Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 416

Though he hadn't attended, plenty of people had brought him recordings.

At the mention of this, Vivian grew even more furious. "Grandpa! Mr. Anderson always claimed he thought of you as a brother, and this is how he treats us! He played his part so well, bidding on almost everything at the auction, making it look flawless. I really believed he was just unfortunate not to win anything. He's truly cunning."

Mr. Wilson gazed out the window, his voice calm. "Did you really think that old fox saw you as his granddaughter? We're businesspeople - never trust anything tied to profit. You've completely forgotten everything I warned you about."

Vivian felt wronged but had to accept it. She knew she had been careless.

Mr. Wilson looked at the proposal before him, his voice icy. "Redo this proposal. Harbour Crescent has nice scenery. Though it's not on the new shipping route, East Coast is promoting tourism. If planned well, it could rival Pine Mist Island."

"Yes, Grandpa." Vivian clenched her fists. Her grandfather was right - Harbour Crescent was her shame, and to regain face, she had to use it to rise again.

As she turned to leave, he called her back. "How are things with Zachary?"

Zachary?

Vivian's expression soured. Though Zachary hadn't been seeing Sarah often lately, he'd been avoiding her too.

Since the villa incident, Zachary seemed to view her with hostility, though she believed she left no evidence behind.

Setting the bowl on the table, she asked, "Come drink this. Are you still in pain today?"

Charlotte walked over nervously, whispering in her ear, "Mom, save me. I don't want to go to prison. I know I was wrong."

Mrs. Garnett held her daughter's hand, patting the back of it. "Don't be afraid. That shameless girl kept trying to seduce James - it's understandable you lost control. Then that Wilson girl used you. How foolish you were! Why didn't you think to keep evidence!"

Charlotte sat down fearfully, sipping the soup her mother made. She said helplessly, "What good would evidence do? She's Vivian Wilson - would Mr. Wilson ever let her go to prison? I'd just end up being the scapegoat again."

Mrs. Garnett sighed, knowing her daughter was right. "It's my fault for not being able to give you a background like Vivian's. Now you're pregnant and living in fear of being sent to prison."