Divorced But Not Defeated The Military Queen’s Rise Again novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168 You Were Amazing

The reporter spoke and pulled out his phone, showing everyone the message he got that morning. Then he handed the phone to Sidonie.

She stared at it, her face turning as pale as paper. She looked calm on the outside, but inside she was shocked.

Who is it? Who sent the message?

How did they know about what really happened back then?

“This number can’t be traced,” the reporter said. “All I want is the truth. Ms. Stonehurst, can you help explain this?”

Sidonie took a deep breath and looked at the crowd in front of the stage. There were many donors and journalists there.

If there was anything strange about her expression, it could give her away.

“Yes, I lost a colleague in that big fire back then, but it was an accident. I wasn’t near him when it happened. By the time I noticed, he was already gone. All I could do was call the fire department and try to fight the flames with whatever tools I had. The police checked everything back then and found that it was my colleague’s own mistake. He had smoked a cigarette and didn’t put it out properly. That’s why I want to remind everyone again. Fire safety is everyone’s job!”

Her voice was strong, and the audience broke into applause.

The color returned to Sidonie’s face as she went on. “I have no idea who would send such a prank message, but I believe in justice. If I really were as this message claims, then the government would not have awarded me back then, nor would I have received so many honors.”

She looked around the room. “I don’t know if the person who sent the message is here, but listen up- people who try to ruin others in secret will never win!”

Even louder clapping followed.

Sidonie lifted her chin proudly and walked off the stage to return to her seat.

“Are you okay?” Trent asked with concern.

“I’m fine,” Sidonie replied. But only she knew her palms were sweaty from nerves.

Who could’ve sent that message? It almost felt like the person had really been there that night. But how was that even possible? The only ones present were the co–pilot and me. And the co–pilot didn’t survive the fire. The dead can’t talk. I’ve never told a single soul about what happened. Could it be that the same person who sent that reporter the message is the one who messaged me before?

“Should we head back first?” Trent asked.

As Quinn thought about it, a little girl came running over and jumped into her arms. “Ms. Bridger, did you see me perform just now?”

“I did! You were amazing,” Quinn said, smiling and patting her head.

Minnie grinned happily, then tugged at Quinn’s sleeve. “Ms. Bridger, would you play tag with us? You can be ‘it‘!”

“Of course!” Quinn said with a smile. She was about to follow the kids when Julius stopped her.

“Your arm is still hurt.”

“I’m pretty much better now.”

Still, Julius looked worried. “Don’t go.”

“But that’ll make the kids really sad,” Quinn said, looking at the children’s eager faces full of hope.

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