Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 526

The boutique owner instructed an attendant to bring out several dresses.

Sarah examined them one by one before selecting one and stepping into the fitting room.

The fitting room was small and dimly lit, with heavy curtains blocking the window.

These dresses all looked similar on the hanger; she needed to see how they fit on her.

Layer after layer, the process was tedious. By the time she peeled off her original outfit, sweat dotted her forehead.

She slipped into the dress, the silky fabric cool against her skin. Just as she reached for the ties—

The curtain behind her was yanked open.

Sarah gasped. “Who’s there?!”

She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, stepping back until her hand found the door handle.

“Don’t move.”

The voice came from behind her.

Her heart raced. She turned her head just enough to see a man standing there. He wore a mask and gripped a knife, the blade glinting faintly in the dim light.

“Who are you?” she demanded, trying to steady her voice.

Before the man could answer, a voice came from outside.

“Miss Sanders? Are you alright?”

It was the store attendant—she must have heard her earlier gasp.

Sarah took a quick, shallow breath and forced calm into her voice. “I’m fine! I just bumped my elbow.”

The masked man gave her a sharp nod and pulled the curtain shut again. “I’ll be gone soon,” he muttered.

Suddenly, loud footsteps echoed from the front of the shop—many footsteps.

Then came the shouting.

“Search everywhere!”

Sarah’s pulse quickened. The man beside her tensed, his breathing shallow.

The voices grew louder as several people barged into the boutique, their movements reckless, their tone aggressive.

“Sir, you can’t just storm in like this!” came the owner’s protest.

“We’ve got orders! A thief escaped into this street. If they slipped into this store and harmed a customer, you’d be responsible!”

The footsteps moved closer to the fitting room.

Sarah’s grip tightened on the door handle. The man beside her remained still but coiled like a spring, ready to act.

As the footsteps approached the curtain, Sarah raised her voice.

“Don’t you dare come in here!” she snapped. “If there were a thief in here, I’d be screaming my lungs out! Step inside, and I’ll call the police for invading my privacy!”

Silence followed.

The store’s security guards stepped in, adding their protests. After several tense minutes, the noise faded as the intruders reluctantly left.

Eyes that held the fierce, cold intensity of a man with nothing left to lose.

Who was he?

Stainles was located in the busiest district of East Coast.

Beyond the Greenwoods District, there was a deep, narrow alleyway.

A luxury car came to a stop in front of an unremarkable little shop.

A woman in a dress stepped out, handbag in hand, and walked into the shop.

The shop owner looked up, surprised.

People who drove cars like that were either rich or powerful—what would someone like that be doing here?

“Miss, are you here for a watch?”

The woman opened her handbag and placed a silk-wrapped object on the counter.

“Can this watch be fixed?”

Sarah glanced around the shop. The owner had graying hair and had returned from abroad.

He wasn’t well-known yet, but in two years, he’d make a name for himself.

Most importantly, this watch—only he could fix it.

The owner carefully lifted the watch with the cloth, then put on his reading glasses and examined it closely. His brows furrowed.