Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 732

Tracy felt relieved when she realized her life hadn't changed much. Assuming Vivian had fixed things behind the scenes, she quickly reverted to her usual spoiled, entitled behavior.

With renewed confidence, she treated herself to a lavish shopping spree at the mall.

Meanwhile, White Group faced a serious crisis.

Robert White stared at the termination notices spread across his desk, sweat beading on his forehead as he wiped his face, unwilling to accept what was happening.

The worst part was that these companies could walk away from their contracts without paying a single penny in penalties.

Robert was naturally tight-fisted and always looked for ways to gain small advantages in his business dealings.

Whenever he drafted contracts, he cleverly worked in subtle unfair clauses that benefited his company.

These provisions were skillfully hidden, flying under everyone's radar.

Even when sharp-eyed partners spotted these loopholes, they rarely made a fuss. After all, Robert knew exactly how far he could push before crossing a line.

But as the saying goes, play with fire long enough and you'll eventually get burned.

Robert never expected his newest business partners would unite against him and threaten legal action.

It was textbook contract manipulation.

He frantically called each partner, practically begging them to resolve the matter privately.

Few businessmen are truly saints when it comes to money.

Robert was forced to pay an enormous settlement—equivalent to his company's entire annual profit.

Robert's outburst only fueled his anger. He yanked off his belt and marched toward her, his face contorted with fury, looking ready to explode.

The belt slapped against the marble floor with a crack that finally snapped Tracy back to reality, but too late for her to escape.

With a sharp snap, the belt struck her. Tracy screamed, tears springing to her eyes. "Dad! What are you doing? That hurts!"

The stinging pain brought tears streaming down her face.

Robert jabbed his finger at her. "I'll knock some sense into you, you useless girl! All you do is shop, party, and waste money. You don't try at school at all. Look at other girls your age—they all have something to show for themselves. But you? I must be cursed with the worst luck imaginable."

He raised the belt again. Tracy ran sobbing behind the sofa, no longer caring about her expensive new handbag that had fallen to the floor and was now being crushed under Robert's shoe.

Hearing the commotion, Patricia, the housekeeper, rushed into the room. Seeing what was happening, she gasped, "Oh my God!" and instinctively ran to shield Tracy behind her.