Chapter 127: Chapter 127: Tristan Sterling Says, Mrs. Sterling Can Only Be Holly Sinclair

"Vivian, marriage is not a game."

Tristan Sterling’s expression was grim as he spoke coolly.

"But she isn’t a proper wife! You were injured, and she didn’t care about you at all. I can’t see a single trace of love for you in her eyes. Tristan, you deserve better!" ’Like me!’

Vivian Linton cried out indignantly, her face a mask of injustice on his behalf.

She desperately wanted to shout those last two words, but she was afraid it would be too forward and disgust him, so she held her tongue.

A glint of coldness flashed in Tristan Sterling’s eyes.

’She doesn’t have a trace of love for me anymore?’

He refused to believe it.

’The Holly Sinclair of the past loved him so much. How could she just stop loving him on a whim?’

’She’s just throwing a tantrum, that’s why she’s pretending to be indifferent to me.’

Tristan Sterling was very confident in his own charm.

He even felt that it didn’t matter if the current Holly Sinclair truly didn’t love him anymore.

He had plenty of ways to make her fall in love with him again.

Looking at Tristan Sterling’s calm face, Vivian Linton realized her attempt to sow discord had failed.

She was shocked and flustered.

’Why aren’t my words working on him anymore?’

He—

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed and pleaded, "Tristan, I’m begging you, please divorce Holly Sinclair, okay?"

"I’ll say it one more time. The only Mrs. Sterling will be Holly Sinclair."

A hint of impatience crossed the man’s eyes, his tone deepening.

"Then what about me? What am I supposed to do?"

Vivian Linton broke down, screaming, "I love you, Tristan! You said you’d be responsible for me! Are you starting to despise me? Do you think that because I’m missing a leg, I’m not good enough for you?"

"Vivian!"

Tristan Sterling snapped.

The atmosphere turned icy.

Vivian Linton froze, her face turning pale.

’Tristan is angry.’

’He’s angry that I’m trying to guilt him with what I did for him.’

Yes.

She had done it on purpose.

She deliberately brought up her missing leg to remind him that she became disabled saving his life.

In the past, whenever she brought it up, he would feel guilty and his heart would ache for her.

But today...

He was just displeased.

Vivian Linton was an expert at reading a situation.

Seeing that things were going south, she quickly put on a hurt and aggrieved expression, choking back sobs as she apologized. "I’m sorry, Tristan. I didn’t mean to make you angry. I just... I just feel so wronged. I’ve waited for you for so long. If you don’t want me, what am I supposed to do...?"

She looked at him with tear-filled eyes, humbling herself completely.

And sure enough!

Seeing her crying so pitifully, Tristan Sterling couldn’t bear it. His expression softened. "I’ve told you before, aside from marriage, I will do my best to give you anything you want."

"Tristan, will you really be responsible for me for the rest of my life?"

"Of course."

This was his promise to her.

A promise bought with her life-saving sacrifice.

"Tristan, thank you." Vivian Linton shed tears of gratitude, deciding to quit while she was ahead.

But inwardly, she was thinking viciously, ’Since Tristan won’t budge, I’ll have to find a way to break through that bitch Holly Sinclair.’

’I refuse to believe I can’t tear them apart!’

’In any case, the position of Mrs. Sterling will be mine.’

’Anyone who dares to stand in my way...’

’...will die!’

... 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Tristan Sterling was as good as his word. The next day, he actually went with Holly Sinclair to the Civil Affairs Bureau to refill their divorce application.

And so began another one-month cooling-off period.

For the next half a month, the two had no contact whatsoever.

Although the divorce wasn’t going smoothly, her studio’s business was booming.

Sunday, 7:00 PM.

Holly Sinclair arrived at The Banyon Hotel.

Sonia Sutton was already waiting for her at the main entrance.

"Sonia."

Holly Sinclair walked over quickly to meet her.

"Is the qipao finished?" Sonia asked.

"It is." Holly Sinclair slightly raised the exquisite paper bag in her hand.

Inside was a magnificent qipao she had spent a week creating.

A week ago, Sonia had introduced her to a client.

This client was very generous and was also very satisfied with her design.

The client was very influential and didn’t appear in person; Holly only communicated with the client’s assistant.

The assistant indicated that if this collaboration went well, they would establish a long-term partnership with SH Studio.

Holly Sinclair was overjoyed.

Having her designs recognized gave her a great sense of accomplishment.

"Thank you, Sonia."

Holly Sinclair was sincerely grateful.

Sonia was three years older than her and was genuinely good to her, having introduced her to many clients, both big and small.

"What’s there to thank me for?" Sonia said. "If it weren’t for you, I’d still be getting played for a fool by that scumbag and his mistress. Plus, you saved my life. If anyone should be saying thank you, it’s me."

Sonia had a straightforward personality; she loved fiercely and hated passionately.

If someone was one part good to her, she would be ten parts good to them in return.

Holly had not only helped her see her treacherous "best friend" for who she was, but had also saved her from a runaway horse. Naturally, she had to repay her kindness.

The two of them walked into the hotel together.

"By the way, your client this time is Miss Evelyn Morgan, the fourth daughter of the Morgan Family from Oakhaven. Have you heard of her?" Sonia asked.

"No." Holly Sinclair shook her head.

She knew of the Morgan Family; they were the richest family in Oakhaven.

But she didn’t know anything about Miss Morgan.

"Then let me give you a heads-up," Sonia warned. "This Miss Morgan is the apple of the Morgan Family’s eye. She’s arrogant, domineering, and rather difficult to deal with. Be careful when you meet her in a bit."

"Okay, I understand." Holly Sinclair nodded lightly.

In truth, she was already mentally prepared.

Miss Morgan’s assistant had been extremely picky when discussing the design details with her.

But the customer is always right.

Money isn’t that easy to earn.

Evelyn Morgan had come to Mistcroft this time for an arranged blind date set up by her family.

Tonight, the largest banquet hall in The Banyon Hotel was magnificently decorated for a welcome party Miss Morgan was hosting for herself.

She had invited numerous socialites and young masters from Mistcroft’s high society.

Sonia had an invitation, and Holly followed her into the banquet hall.

Holly Sinclair felt like her eyes were cursed.

The moment she walked in, she spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.

Tristan Sterling.

And...

Vivian Linton, clinging to his arm.

...

Meanwhile, Tristan Sterling suddenly got a phone call and stepped away to answer it.

Left alone, Vivian Linton happily basked in everyone’s envy and praise.

"Miss Linton, you and Mr. Sterling make such a perfect couple."

"Yes, yes! You two seem so close. Are wedding bells in the near future?"

"Miss Linton, when you become Madam Sterling, don’t forget about us."

A few socialites surrounded Vivian Linton, showering her with compliments.

"Don’t you worry. We’re all good friends. Of course I’ll remember you all when good things come my way."

Vivian Linton smiled insincerely, her heart soaring from all the flattery. Her vanity was immensely satisfied.

’It’s a good thing Tristan went to take that call.’

’If Tristan were here, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy this kind of prestige and glory.’

Because no one would dare say such things in front of Mr. Sterling.

"Miss Linton, I heard that Miss Morgan absolutely loves the qipao you designed and that you’re going to be her personal designer from now on. Is that true?"

One of the socialites suddenly changed the subject, her tone even more envious.

In the eyes of outsiders, Vivian Linton was not only the apple of Mr. Sterling’s eye but also an outstanding designer in the world of qipao—a true winner in life.

"How did you know?"

Vivian Linton feigned surprise, then covered her mouth as if she had misspoken. "Oh my, look at my big mouth. Miss Morgan hasn’t even announced it yet. You all shouldn’t be guessing wildly..."