Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 698

Anything that had passed through his hands had virtually no evidence that shouldn't exist.

He was convinced that even if Zachary turned the world upside down, he wouldn't find anything significant.

"Grandfather, what should I do?" Vivian couldn't stand being ignored by Zachary. It was driving her crazy.

Old Mr. Wilson glared at her impatiently. "What a waste of the Wilson family's investment in you. You can't even keep a man?"

Finally, too angry to hold back, he threw out a heavy remark, "Completely useless."

Old Mr. Wilson turned and walked toward the house. After a few steps, he realized Vivian was still standing in place and stopped to scold her, "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Come with me."

Vivian quickly agreed, and they went one after another to the antique-styled study.

After discussing for about two hours, Vivian emerged from the study with a grave expression.

She gently closed the door, her mind in complete disarray.

Her grandfather's words kept echoing in her ears.

Vivian bit her lip, knowing this might be the wrong decision, but she'd rather take the risk than watch helplessly as she lost everything.

Zachary was in a meeting when he received the call.

He glanced at the caller ID, silenced his phone without changing expression, and continued with the meeting.

Vivian was clever in this regard. She didn't keep calling but quietly waited for half an hour before trying again.

This time, Zachary answered.

His voice was cool yet had a unique magnetic quality that Vivian never tired of hearing. "What is it?"

"Grandfather asked me to invite you to dinner at the family house tomorrow." Vivian kept it brief, stating her purpose directly.

Old Mr. Wilson had always enjoyed lively gatherings, mainly because he liked being flattered.

Whether family dinners or business banquets, Old Mr. Wilson always hosted them lavishly.

Surprisingly, when Zachary arrived at the mansion as promised, he experienced a quiet atmosphere for the first time.

Vivian, who was holding his arm, appeared natural, not as if she was plotting anything.

Zachary narrowed his deep, slender eyes, keeping his wariness to himself for now, watching how things would unfold.

"Haha, Zachary, you're here! Sit down! Let me tell you, you're in for a treat today. My old friend sent a box of marlin from abroad. These aren't easy to get—it took him quite an effort!" Old Mr. Wilson sat energetically at the head of the table, his face full of warm smiles.

Zachary calmly presented his gift, then said steadily, "I'm deeply honored, thanks to your kindness."

Old Mr. Wilson laughed heartily. "At least someone knows how to carry a conversation! Not like Vivian who only knows how to play princess while the kingdom falls apart."