Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 345

“Are you threatening me?” Vivian glared angrily at the man in front of her.

The man remained calm and composed. “Not at all. I’m merely reminding you, Miss Wilson, that we’re in this together. If certain things were to come to light, I imagine your reaction would be quite dramatic.”

Though furious, Vivian knew this was something Zachary must never find out about.

“This is the last time,” she said coolly. “Go back and wait for my instructions.”

Zachary had heard enough. He quietly left, not wanting to hear more. But the words stuck in his mind.

The last time for what?

Waiting for what instructions?

Before their conversation ended, he had already slipped away, leaving the rest unanswered.

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At the Misty Island Hotel, the morning session of the symposium had just concluded.

Sarah was sitting in the restaurant, quietly eating her lunch, when a woman stormed in through the doors, her face twisted with anger.

“Sarah! It’s me,” Charlotte said, glaring at her with venom.

Sarah looked up, her expression calm.

“Stay away from James! No contact—none at all! Or you’ll pay the price!” Charlotte shouted, slamming her hand on the table in frustration.

Unfazed, Sarah replied, “He’s your man. You deal with him.”

Charlotte’s anger boiled over. Without warning, she grabbed a cup of tea from the table and splashed it at Sarah.

The tea was still hot, and Sarah, caught completely off guard, froze as it splashed over her.

Charlotte reached for another cup, intending to throw it too, but her hand was abruptly seized in a tight grip.

Startled, Sarah instinctively covered her face, expecting another attack. When nothing happened, she peeked through her fingers and saw James standing beside her, his hand gripping Charlotte’s wrist firmly.

Her heart skipped a beat—when had James arrived?

“What are you doing again?” James demanded coldly, his tone dark with anger. Just the thought of someone hurting Sarah made his temper flare.

Hearing this softened James further, making it impossible for him to hold any blame against her.

He held her close, feeling the familiar warmth of her embrace, but something felt off—very off.

The scent was wrong. It wasn’t right at all.

Suppressing the irritation rising in his chest, his mind wandered to another woman—a different figure altogether.

“Sarah…” he murmured absentmindedly.

That single whisper made Sarah feel incredibly uncomfortable. She had no interest in being a witness to their display of affection.

Once she finished her meal, she left without looking back.

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In prison, Mrs. Chancer was meeting with Lucy. It had taken numerous favors to arrange this visit.

Lucy was sobbing uncontrollably, gripping her mother’s hand tightly. “Mom, when will James get me out of here? I can’t stay in this place anymore. I need to get out—please!” she cried.