Chapter 195

Under the spotlight, a slender figure ascended the stage with measured grace.

The deep blue velvet gown accentuated her flawless silhouette, its hem swaying gently with each step. Imperial jade glowed softly under the lights, complementing her porcelain skin. Her exquisite features were framed by piercing phoenix eyes that radiated icy composure.

Henry Chamberlain followed closely behind with Valdemar Holdings' executive team, maintaining a respectful three-meter distance.

The auditorium fell into stunned silence.

Reporters exchanged bewildered glances. A few discreetly raised their cameras, capturing rapid shots.

"Where is Patriarch Valdemar for today's announcement?" A bespectaced male journalist demanded, skepticism sharp in his tone.

Sophia Laurent stood center stage, her gaze sweeping the room with calm authority.

She accepted the microphone effortlessly. "Effective immediately," her clear voice resonated, "Valdemar Holdings is under my full stewardship."

Live stream comments exploded.

"Who is this woman?"

"Wait—isn't she..."

"My God, that's Sophia Laurent!"

Below the stage, murmurs rippled through the press corps. Camera flashes erupted like scattered fireworks.

"What is your relationship to Valdemar Holdings?" A female reporter's pointed question cut through the noise.

Sophia's lips curved into a perfectly calibrated smile.

"I am Alexander Valdemar's lawful wife."

The room erupted in chaos.

"Impossible!" A gray-suited journalist shot to his feet. "There's never been any public announcement of Mr. Valdemar's marriage!"

Sophia's eyes frosted over. Her fingers tapped the microphone once.

"Since when do the Valdemars announce private matters to the world?" Her tone remained unhurried. "Our betrothal was sealed twenty years ago, witnessed by both families."

With a pivot, she revealed a yellowed marriage certificate displayed on the giant screen.

"As for you," Sophia's gaze sharpened like a blade, "that Patek Philippe on your wrist was gifted by Lockwood Group's PR department last week, correct?"

The reporter's face drained of color.