You Scorned My Love, So Why Are You Kneeling When I Asked for a Divorce?

The person-in-charge’s eyes darted nervously, and his back was soaked with sweat.

There was a huge disparity between Holly Sinclair’s and Vivian Linton’s work. A single glance was enough to tell which was superior.

’Their two pieces absolutely cannot be compared!’

Vivian Linton understood this even better, and she was frantic with anxiety.

Seeing Holly Sinclair’s relentless persistence, she quickly and viciously pinched herself. Once the pain brought tears to her eyes, she took a step forward and looked at Holly with a wronged expression.

"Holly, I know you’ve always wanted to beat me just once. But you lost to me again today... I can understand that you’re unhappy and you don’t accept it, but please don’t make things difficult for Tristan, okay? If you really want first place this badly, I can just give it to you—"

SLAP!

"Shut up!"

Before Vivian Linton could finish speaking, Holly Sinclair, unable to hold back any longer, had viciously slapped her across the face.

"Ah!"

Vivian Linton cried out, staggering back and falling messily into Tristan Sterling’s arms. Tears of grievance streamed down her face. "Tristan..."

"Holly Sinclair!"

Tristan Sterling was furious, an intimidatingly cold aura radiating from him.

Holly Sinclair gave a desolate smile.

She met his gaze coldly, her hatred intensifying.

’I have never hated him as much as I do at this very moment.’

’This money is for my brother’s life-saving treatment.’

’But to please the woman he loves, he’s ignoring the life-or-death situation of his own brother-in-law...’

"Connor Grant," Tristan Sterling called out abruptly.

"Second Master."

Connor Grant took a step forward.

He was Tristan Sterling’s assistant.

"Get her out of here!" Tristan Sterling ordered coldly.

At his words, Holly Sinclair’s heart went completely cold.

A flicker of disappointment, however, showed on Vivian Linton’s face.

’She thought Tristan Sterling would make Holly Sinclair apologize to her in front of everyone...’

"Miss Sinclair."

Connor Grant walked toward Holly Sinclair and gestured for her to leave.

Holly Sinclair and Tristan Sterling had a secret marriage; very few people knew they were husband and wife.

That was why, in public, Connor Grant always called her Miss Sinclair, not Young Madam.

Without a doubt, this must have been Tristan Sterling’s instruction.

Holly Sinclair didn’t move.

Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared intently at the cruel, heartless man.

"Miss Sinclair, my apologies..."

"Don’t touch me!"

Holly Sinclair viciously slapped away Connor Grant’s outstretched hand.

’No need for anyone to throw me out.’

’I’ll leave on my own!’

Holly Sinclair looked at Vivian Linton and suddenly smiled.

It was a smile that carried a sinister chill.

Vivian Linton felt a pang of fear and instinctively hid behind Tristan Sterling.

"Vivian Linton, let me leave you with a piece of advice—"

A cold, inscrutable smile touched the corners of Holly Sinclair’s lips as she said, "Don’t try to mend porcelain if you don’t have the diamond drill."

Vivian Linton froze, completely bewildered.

She didn’t understand what Holly Sinclair’s words meant.

But after saying her piece, Holly Sinclair turned and left.

She gave Vivian no chance to ask for clarification.

...

After Holly Sinclair left, Tristan Sterling’s expression remained frosted over, showing no signs of softening.

The person-in-charge broke out in a cold sweat under his gaze, which was so icy it held no warmth at all.

Knowing he couldn’t escape, he could only bow ninety degrees to Tristan Sterling and, steeling himself, confess in hopes of leniency—

"Second Master, I was wrong! I’ll never act on my own authority again. I thought..."

THUD!

Before he could finish, Tristan Sterling kicked him in the stomach.

The person-in-charge staggered back several steps, grimacing in pain, but didn’t dare make a single sound.

Tristan Sterling glanced at Connor Grant.

Connor Grant understood and nodded.

Then, without another word, Tristan Sterling walked out.

"Tristan?"

Vivian Linton was stunned.

After a moment of shock, she hurried after him.

"Manager Walsh, go to the HR department tomorrow and submit your letter of resignation," Connor Grant said coldly to the man.

The organizing company was a subsidiary of Sterling Corporation.

"Ah... but..."

Manager Walsh was dumbfounded. He instinctively called out to Vivian Linton, "Miss Linton..."

Vivian Linton, who was just about to leave the conference room, heard him and shot a fierce glare back at Manager Walsh.

Manager Walsh immediately deflated, looking utterly devastated.

’I can’t afford to offend the Second Master.’

’And I certainly can’t afford to offend the Second Master’s beloved.’

Realizing this, Manager Walsh collapsed onto the floor, his face ashen.

All he could do was suffer in silence.

...

Tristan Sterling strode ahead with large steps.

"Tristan, Tristan? Tristan, wait for me..."

Vivian Linton hiked up her skirt, chasing after him clumsily while calling out.

Seeing he had no intention of stopping for her, she grew anxious and flustered, and suddenly tripped herself up.

"Ah!"

With a cry of pain, she fell to the ground.

Tristan Sterling finally stopped.

He immediately turned back and gently helped her up. "How could you be so careless?"

"You were walking too fast, I couldn’t keep up..." Vivian Linton’s eyes were red, and she choked back a sob.

The man’s icy expression softened slightly.

"Tristan, I think I twisted my ankle. It hurts..."

Seeing his expression relax, she played up her pitiful act, whimpering about the pain.

Tristan Sterling swept her up into his arms.

Greg, who was waiting by the roadside, immediately got out of the driver’s seat and opened the rear passenger door.

The two of them got into the car.

The black Bentley merged into traffic and drove on smoothly.

"Tristan, what did Manager Walsh mean just now? What did he do on his own authority? He couldn’t have meant that our Vervain Studio lost to..."

Vivian Linton launched a preemptive strike, tears streaming down her face as she feigned ignorance. "Tristan, please don’t be angry, okay? I don’t know what’s going on either. How about you tell Mrs. Quincy that the contract we just signed is void? I’ll give it back to Holly..."

"No need."

Tristan Sterling said flatly.

Hearing this, Vivian Linton felt a great weight lift from her heart.

Her eyes instantly filled with tears of relief. She clutched his sleeve tightly and vowed, "Tristan, don’t worry. I will do everything in my power to restore that antique qipao. I’ll definitely make sure Mrs. Quincy is satisfied."

"Mm."

"Tristan, thank you. It’s so good to have you."

Vivian Linton rested her head on Tristan Sterling’s shoulder, the corners of her lips curling up uncontrollably.

She smiled, blissful and content.

’See!’

’His heart is still on my side.’

’A moment ago, she had been terrified, thinking that if her scheme was exposed, he would surely despise her. She knew how much he hated deceit and fakery.’

’But now it seemed she was worrying for nothing.’

’Even when he was furious, the moment he saw her get hurt, he still came back to her without hesitation.’

’This just goes to show how hopelessly in love with her he is.’

The more Vivian Linton reasoned this out, the more delighted she became.

’So, Holly Sinclair...’

’What do you have to fight me with?’

...

「The Sterling Manor」

Holly Sinclair stood at the entrance, her mind consumed by the phone call from the hospital that morning.

Her brother’s treatment fees were due again.

Without the two-million prize, the monthly allowance from the Sterling Family was now the only money left to save her brother’s life.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open and went inside.

In the living room, Stella Grayson was getting ready to go out, while Megan Grayson was tidying a stray lock of hair by her ear.

"Mom."

Holly Sinclair walked over.

"Why are you back?" Stella Grayson asked, looking her up and down.

"I’m here for my living allowance," Holly Sinclair said directly.

Stella Grayson frowned. "Living allowance? Wasn’t that just paid out a couple of days ago?"

"Oh, Auntie, it’s my fault. I forgot to transfer the money to my sister-in-law." Megan Grayson quickly chimed in, then turned to Holly Sinclair with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "Sister-in-law, don’t worry, I’ll transfer it to you right away."

Holly Sinclair kept her eyes on Stella Grayson. "Mom, can I get an advance for next month—"

"Auntie, don’t you have a mahjong game to get to? It’s almost time. You go on ahead. I’ll handle transferring the money to Sister-in-law."

Megan Grayson cut Holly Sinclair off. Her eagerness had an indescribable strangeness to it.

As if tinged with a hint of panic.