Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 711

Vivian exhaled deeply and said anxiously, "Grandfather, what happened last time upset Zachary, and he won't see me now. But I'll handle it properly."

Old Mr. Wilson gave Vivian a meaningful look. "Good. I certainly trust your abilities."

After seeing Old Mr. Wilson into his car, Vivian returned to her office and made a mysterious phone call, giving some instructions.

After hanging up, her face broke into a satisfied smile, as if she was already enjoying the sweet taste of victory.

At the Sanders Group.

"Smack." Sarah hit Melvin hard on the head.

Melvin winced in pain. "Are you doing this on purpose? Taking personal revenge? I haven't even bothered you lately."

Sarah shrugged, looking innocent. "Didn't you say your right eyelid keeps twitching? The left means money coming, the right means trouble. I'm just using an old folk remedy to ward off the bad luck."

Melvin couldn't help rolling his eyes. "I don't know if the bad luck is gone, but I almost got a concussion from your 'remedy.'"

Sarah laughed and cleared her throat. "Stop joking around. The resort island is generating good revenue, and it's gotten positive reviews in the days since opening."

Melvin also became more serious. "Don't worry. This is one of our company's biggest projects right now. I'm monitoring it constantly and won't let any problems slip through."

Sarah nodded. "That's good."

"By the way, haven't you gone to explore other parts of the resort island?" Melvin suddenly asked.

Sarah replied, "No, I've been spending all my time in the emotion release room. When would I have time to play?"

That evening when she got home, she looked at Michael’s written statement and recording, which the lawyer had copied for her.

According to the lawyer, this evidence wasn't enough to send Vivian to prison. They would need Charlotte to testify in court to make it an open-and-shut case.

Sarah understood that Charlotte would absolutely never help her.

In St. Ritz private dining room, Zachary sat across from another man. Steven brought in two dishes.

"Mr. Reynolds, may I ask why you wanted to meet with me?" Melvin picked up the coffee cup in front of him and took a sip.

When he saw Zachary's email, he had been very confused about why this man would want to see him.

But no matter how reluctant he was, once he saw the name "Vivian Wilson” in the email, he couldn't ignore it.