Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 673

“When are you leaving?” Zachary asked.

“Once everything’s settled. Maybe in a few days,” Sarah replied.

After the police took Mr. Sullivan away, Mrs. Sanders tried to pull some strings to save him — but Melvin stepped in and stopped her.

Mr. Lambert immediately started making changes at the factory. He came up with new rules and methods. One of the first things he did was drag out all the sheets from the factory manager’s office — the very sheets that had been haunting everyone like some kind of curse.

Right in front of everyone, he set them on fire.

In just moments, all the shadows and bad memories that had plagued the factory for so long were burned away — completely gone.

Meanwhile, in the heart of the bustling city, the Wilson Group’s skyscraper towered like a giant, casting its long shadow over the people below. Sometimes, passersby would look up, their imaginations running wild, dreaming of wealth and power far beyond their reach.

Just then, a white Porsche pulled up smoothly at the foot of that towering giant, immediately drawing everyone’s attention.

The car door opened.

A long, flawless leg stepped out first, like porcelain under the sun. Before anyone could get a good look at the woman’s face, her tall, suited bodyguards stepped in and blocked their view.

Vivian stood there, casually tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her red lips curved into the faintest, most enchanting smile. Every feature on her face was so perfect that no one could find a single flaw.

She handed her purse to the assistant beside her, her gaze sweeping coolly across the scene, before striding confidently toward the Wilson building.

The security guards scrambled to open the door for her before she even got close. They bowed respectfully. “Miss Wilson.”

Vivian didn’t even glance at them. Without slowing her pace, she headed straight for the executive elevator.

Behind her, the two receptionists at the front desk didn’t even dare to breathe until she disappeared into the elevator. Only then did they both let out a long sigh of relief.

Once they saw the elevator numbers start to move, the girl with the ponytail glanced at her colleague, lowering her voice.

“Wow… talk about intimidating. She really is on another level.”

The short-haired girl shrugged. “Please. If I grew up filthy rich like she did, I’d probably be even scarier.”

The ponytail girl elbowed her and laughed under her breath. “Then you’d better start doing some good deeds now — maybe you’ll get lucky and be born into a rich family in your next life.”

The two of them giggled quietly.

Vivian was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of red wine. She turned slightly to look at him, lifting her chin.

“What is it?”

“Miss Wilson, I’ve found Mr. Reynolds’s whereabouts,” Donovan said, frowning slightly, already guessing what kind of storm this news was about to stir up.

Vivian took a slow sip of wine, her voice calm. “Where is he?”

Donovan hesitated for a few seconds before replying, “He’s in West Ridge… with Miss Sanders.”

Vivian’s grip on the wine glass tightened.

Even though fury was burning in her chest, she forced herself to stay composed, allowing only a trace of hurt to show on her face.

Seeing this, Donovan cautiously tried to comfort her. “Miss Wilson… this might just be a misunderstanding. Mr. Reynolds probably went to West Ridge for business.”

Hearing that, Vivian seemed to think of something.

For a second, her carefully maintained calm almost shattered.