Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 352

Mr. Luther clicked his tongue in mock disapproval, reaching out to grab Scarlett’s chin, only for her to slap his hand away.

His sly, narrow eyes gleamed with amusement, and his voice carried an unsettling, slippery charm. “You’ve already said it, haven’t you? It’s all for Sarah. You worked so hard to bring her here. I thought you’d have the sense to walk away quietly, but you barged in instead.”

“What did you do to her? Where is Sarah?” Scarlett demanded, her voice sharp with fury.

Mr. Luther’s smirk vanished. His eyes darkened as he leaned in closer, his tone icy. “I suggest you pretend none of this ever happened. Turn around, walk out the door, and I’ll make sure the feud between the Luther family and the Larson family disappears.”

“You think I’d sacrifice Sarah just to save the Larson family?” Scarlett shot back, her voice trembling with rage. “Before I saw your disgusting true colors, I might’ve selfishly thought curing you could benefit my family. But now? You make me sick! Let Sarah go!”

“Miss Larson,” Mr. Luther drawled, his sly grin returning, “I’m afraid you won’t be seeing her anytime soon. After all, there are quite a few people keeping her company in that room.”

Scarlett felt a chill run down her spine.

Mr. Luther shrugged lazily, feigning innocence. “Face it, Miss Larson. You brought her here yourself. We’re tied together now, whether you like it or not.”

Scarlett spat at his feet, fury blazing in her eyes. “Don’t lump me in with you! Let Sarah go right now, or I’ll call the police!”

Mr. Luther clapped his hands slowly, mockingly. “I’ve told you before—Sarah is here because of you. But in case you forgot, a lot of time has already passed since she entered that room.”

With a wave of his hand, he signaled the others to release Scarlett.

On the second floor, Sarah was battling despair and exhaustion. Trapped in the locked bedroom with four men, she gripped the fruit knife tightly, slashing at anyone who dared come close. Her wild, desperate swings kept them at bay for a while.

But her luck ran out when one man lunged forward and grabbed her wrist, wrenching the knife from her grasp and throwing her hard onto the ground.

“I don’t know,” Scarlett replied, her voice trembling. “Sarah’s been in there for almost half an hour, and there’s been no sign of her. I’ve called her so many times, but she’s not answering.” Her eyes began to well up with tears as she added, “It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t brought Sarah here to help with their so-called treatment, this wouldn’t have happened. I can’t believe I trusted the Luther family—they lied to us!”

Steven, who had already been briefed by Scarlett during her earlier call, tried to comfort her. “Scarlett, you didn’t mean for this to happen. Stop blaming yourself. No one could’ve predicted this.”

“What about Zachary? Is he here yet?” she asked urgently, clutching Steven’s arm.

Steven shook his head. “Not yet, but he’s on his way. He’s coming from farther away, but he’ll be here soon.”

Scarlett nodded, though her worry was far from gone.

“Let’s not waste time. Take me to the villa now,” Steven urged, narrowing his eyes as he assessed the situation.