Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 482

Sarah’s arrival stirred a small wave of excitement throughout the banquet hall.

"Oh my god, how does she still have the audacity to show up here? After everything that happened, she actually dares to come? Absolutely shameless!"

"Exactly! That student jumped because of her! Even though people are trying to clear her name, who knows what really went on behind the scenes?"

“Mr. Reynolds and Miss Wilson are practically engaged. Do you think she’s here just to cause trouble?"

"Cause trouble? Please. What could she even do?"

"I heard the Sanders are in trouble. They lost their wine suppliers, and she’s here to fight for a deal."

As whispers and judgmental glances swept through the crowd, Sarah remained composed, unaffected by the scrutiny.

Melvin, however, squared his shoulders, his cold gaze sweeping across those who dared to stare too long. He shielded her from much of the hostility, though he knew she didn’t care about their opinions.

After a brief exchange, Melvin slipped into the crowd of businessmen, leaving Sarah to find a quiet corner for herself.

Each seating area was set beside an elegant tower of wine glasses. The banquet tables were meticulously arranged with a variety of hors d’oeuvres, fine wines, and spirits.

Even the glassware was carefully chosen.

Near the pastries were Bordeaux glasses, filled with deep red wine that exuded the rich aroma of grapes.

Next to the fruit platters were whiskey tumblers, each holding a small pour of strong liquor with two ice cubes to maintain the perfect chill.

This was a wine connoisseur’s event—what was on display now was only a preview. The true highlight would come later.

Sarah idly examined the subtle variations in wine colors when the glass doors swung open once again.

This time, the new guests were Zachary Reynolds and Vivian Wilson.

Their entrance caused a noticeable stir.

She seemed oblivious to the attention, unconcerned by the silent comparisons being drawn between her and Vivian.

Vivian had chosen a figure hugging gown that accentuated her curves, her figure comparable to Sarah’s.

But when it came to beauty, Vivian couldn’t quite measure up.

Yet, Vivian was the golden girl, the heiress to the Wilson family, Zachary’s childhood friend. In status and background, Sarah could never compete.

A woman approached Sarah’s table, picking up a wine glass before lightly clinking it against Sarah’s.

"Miss Sanders, isn’t it? I’ve been quite curious about you."

Within minutes, two more women joined in, settling themselves beside Sarah—one on each side, with another standing just behind her.

"And what exactly are you curious about?" Sarah asked casually, unbothered.