Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 484

"And what if I did? Your mouth was spewing filth, so I simply helped you wash it out. Now, kindly get lost."

"You f**king—!”

The man’s face contorted with rage as he raised his hand, ready to strike.

His arm cut through the air with force, the sound of wind trailing behind it. It was so sudden that Sarah barely had time to react. Instinctively, she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for impact.

But the expected pain never came.

Instead, a sharp, agonized scream rang out.

"Let me go! Who the hell are you?!"

Sarah’s eyes snapped open.

James had seized the man’s wrist mid-air, twisting it back with ruthless precision.

The man’s arm bent unnaturally, like a twisted rope, his face contorted in pain.

"And since when did the Fishers start running their mouths like this?" James said icily. "I’ll make sure to ask your father myself in a few days.

"Now get lost!”

The man, now realizing that James knew his father personally, instantly lost all his bravado and scrambled away without another word.

James turned back to Sarah, his sharp expression softening.

"Are you alright?"

Sarah’s face remained as cold and distant as ever.

"I’m fine."

"Don’t act tough. I know what’s happening with Melvin and the Sanders Group. I can help you."

"We don’t need your help," she replied coolly.

James studied her, the way she held herself—untouchable, unwavering.

The more she pushed him away, the more he found her adorable.

Stubborn, proud, unwilling to yield—even when the odds were against her.

For some reason, it made his heart stir.

"Don’t call me Sarah!" Her voice was sharp with unmistakable loathing. "Do I need to remind you what our relationship is now?"

"I just wanted to help you," James said, his voice quieter this time.

"James, drop the act. I don’t need your help. What is this, some kind of regret? Did you suddenly realize after the divorce that I was the better choice? Is that why you’re suddenly being so attentive?

"Don’t forget—your wife is still sitting in prison, bearing your child. Leave me alone."

Her tone was firm, final.

She turned and walked away without looking back, wanting nothing more than to put distance between them.

Finding another quiet corner, she sat down again—only to notice that the whispers around her hadn’t stopped.

People were still talking about her.

She sighed and picked up another glass of wine.

It didn’t matter where she went.

The scrutiny followed her everywhere.