Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 365

“Don’t get too smug just yet. I really misjudged you. I thought you were weak, but it turns out you’re incredibly cunning,” Lucy said with a bitter laugh, her voice filled with self-mockery.

Charlotte covered her mouth and chuckled softly. She slowly stood up, her tone casual as she said, “Lucy, I’ll be leaving now.”

“Don’t you dare leave!” Lucy screamed desperately.

But Charlotte had already turned and walked out, leaving Lucy alone in her despair.

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Time ticked by, and on the third day after Sarah woke up, she was discharged from the hospital.

Back at the Sanders family home, Auntie Marianne had prepared a feast to help Sarah regain her strength.

At the dinner table, Melvin was glued to his tablet, his brow furrowed as if preoccupied with something important.

“What’s going on?” Sarah asked, her curiosity piqued.

“There’s a piece of land I’ve been eyeing—Crystal Bay. If we can secure it, it’ll be a huge profit. But the current owner might not sell it to just anyone,” Melvin replied, his tone heavy with concern.

Sarah didn’t understand much about real estate, so she simply listened quietly, finished her meal, and went to rest.

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The next day, as she stepped out of the school gates after work, Sarah ran into Zachary. She instinctively tried to walk away, but Zachary stepped in front of her.

“Sarah!” he called out.

“Mr. Reynolds, is there something you need? If not, I’ll be on my way,” Sarah said coldly, turning to leave.

“Sarah, can we talk?” Zachary’s voice softened, almost pleading.

Her stiff posture relaxed slightly as she turned back to face him, her eyes calm yet deeply probing.

“I have a few questions. Can I ask you?” Sarah said, her voice steady but firm.

Zachary looked into her clear, determined eyes. He couldn’t bring himself to say no. After a long pause, he nodded. “Alright.”

“No lying, no half-truths. You have to answer honestly,” she added.

Sarah couldn’t make sense of her emotions. Just moments ago, she had felt herself starting to trust him, but now it was as if a cold wave had washed over her.

“Got it. I’ll leave now,” she said, turning to go. But as she stepped forward, her wrist was suddenly grabbed. She turned sharply to look at him, only to see Zachary quickly release her, as if her touch burned.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered.

His behavior confused her. “What’s wrong?”

“I want to take you somewhere,” Zachary said, still avoiding her gaze.

“Where?” Sarah asked, her curiosity piqued.

Without answering, Zachary led her to his car and opened the passenger door. “Get in.”

Though unsure of what he was planning, she slid into the seat without protest.

7th Street was the heart of the city’s historic district. Known for its charm and character, the street was lined with boutiques and stores that exuded a vintage elegance. The names of the shops reflected their traditional allure: the finest tailor was at Heritage Threads, the most renowned jeweler was Elysian Gems, and the best pastries could be found at Willow’s Bakery.