All Chapters of Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Chapter 1071 - Chapter 1080

The other person in the office appeared to be a general manager from some company. When he saw the commotion, he instinctively started to get up to help Vivian. After all, it was a good chance to play the hero in front of a pretty woman.But the moment he heard the name Vivian blurted out, he hesitated. He knew that name. Mia was part of the Reynold family.And in the East Coast, the Reynold family wasn’t someone you messed with—especially not Mia, the younger sister of Zachary. Everyone knew that.Vivian stood up and walked over, her expression tight. “Mia, what are you doing here?”Mia didn’t respond. She simply gave a cold glance over her shoulder and ordered, “Smash it.”In an instant, dozens of men stormed into the office. The room was already spacious, but with so many bodies packed in, it suddenly felt suffocating.“What’s the meaning of this?” Vivian narrowed her eyes.Still, Mia didn’t answer. She stood there silently, her gaze icy. The man Vivian had been meeting with

After the assistant left, Zachary called Mia several times, but she didn’t pick up. Each time, the line went unanswered.She wasn’t at home. She wasn’t at school. Even Lucas had no idea where she had gone.It wasn’t until Zachary watched the video again that he spotted someone in the background. It was Marcus.He dialed his number right away. This time, the call was picked up immediately.“Mr. Reynold? I can’t believe you’re calling me,” Marcus said, clearly caught off guard.“Cut the nonsense. Where’s Mia?” Zachary’s voice was cold.“I don’t know,” Marcus replied with a nervous laugh.“You went to Wilson Group, didn’t you?” Zachary asked.Marcus sounded even more anxious now. “Mr. Reynold, she told me to go. I couldn’t say no!”“Then tell me everything, word for word,” Zachary ordered.Marcus paused, then hurriedly explained the entire sequence of events. “After we left Wilson Group, she didn’t say much. Just told me she wanted to go to a place that made her feel safe. I off

The doctor had just finished speaking when the head of psychiatry added, “In all our centuries of study in the mental health field, we’ve identified similar cases. When we analyze them, we find most patients who remain in a coma have suffered major psychological trauma. In other words, they don’t want to wake up.”“Dr. Seth,” the psychiatrist continued, “our team has run a full set of exams on Mr. Reynold, both intracranial and peripheral nerve checks. We haven’t found any clear physiological abnormalities.”Dr. Seth and his translator spoke for a moment. Then the translator rendered Dr. Seth’s words verbatim: “After a preliminary exam yesterday, the doctors found no obvious nerve damage in Mr. Reynold. It looks like an acute cardiac event triggered by extreme emotional stress. There may be other factors involved. We need to wait for the full lab results before drawing firm conclusions.”Zachary nodded. He already understood the situation. Some test results would come back today; ot

“Let me go!” Vivian screamed at the top of her lungs.On the van’s hidden cameras, everything was captured in painfully sharp detail. Several men pinned her down. She screamed and struggled, her voice breaking into ragged sobs.Steven’s eyes burned red as he stared at the live feed. The van was large, its tinted glass aimed directly at Vivian’s face. To him it was as if he were reliving Scarlett’s nightmare, watching the woman who had orchestrated it now tasting the same terror.That cursed surveillance footage had been used to control him for months. Now the footage he was creating would control Vivian. This was his way of giving Scarlett a first step toward healing.An hour later the men filed out of the van. Steven opened the door and stepped inside, camera in hand. Vivian lay slumped across the seat, her clothes torn, hair disheveled, and lips streaked with blood.He raised the camera and took a few deliberate shots.Vivian’s cracked lips trembled as she stared at him with

Sanders Corp.“Mr. Sanders, Miss Sachs is here,” the assistant said as he pushed open Melvin’s office door.It took Melvin a moment to even recall who “Miss Sachs” was—Quincy Sachs, the girl his mother had introduced to him as a potential match last time he went home.His expression remained cool, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.Why is she here now?“Let her in,” he said after a beat.After all, he hadn’t forgotten how firmly she had said she wanted to help him rescue Sarah. Even if nothing else, she could be a decent ally.Quincy entered the room and placed a stainless steel thermos on his desk. Her cheeks were flushed.“Mel,” she said gently, “I made this soup myself. If you’re thirsty, please have some.”Melvin nodded. “Did you come just to bring me soup, or is there something else?”Quincy glanced behind her at the door, which was firmly closed. She still looked a little uneasy as she said, “Sarah asked me to deliver a message.”Melvin’s eyes darkened.He’d racke