Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 725

At Adams University, Zachary stood with an icy expression, his eyes radiating the coldest fury as he looked at Tracy. "What the hell are you doing?"

Though he only asked quietly, Tracy felt as if death itself had spoken.

In that moment, she involuntarily released her grip on Mia's clothes. Mia fell heavily to the ground, landing on her arm with a cry of pain.

Mia seemed almost deranged, only knowing how to scream without recognizing who had appeared.

Tracy finally gathered her courage, remembering Vivian's words. She stammered, "We, we were just... Mia was interfering where she shouldn't. We didn't target her on purpose."

Zachary walked over and pulled Mia to him, ignoring her struggling hands. These girls had truly told a massive lie. Everyone at Adams University knew Mia's status and position. For Tracy to act this way despite knowing who Mia was could only mean she was deliberately targeting her with someone powerful backing her up.

"I've memorized all your faces."

Zachary was barely containing his explosive anger, his face turning dark with rage.

He held Mia in his arms and took her to the campus medical office.

The school grounds were covered in small pebbles, and when Mia had fallen, her arm had scraped the ground.

Now her arm was covered with many small cuts, bleeding in a frightening way.

"This isn't a minor injury. It needs immediate treatment, or tetanus could set in, which would be quite unpleasant," the female doctor said.

The doctor came out with her supplies, unable to resist glancing at Zachary several times.

"Hold her steady. Don't let her move while I disinfect the wounds," she instructed Zachary.

Zachary quickly steadied Mia's arm. The doctor took out the disinfectant, and when she opened the cap, a strong smell of alcohol filled the room.

She poured some disinfectant into a small cup, placed a basin underneath, and began pouring it over Mia's arm.

Mia's scalp tingled as the disinfectant touched her wounds. It felt like thousands of needles stabbing her arm—both painful and cold.

There were still tiny bits of dirt in her wounds. The doctor took out tweezers to remove them.

Meanwhile, at the Wilson Group.

Without good wine, the resort hotel's wine-loving customers would surely cause trouble.

When that happened and word spread about the Wilson Group's poor service, their stocks would likely face a downturn.

Vivian sat in her office, biting her red lips as she steeled her resolve.

She absolutely wouldn't allow that situation to develop.

With this in mind, Vivian remembered an old classmate.

He should be able to help.

However, memories of past events were still vivid in her mind, and the scenario felt like a cliché.