Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 715

The scenery here had a unique charm. The entire villa complex was surrounded by lush greenery that blended naturally with the surroundings. The designer's bold vision was enough to make anyone feel a sense of wonder.

The driver turned off the engine and said dutifully through the rearview mirror, "Miss, we've arrived. Would you like to get out?"

Vivian stared silently at these homes that even a fortune couldn't buy, then nodded.

The driver got out and opened the rear door for her.

Stepping onto the ground in her high heels, Vivian noticed the uneven cobblestones covering the entrance to the villa and immediately thought the designer must have been out of their mind.

She tried taking a few steps and nearly twisted her ankle.

With no choice left, Vivian had to take off her shoes and carry them, continuing forward carefully.

She couldn't help wondering if she had made a mistake. How could Zachary possibly live in such an odd place?

However, halfway there, she saw a black Range Rover slowly driving out from a side gate that had just opened.

The license plate had numbers she knew all too well, as Zachary had purchased exclusive rights to them.

Vivian's eyes lit up. Without thinking, she ran forward and stood in the middle of the road.

Zachary slammed on the brakes, looking at Vivian standing with her arms spread out like a praying mantis trying to stop a car. He rubbed his temples and calmly got out.

"How did you know I was staying here recently?" Zachary immediately focused on the key issue.

Vivian rushed forward, trying to grab his arm but was brushed off. She asked desperately, "Zachary, why are you treating me like this?"

Very few people could influence the wine supplier, which was the Sadberry family—the largest wine distributor.

Those rare foreign vineyards only worked with the Sadberry family. She had attended wine tastings hosted by the Sadberry family and knew that even old Mr. Sadberry wouldn't do favors for Zachary.

She still felt this matter was connected to Zachary, but there was no evidence. And Zachary was a man who took responsibility for his actions. If he said it wasn't him, then it definitely wasn't.

Vivian didn't press further on this issue. Having not seen Zachary for a long time, her first reaction upon seeing him was still deep longing.

She reached out to touch him, but he avoided her. This gesture hurt Vivian.

"Zachary, can you please not treat me this way? You know how much I care about you. Whenever you look at me with that expression, my heart aches. I'm your fiancée—why can't you just look at me, be closer to me?" she said with tears in her eyes.

Ordinary people, faced with such a delicate face glistening with tears, would feel sorry and hesitate to speak harshly. Zachary, however, merely glanced at her before looking away coldly. "Vivian, I see you've already forgotten what happened last time. The drug you put in my drink—you're not going to mention that at all?"