Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 713

At the front desk, Sarah watched seven or eight people standing in line, all holding identical discount vouchers. This was likely a company team-building activity.

She listened to their chatty discussions, which included some crude language as they made no effort to hide their rough backgrounds.

"This place is so luxurious! The company really splurged to send us somewhere this fancy. I've never stayed in such a nice hotel in my life."

"Me neither, but let's not forget why we're actually here and pretend we're just on vacation!"

"Oh, come on, who's going to forget?"

Sarah's ears perked up. These people's conversation seemed suspicious, almost as if they wanted others to notice them.

After about fifteen minutes, when everyone ahead had finally checked in, Sarah presented her VIP custom invitation and completed her member registration. She lay on the spacious bed in a room with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered views of the beach and ocean.

It was noon, and sunlight spilled onto the floor, creating a warm atmosphere that made her want to lie down and soak up the rays.

Glancing outside, she saw those same women from earlier walking on the sand. Though it was late autumn, the strong sun had heated the beach to a scorching temperature.

She immediately called the front desk, and they promptly sent up her meal service.

For the past two days, Sarah had been distracted. She hadn't visited the emotion release room, trusting her staff there.

Yet she couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to happen.

She normally worked at the university and only came to the resort island during breaks. These two days were a good opportunity to experience firsthand what still needed improvement.

As expected, the wine supplier's manager wouldn't take the call, sending a subordinate to deal with him instead.

Hearing the shameless words from the other end, the assistant resisted the urge to hang up and said patiently, "Look, if you just relay one message to your manager, I promise not to bother you again."

On the other end, the worker looked back at his manager, who shook his head and made an understanding gesture with a smile. The worker cleared his throat and replied, "I'm sorry, but our manager is too busy to even listen to one message."

The assistant clenched his teeth and couldn't hold back any longer. He snorted coldly, "Fortunes change. The Wilson Group won't always be on a downward slope. Whether to meet or not is your decision."

With that, he angrily pressed the end call button.

The vineyard worker, hearing the busy tone, was momentarily stunned. When he came to his senses, he rolled up his sleeve and mocked the phone screen, "Who are you trying to scare? Anyone can talk big. If you're so capable, stop begging for our help!"