Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 395

“I won’t,” Sarah said firmly, her tone heavy with authority. “But you should think carefully about the difference between being the mastermind and just an accomplice. This isn’t just about a lighter sentence.”

“I’ll talk!” Charlotte finally broke down.

“Tell me. I’ll handle the rest myself.”

Charlotte closed her eyes, her shoulders trembling. “It was Vivian. It was her!” she confessed.

“So, Lucy was the first scapegoat, and you’re the second?” Sarah asked, her suspicions confirmed. Things were clearly far more complicated than they seemed, but with just a few pointed questions, she had her answers.

Charlotte nodded slowly. “That’s... how it seems.”

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Meanwhile, Steven had been feeling uneasy for days, the reason being Scarlett. Maybe it was because of her sudden boyfriend, or perhaps it was the questions she had asked him—questions he couldn’t answer.

He found himself walking into Morning Star Bar, the same bar where he and Scarlett had shared an unusual encounter. Lately, he had been returning there almost compulsively, as though he were drawn to it by an inexplicable force.

Tonight, as he stepped inside, he instinctively glanced toward the corner. To his surprise, she was there—Scarlett.

His heart raced as he approached. There was a bottle of liquor on the table in front of her, barely touched. When she noticed him coming, Scarlett looked up, confused.

“Don’t drink that,” Steven said abruptly, snatching the glass from her hand. He didn’t know why he felt this way—he just knew he needed to do it.

Scarlett stared at him, stunned. “What are you doing, Steven?” she asked, bewildered.

“Don’t drink,” he repeated, his voice low and resolute, his dark eyes carrying a quiet intensity.

Scarlett froze, staring at the now-empty bottle in his hand. For a moment, she was at a loss for words. “You’re insane,” she muttered.

Although the wine wasn’t particularly strong, chugging an entire bottle without pause was bound to hit hard. Especially without giving himself time to sober up in between. She could already imagine how awful he would feel soon.

“Stop drinking!” she shouted, her voice filled with frustration.

But Steven didn’t seem to hear her. Instead, he grabbed another bottle and was about to take another long gulp when Scarlett snatched it from his hands.

She’d already had more than enough herself. The result of gulping down so much alcohol so quickly was starting to hit her. Her legs felt weak, and she had to grip the table to keep herself steady.

Steven, on the other hand, had collapsed onto the couch, his cheeks flushed bright red, looking utterly ridiculous.

Scarlett couldn’t help but laugh. In the flickering, colorful lights of the bar, her features glowed with a striking beauty.