Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 503

What a joke. No one had ever asked if she wanted any of their concern.

Scarlett came back from the dance floor, and the moment she saw James, her guard shot up. “James? What the hell are you doing here?”

Sarah quickly stepped in. “Scarlett, Mr. Chancer is just here for a drink. Let’s not bother him.”

Scarlett narrowed her eyes at Sarah, clearly skeptical, but she didn’t press the issue. Instead, she followed Sarah to a newly opened booth.

When the bartender placed their drinks down, Scarlett scoffed, shaking her head. “That guy’s insane. He was so desperate to divorce you just to marry Charlotte, and now he won’t leave you alone.”

“Forget him,” Sarah muttered. She had no time to waste on James—her mind was still replaying the image of Zachary holding onto Vivian as they left the bar.

Over at the bar counter, James downed his cocktail in one go, the bitterness lingering in his throat.

Then his phone rang.

He picked it up, expecting nothing urgent—until his assistant’s voice made his expression change instantly. “What did you just say?”

He turned to glance at Sarah one last time, but in the end, he chose to leave.

Meanwhile, Sarah twisted open a bottle. “Scarlett, if I get drunk enough… do you think I’ll finally feel numb?”

Scarlett, already matching her energy, popped open a bottle of her own. “Of course! Hell yes! Tonight, you call the shots—I’m with you all the way.”

By 1 a.m., Ink Bar was at its wildest. For some, the night was just getting started.

"Another one!" Scarlett’s cheeks were flushed as she downed her drink in one go.

Sarah followed suit, the alcohol making her head spin, her body warm and loose. “Cheers!”

Her hazy, intoxicated state made her even more captivating, and the man who had tried harassing her earlier couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Seeing that both women were already wasted, he bided his time, waiting for the perfect moment to move in.

The man took a good look at Steven—young, good-looking, and clearly strong. He decided to switch tactics, putting on a fake, understanding smile.

“Hey, man, no need to be so uptight. These two are gorgeous—why don’t we split them? One for each of us.”

“Get lost.”

Steven didn’t waste another second. His fist shot forward, slamming into the guy’s face with brutal force.

Years of training in the gym had built Steven’s strength, and the man on the receiving end was nothing but a weak scumbag. One solid punch was all it took to send him crashing to the floor, groaning, unable to get back up.

“Ahhh! Help! He’s trying to kill me! Someone call the cops!” he shrieked, putting on a pathetic act, hoping someone would step in.

But no one in the bar paid him any attention.

Steven loomed over him, eyes cold and menacing. “Get lost.”