Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 499

Just as Zachary finished handling his affairs and was driving home, his phone rang—it was Vivian calling.

His hand hovered over the answer button, but he hesitated to press it.

"Zachary, Vivian likes you. You should see that by now. The reason she returned this time was for you." That was the voice of Mr. Wilson, his face ever so hypocritical.

"Zac, what exactly is your relationship with Miss Sanders?" That was a gentle, composed face, yet deep in her eyes lurked a suppressed madness—cold and merciless.

Behind him was his grandfather’s voice, offering words of measured caution. "The matter with the Wilsons is something you’ll have to decide for yourself. If Wilson approaches me, I won’t turn him away. But how you handle it is up to you."

"Bro, you can’t give up on Sarah! Didn’t you say you’d bring her back to be my sister-in-law? Brother?"

Enough!

He forced all those voices out of his mind, leaving only the persistent ringing of his phone echoing in the empty car.

"Zachary, remember to eat well." That soft, tender voice belonged to the woman who, in the end, had met the most tragic fate—dying in the elegant courtyard she loved so dearly.

His fingers trembled slightly as he finally pressed to accept the call.

His voice was low, laced with an undeniable chill. "What is it?" His fingers tapped impatiently against the steering wheel.

Vivian's voice came through with a sob. "Zachary, come save me... I’m drunk... at Ink Bar."

Before he could respond, the call was abruptly cut off.

In the rearview mirror, his sharp features reflected a face carved from ice, his eyes dark with a slow-burning hatred.

His foot pressed down on the gas pedal, and the car sped toward Ink Bar.

Inside the bar, the bartender placed a Blue Star cocktail in front of Sarah. Several glasses were already set on the table—drinks he had mixed earlier, but the woman before him had taken only a sip of each before setting them aside.

Sarah’s sharp eyes caught several men watching Vivian with less-than-innocent intentions. Some had even begun inching closer toward her.

Just as Sarah was about to step forward, someone else was faster.

A figure strode up to Vivian’s side, his presence commanding attention. Even in the dim neon glow, his expression was unmistakable—pure, unfiltered anger.

Under the flickering bar lights, this was the first time Sarah had ever seen Zachary look like this.

With a face full of frustration, he yanked the glass out of Vivian’s hand. Hidden within the crowd, Sarah barely made out his irritated voice.

"Why are you drinking?"

Though his tone was impatient, his actions were not—he reached out and supported Vivian, steadying her. His sharp gaze then swept over the lingering men, warning them off with an undeniable dominance, shielding Vivian from their encroaching presence.