I Was the Stepping Stone novel Chapter 26

Chapter 3

Victor always cared deeply about anything related to Sylvia.

The day before, he had just received the divorce agreement from me, and the next morning he arranged a press

conference.

I was sitting in the yard when Victor’s assistant was brought to me by Margaret.

He said, “Ms. Sinclair, Mr. Laurent asked me to come and pick you up for the Laurent Group’s press conference.”

I hadn’t spoken yet.

The assistant thought I was going to refuse, so he simply told me Victor’s exact words.

He said, “Ms. Sinclair, even if not for Mr. Laurent, for the sake of your reputation, you should have attended this press

conference.”

I paused for a moment, then chuckled softly.

Victor threatened me again.

Afraid that I would back out at the last moment, they tried to use tactics from my previous life to force me to compromise.

In order to protect Sylvia, I was willing to sacrifice my reputation and ultimately had to bow my head.

I never understood, in Victor’s mind, am I his wife or his enemy…?

Now he wanted to publicly clarify our relationship.

I was no exception.

The car slowly drove towards the most luxurious hotel in Havenport. At the hotel entrance, it was already surrounded by

various media, making it impossible for water to leak through.

The flashbulbs flickered, the crowd bustled, and the assistant led me through the crowded crowd, stepping into the hotel.

lobby.

“Excuse me, could you please make way?” Victor’s voice came from behind.

Sylvia appeared at the door, dressed in a white dress, and walked hand in hand with Victor, like a perfect couple.

I turned around and happened to meet Victor’s eyes.

When our eyes met, he casually averted his gaze and took Sylvia’s hand. The two of them looked affectionate, as if

everything around them had nothing to do with them, and they never saw me.

I let out a self-deprecating chuckle.

“Ms. Sinclair, did you really get divorced from Mr. Laurent?”

The questioner, probably an intern, had a hint of timidity in his voice.

“Yes,” I said, with a slight smile on my face, my tone calm, and nodded.

The intern seemed to be trying to find a loophole from me and continued to ask, “But Ms. Sinclair and Mr. Laurent knew

each other in college, right? They dated for five years and got married for seven years…”

“Last month, Mr. Laurent splurged on buying you a luxurious yacht, and the fireworks show on your birthday was a

sensation in the whole city…”

I still smiled, but there was a hint of indifference in my eyes.

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