stage.”

She lounged back, radiating the confidence of someone in complete control. “Against true power, these clever tricks are nothing but the last pathetic flailings of a drowning woman.”

Across from her, Queenie was trembling with excitement.

“That bitch Gwyneth! About time she had a good cry!”

Desiree glanced at her, finding her vulgar glee distasteful. Once again, she wondered how Julian could ever have such poor taste.