Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 446

Tina couldn’t understand Schrödinger’s cat. She couldn’t understand why people who wanted to die still worried about what came after death.

In the suffocating stillness of the night, she picked up a sheet of paper and began writing a suicide note.

But before she could finish, someone knocked on her door.

Someone she trusted.

That person took her to the rooftop.

There must have been a conversation—one that turned into a conflict. And then… she was pushed.

So who was it?

What did they talk about that led to her being thrown off the building?

Sarah’s expression darkened as she spoke aloud, "And another question—who wanted to bury this evidence? Why were all the crucial findings erased from the final report?"

Melvin shook his head. "Whoever they are, they have a powerful background."

Sarah suddenly stood up. "There’s another possibility."

"What possibility?"

"The real target has been me all along. Someone is using Tina’s death to take me down."

"Would they really go this far just to stir up public outrage?" Melvin frowned.

"It looks like nothing major has happened, but Adams University’s reputation has taken a hit, and so has Sanders Corporation’s stock. Those are invisible losses," Melvin pointed out.

Sarah yawned, rubbing her temples. "Let’s figure it out tomorrow."

Afternoon, The Grandor Theatre – the most prestigious opera house in East Coast.

Mia found the message strange when she received it, but she still took a seat in the audience.

She had been in Vivian’s office earlier and hadn't gone anywhere else when she suddenly got a text from William, asking her to meet him here.

But now, the performance was about to begin, and he still hadn’t arrived.

The sound of drums echoed through the grand theater as the leading actress, playing the role of a tragic heroine, stepped onto the stage.

The entire audience fell silent, holding their breath in anticipation.

The actress sang in a mournful, powerful voice: "The wicked tyrant brings ruin upon the land, and heroes rise in rebellion across the four corners of the world…"

Her movements were precise and flowing like an elegant dance. The performance wasn’t just about wielding a weapon—it was about emotion, about heartbreak.

A chill ran down her spine as she felt something cold press against her skin.

Terror gripped her as she took in his chiseled features. His eyes, like shards of ice, held no warmth—only ruthless intent.

"Who are you?! Get out!" Mia snapped, pushing against him.

The man smirked, but it was a twisted, unsettling grin.

"Who am I? Sarah! Mia, you’re so beautiful… Relax, I’ll make you comfortable. You will love it.”

He lunged at her, eyes wild with obsession.

Mia’s blood ran cold.

She didn’t hesitate.

Grabbing the nearest teacup, she threw its scorching contents at him.

"Get away from me! I don’t know you!"

But the man didn’t stop.

She was trapped in the private box with him, and he was relentless.