Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 699

The words sounded critical, but they actually served a dual purpose, covering all bases.

On one hand, they expressed how much the Wilson family valued Vivian, while on the other hand, they reminded Zachary of the purpose behind their arranged marriage—the mutual development of both families.

Zachary smiled and humbly replied, "You're exaggerating, and besides, Vivian is quite accomplished herself."

He had smoothly returned the conversational "ball" that had been tossed to him.

Old Mr. Wilson's practiced smile stiffened slightly before quickly returning to normal as he invited Zachary to take a seat.

Zachary sat at the first position on the right, with Vivian sitting beside him.

With just a clap of his hands, Old Mr. Wilson summoned servants who walked slowly from the kitchen carrying dishes that delighted all the senses.

Seeing this, Vivian leaned closer to Zachary and whispered, "Grandfather knew you were coming and specially instructed the chef to prepare your favourite dishes."

Their every move was taking place under Old Mr. Wilson's watchful eye.

The three of them were like skilled actors, constantly staying in character.

When she saw that Zachary showed no reaction, Vivian bit her lip and instinctively glanced toward Old Mr. Wilson.

What should she do?

Old Mr. Wilson gave her a forced smile and said directly, "Vivian, you're always claiming to be busy. I can never get you to visit, no matter how much I ask. If it weren't for Zachary, you'd probably have forgotten about this old man entirely."

Vivian played along, responding in a soft, coquettish voice, "Grandfather, I really am busy. It's not that I deliberately avoid visiting you."

"Your mouth is your only talent," Old Mr. Wilson shook his head, acting as if he knew her inside out.

"Enough." Old Mr. Wilson's face hardened, his tone filled with irrefutable authority. "You'll do exactly as I say. The future of the Wilson Group cannot afford any mistakes."

Soon after, a bodyguard in black entered carrying a briefcase.

Inside were two syringes filled with a light blue liquid that gleamed coldly.

Vivian looked up at Old Mr. Wilson with alarm, "Grandfather, what is this?"

Old Mr. Wilson explained, "Don't worry. It only stimulates a surge in adrenaline and creates some pleasant hallucinations. The duration depends on individual physiology but won't exceed five hours. It causes no harm to the body during that time."

Without Old Mr. Wilson needing to explain further, Vivian already understood what she needed to do.

Coming back to the present moment, Vivian's hesitant heart finally made up its mind.