Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 742

These words pierced Vivian's heart like a knife. She couldn't understand why Zachary, knowing secrets that could turn East Coast upside down, would willingly use that leverage to protect Sarah.

Her grandfather suddenly struck his cane against the marble floor. "Daydreaming?"

Vivian snapped back to reality. "I'm sorry, Grandpa. My mind wandered."

"Tell me what you were thinking." His voice grew colder, his gaze seeming to see right through her.

She certainly didn't dare mention the West Ridge incident. Compared to her broken engagement, that matter was truly untouchable for her grandfather.

"I was just thinking that Reynolds Group has been opposing us repeatedly. Zachary probably wanted to cancel our engagement all along, and this incident gave him the perfect excuse," Vivian sighed.

Her grandfather snorted. "You have the nerve to say that? You handed him this excuse on a silver platter."

"I made a mistake, but we have no other options now."

Her grandfather didn't know about Zachary's declaration of war, but she understood the situation all too clearly.

She had no way to change Zachary's mind and could only fight with everything she had to protect herself and Wilson Group.

In the Reynolds family room.

When Zachary entered, he saw his grandfather sitting at one side, taking a small sip from his cup.

After a long moment, his grandfather finally seemed to notice him. "Sit down."

"Grandfather, you didn't call me home just to drink tea, did you?" Zachary knew his grandfather well.

William didn't answer directly. Instead, he pushed another cup toward Zachary. “Have a sip.”

His grandfather's stern expression suddenly melted into a light smile. "Comparing the Wilson family to a vicious dog isn't a very wise analogy."

Mr. Wilson's craftiness was legendary. Few of the old patriarchs in East Coast were still alive, and those who survived had real abilities.

Vivian was a woman of great determination and vision who would use any means to achieve her goals. Her only weakness was being too emotional.

"Grandpa, you don't seem angry at all." Zachary respectfully refilled his grandfather's teacup.

William suddenly pulled something from beside him. A glass bottle hit the stone table with a dull thud—the label of the grain liquor boldly displayed before Zachary's eyes.

"Vivian brought this over this afternoon, under her grandfather's instructions."

A cold glint flashed in Zachary's eyes. He certainly knew what the liquor symbolized and understood why his grandfather was showing it to him now.