CHAPTER 53: CHAPTER 53: WHO IS THE OTHER WOMAN?

After finishing her words, she cast a cold glance at him before leaving.

Landon Lawson stood dazed, suddenly picking up his phone. He dialed Nolan Shaw, his thin lips moved, issuing some instructions.

Sienna Quinn sat in the car on the way back, holding Evan Quinn in her arms, feeling the familiar aura around the boy, which eased her mind and relaxed her tense body.

With her other hand in her pocket, she gently opened her palm to reveal a black recording pen inside, its light still flashing non-stop.

...

"Get out, all of you get out!" Vera Yates shouted, angrily throwing everything from the vanity onto the floor.

Bottles and jars spun on the ground, while the little assistant beside her shrank back in fear.

On the floor lay a newspaper, boldly reporting the news of Sienna Quinn and Landon Lawson’s wedding years ago. The woman who had been cursed online as a mistress suddenly transformed into the legitimate wife.

And Vera Yates, in an instant, turned into a lying troublemaker, her carefully crafted image crumbling at that moment.

"Miss Vance, don’t get so upset, they’re already divorced, aren’t they? You’re President Lawson’s girlfriend now."

Vera paused. Yes, she was the official girlfriend; their relationship had ended five years ago.

At that moment, Vera’s phone in the assistant’s hand rang: "Miss Vance, it’s Secretary Shaw."

"Nolan Shaw? Answer it quickly." Vera Yates froze for a moment, then smiled, thinking Landon must have seen these reports too, maybe he wanted to explain?

"Is it Stephen calling for me?"

"Miss Vance... that..."

Vera received the call with joy, but her expression grew increasingly somber and angry, finally hanging up the phone in rage.

"Sienna Quinn!"

A shout of anger erupted from the woman’s mouth, her face looked extremely unpleasant, her teeth gritting, there was no more tenderness or beauty.

Her body trembled with fury, and Secretary Shaw’s call had explained that a press conference would be held tomorrow to clarify their relationship, as the previous reports had caused Sienna unnecessary trouble.

Going public? No way, as long as Vera Yates was around, this matter couldn’t be revealed.

Sienna Quinn had returned this time, indeed, for Landon Lawson. Five years, a whole five years, what made her come back now? Just a little longer and the two would announce their wedding.

Sienna Quinn, you’ve ruined everything for me!

The sound of the room’s door knocked, and the assistant walked over to open it, revealing a man with artistic style wearing gold-rimmed glasses outside. His fair skin was even more noticeable against the glasses, but what was unforgettable were the man’s slender, tender fingertips, clearly well-maintained.

For a moment, the assistant stared in a daze, this man was of a different style than Landon Lawson.

"Is Vera here?" The man’s lips curved slightly with a polite demeanor, making the assistant’s heart race.

"Miss Vance is here." Saying this, she led the man inside, her small admiring eyes glowing as she looked at him.

Seeing Vera Yates’s furious demeanor, along with the mess of bottles, the man chuckled lightly: "Who upset our beautiful Miss Vance?"

"Miles Grant, why’d you come so late?" Vera Yates asked with some resentment upon seeing him.

Miles Grant shrugged helplessly: "I was just about to leave yesterday when a patient needing surgery came in unexpectedly."

The time was too late, so he didn’t disturb Vera Yates.

"You go ahead. Without my permission, I’ll not meet anyone."

The assistant hesitated, glancing at the time and at the lone man and woman, slightly worried: "Miss Vance... this..." If they were caught by paparazzi, things will be hard to explain, and the agency might punish her.

Vera Yates flashed a trace of displeasure in her eyes, "We’ve known each other for years, it doesn’t matter if we’re photographed."

Finally getting the assistant to leave, Miles Grant sat down with some concern, asking: "I didn’t visit when you were in the hospital due to media constraints, how’s your body now?"

"Just minor bruises, nothing serious." Vera Yates smiled faintly, her smile calm and gentle, starkly different from her previous fury.

Miles Grant’s brows furrowed, his previously unperturbed gaze gradually darkening: "Was it Sienna who did it?"

"Sienna didn’t do it on purpose, she was just upset seeing my relationship with Stephen."

"You’re too kind, always tolerating her."

Miles Grant sighed, having grown up with Landon Lawson and the others, Vera Yates had always liked Landon, and he had quietly loved her for over twenty years.

From the first sight of that pretty girl, he was enamored, and despite her always following Landon, he helped her without reserve.

Looking at the concerned Miles Grant, Vera Yates’s bright eyes suddenly welled with tears, her gaze looked pitiful as she choked with a sob: "Sienna wants Stephen to publicly declare that I’m just his sister, to completely sever ties with me."

"Stephen is really going to hold a press conference? For that woman, Sienna?" Miles Grant’s face stiffened, after being brothers with Landon for over twenty years, how could he not know his character? Wasn’t he indifferent to Sienna?

What did it matter if that woman was dead or alive?

He was never one to meddle unnecessarily, a suddenly benevolent soul, unless Sienna held another place in his heart.

But he definitely couldn’t let Vera Yates know that. She’d weep endlessly if she knew.

"I’ll go find Stephen, don’t worry, the press conference won’t succeed."

"Miles, if Stephen really wants to hold the press conference, then let him. I... I’m fine with it."

The woman wept softly, as if she had been terribly wronged.

Miles Grant couldn’t stand Vera’s tears, said nothing more, and quickly left her house.

The woman’s lips curved slightly; Miles Grant, as always, unconditionally believed and supported her.

Sienna Quinn, don’t go too far, or I can’t be sure what I’ll do to you.

Achoo!

Sienna Quinn sneezed violently, tears almost coming out as she coughed. Who was speaking ill of her behind her back? She shook her head; it didn’t matter who it was. She transferred the audio from the recorder to her computer.

Vera Yates, since you took my man in a past life and made my life hell, why would I let you end well in this life? Want a lovers’ happy ending?

Stepping over her corpse? If she can’t live well, then nobody should.