All Chapters of Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Chapter 1091 - Chapter 1100

"That’s incredible. Usually, people just bring something symbolic to these charity galas, not treasures like that. Isn’t she stealing the spotlight from everyone else?""You can’t blame her. A very important guest is coming tonight. Miss Sanders clearly wants to impress him. You didn’t hear?""Who are you talking about?"Leon was about to keep listening, but the two suddenly stopped talking. A stir rippled through the crowd behind him. He turned and saw Zachary.Leon narrowed his eyes. Even from a distance, that woman’s graceful figure drew his gaze and refused to let go. Just like at Vivian’s birthday party that was the night she’d entered his world with that bold, unforgettable presence.She was wearing another mermaid gown, just like back then. The hem shimmered with intricate beading that caught the light with every step.Her posture, her smile… familiar yet strange. It was like being pulled straight back to that dazzling night.He started walking toward them. Around the roo

Before anyone else noticed, the host spotted it first. “Bid number 03, three hundred million!”A wave of shocked gasps spread across the room. Very few people knew who the mysterious “guest of honor” was. Most had assumed the antique jewellery box from the Sanders family was meant to catch his attention. No one expected his bid to be for Zachary’s painting.Zachary’s lips curved slightly. Under Leon’s sharp, warning stare, he casually brushed a strand of hair from Sarah’s shoulder.No one dared to bid after the “guest of honor” had raised his paddle. Zachary stopped as well.“The next item,” the host announced, “is an antique jewellery box.”An usher carried the antique jewelry box onto the stage. The camera zoomed in, filling the big screen with its image—a box made of polished goldenwood, its surface inlaid with tiny gemstones that caught the light like stars. The filigree edges and delicate carvings shimmered under the spotlights, giving it an almost royal elegance.It was a f

“What are you doing?” Leon asked, his brows furrowing tightly.Sarah flinched and looked at him, tense and guilty. “Nothing.”He didn’t buy it. In two quick strides, he reached her and yanked the towel away. A butterfly mark on her shoulder had smeared onto the fabric, stained with a trace of red.Leon’s face darkened. He tossed the towel into the sink. “What is this?”Sarah said nothing. Clutching her shoulder, she brushed past him and hurried out of the bathroom. “It’s none of your business!”If what happened in M City had only made him suspicious, what he’d seen in the old apartment building now convinced him this really was Sarah. But the red-stained butterfly mark complicated everything.Until he was absolutely certain, he didn’t want to push her too far.When he stepped out, Sarah was sitting on the sofa, her expression blank as she stared at the news on TV.Leon turned back to his study. There was only one person who could give him an answer.He dialed a number. After a

“If I could tell, I wouldn’t be here,” Leon said, resting his chin on his hand.Vivian gave a faint, bitter smile. “So you came all this way just to ask me that? Don’t forget about the acquisition. I still need your help. I want Zachary to regret what he did—completely.”Leon’s expression darkened. His gaze swept over the mess on the floor, empty wine bottles scattered around the sofa. “You’ve turned into someone I don’t even recognize. What happened to you? How did you end up like this?”Her hair was a tangled mess, her eyes sunken, her whole face pale and lifeless.Vivian suddenly lost control. “It’s all because of Sarah!” she shouted.Leon frowned. “Her? What did she do?”“Because of her, Zachary cut me off. I’ll never forgive that woman.” Vivian’s voice trembled with anger, her hands shaking.In a sudden outburst, she stepped closer to Leon and yanked open her blouse. Her chest was covered in bruises and bite marks, raw and red, some half-healed, others still inflamed. It lo

Charlotte laughed through her tears and, furious, swept her coffee cup off the table. It hit the floor with a loud crash and shattered, which finally made the man at the door stop.James turned, his face colder than before.Only when she made him angry did she get a moment of his attention.Charlotte’s grief tasted like bile. She forced the words out. “You don’t go. I’ll leave.”Under his indifferent stare, she wiped her face and fled the study. Even though she’d steeled herself, she lingered at the doorway for a long time, secretly hoping he would follow. Of course he didn’t. The outcome was always the same.James looked at the mess on the floor, pinched the bridge of his nose, and called someone to come clean up. Then he sat back down and opened a file. A photo filled the center of the screen. The woman in it smiled with the same graceful ease he remembered.Just like Charlotte had said, he couldn’t help himself. Sarah was an addiction he couldn’t kick, and maybe he didn’t