Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 351

Inside the villa, the moment Sarah saw the men rushing toward her, she realized with a sinking heart—she’d walked straight into a trap.

She knew Scarlett too well; Scarlett couldn’t have known about this.

“What do you want?” Sarah demanded, her voice sharp and commanding.

“What do you think?” Mr. Luther sneered, his smirk full of malice.

With a glance, he signaled the men to surround Sarah, then stepped out of the room, leaving her alone with them.

Desperately, Sarah scanned the room and found a small fruit knife. Clutching it tightly, she fought back, slashing at the men who lunged at her.

The room echoed with groans of pain as some of them recoiled from her strikes, and Sarah darted around, trying to keep out of their reach. Despite the chaos, her sharp ears picked up snippets of a conversation outside the door. It was a woman’s voice—familiar but chillingly out of place.

“Why aren’t you going in?” the woman asked.

“That woman’s married,” a man replied casually. “I don’t touch what’s already been claimed.”

“Are you recording everything?”

“Of course,” the man said with a chuckle. “The room has six cameras—every angle covered.”

Sarah’s grip on the knife tightened. She swung it with all her strength, her voice fierce. “Stay back! Don’t come near me!”

One of the men yelped as her blade cut his arm. He staggered back, clutching the wound and growling through clenched teeth. “You bitch! How dare you hurt me?”

With several of them now injured, they hesitated, giving Sarah a moment to catch her breath. That’s when she heard the woman’s voice again.

“Why leave her with a knife?”

“It’s more fun this way,” the man replied, his tone dripping with sadistic amusement. “Isn’t this exciting?”

Sarah’s heart pounded as she pieced it together. The knife had been deliberately left for her, part of their twisted game.

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Outside the villa, Scarlett paced frantically, clutching her phone. She didn’t have Zachary’s number or Melvin’s, but she did have James’s. Without a second thought, she dialed him.

After a few rings, the call connected.

“No. The young master said no one is allowed inside,” the servant said curtly before slamming the door in her face.

Scarlett’s heart sank. Something was very wrong.

Without thinking, she forced her way inside. The staff quickly moved to restrain her.

“Don’t let her through! If she gets in, we’re all doomed!” one of them shouted.

“Let go of me! Sarah! Sarah!” Scarlett screamed, her voice echoing through the halls.

“Bring her in,” a cold voice ordered.

Scarlett froze as Mr. Luther appeared.

Her eyes widened, and her lips trembled. “You… you didn’t have any brain damage. You lied!”

The pieces clicked into place. His accident, the excuse of needing treatment for psychological trauma—it had all been a trap.

“It was you!” Scarlett exclaimed, her voice trembling with anger. “You tricked me into bringing Sarah here. What are you planning to do?”