Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 430

So that was a refusal?

Sarah chuckled. “That’s fine. You don’t have to draw if you don’t want to. But in that case, I’ll have to take a little trip to your home.”

She gestured toward the door. “And of course, I’ll be bringing them along.”

David sucked in a sharp breath. His grip tightened around the pen, and after a long hesitation, he finally placed the tip on the paper. But he didn’t know where to start.

“Start with your family,” Sarah prompted gently.

After a moment’s pause, David drew three figures—a woman, a man, and a little girl.

“Now, add a house, a large tree, and a car on the road,” Sarah instructed, guiding him step by step.

He still had no idea what Sarah was trying to accomplish, but he had already realized that refusal was pointless. Resigned, he followed her directions, sketching a house, a road, and a car.

As Sarah examined the drawing, a rare softness flickered in her gaze when she looked at the house and the people. But the moment her eyes landed on the car, that gentleness vanished, replaced by something sharp and dangerous.

She picked up the paper, studying it intently. “You have a younger sister?”

Then, placing the drawing back in front of him, she pointed at the car. “Tell me—who is this?”

David stiffened. “I don’t know. You told me to draw it.”

“No.” Sarah’s voice was firm. “You do know.”

She pulled out a pocket watch and held it before him. It was a simple yet highly effective hypnosis technique—one of the best methods for interrogation.

Her voice grew slow and rhythmic as the watch swayed gently back and forth. Under its steady motion, David’s resistance crumbled, and his eyes fluttered shut.

Thirty minutes later, Sarah stepped out of the room, having obtained exactly what she needed.

Melvin emerged from the next room. Of course, he had been listening the entire time.

She set down a thermos beside his bed, her gaze briefly flickering toward the pink thermos already on the table. Without drawing attention to it, she discreetly nudged her own container closer.

Zachary hadn’t anticipated her showing up. He glanced at the time—Sarah was due to arrive soon. He needed to get rid of this unwelcome guest before then.

“There’s no need for you to trouble yourself over this,” he said coolly. “Besides, until I figure out who was behind this, I’d prefer to keep things quiet.”

As he spoke, he deliberately studied her reaction.

“The one behind it?” Vivian repeated, feigning confusion as she looked at him.

Zachary nodded. “Grandpa only mentioned a car accident, but that’s not the whole truth. That day, two black sedans came after me. I had no choice but to strike first.”

A flicker of something sharp crossed Vivian’s eyes. She held his gaze, feigning ignorance. “Someone was after you? Why would anyone want to kill you?”

Of course, she knew exactly what Zachary was doing. He was testing her.