Semua Bab Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Bab 1251 - Bab 1260

Charlotte slowly lifted a white porcelain urn from her handbag, her smile stretching into something cruel.“This what you’ve been looking for?”For the first time today, she felt completely in control.As expected, Sarah’s hand—originally lifting her phone to call security—froze midair.Sarah’s expression went ice-cold. Her eyes narrowed. “So it was you. Give it back. Now.”That urn held her father’s ashes.Charlotte had no right to even touch it.Charlotte shook it smugly. “That’s what you get for always provoking me. You left me no choice. Your father’s ashes are in my hand. So you’re going to release my dad.”She raised the urn higher, pride dripping from every word.Sarah’s pupils tightened. A dangerous chill flickered through her eyes.“Charlotte Garnett,” she said, voice like winter steel, “do you have any idea what you’re doing?”Charlotte waved the urn again, emboldened. “You’d better watch your tone. This thing is fragile. One slip, and it’s gone.”Her bravado grew.

The moment she walked toward the grave with the urn in her arms, the light dimmed.The sun slipped behind a wall of heavy clouds, and thunder grumbled across the sky.Sarah moved like a ghost, hollow-eyed and unsteady, until she reached her father’s headstone.The marble was cold beneath her fingertips.In the photo, he still looked sharp and commanding—broad-shouldered, stern, powerful. A man who once dominated boardrooms now reduced to a framed picture sealed to a slab of stone.Her throat tightened.A man like him wouldn’t rest easy while his killer walked free.Zachary’s men reopened the grave. The coffin inside was still empty.Sarah placed the photo of her parents inside, a simple frame holding one of the few peaceful memories she had left of them.She stared at the picture as rain began to fall, a single droplet hitting the crown of her head before the drizzle thickened. Her hair dampened almost instantly, strands clinging to her cheeks.Without a word, she set the urn

“Rip the contract?” Leon’s voice dropped several tones, icy and contemptuous. “Do you really think you can?”He never worried about threats like this. But Charlotte wasn’t backing down either.Her voice turned cold. “I know the Spencer Group isn’t easy to deal with, and I know your influence in H-country runs deep. But don’t forget one thing. This agreement is still in my hands. You and I are partners. Helping me deal with this situation is part of that partnership, isn’t it? And think carefully. With the way Sarah sees you right now, what other leverage do you have besides this contract?”“You’re threatening me?” Leon let out a low laugh. “The Garnett family means nothing to me. You’re about as significant as trash.”Rage flashed across Charlotte’s face. She knew he didn’t value their company, but hearing it aloud still stung. She took a breath and steadied herself.“This isn’t a threat,” she said seriously. “East Coast belongs to Zachary Reynolds. If you think you can get close

But two days earlier, a young cleaning staff had accidentally shattered one of Leon’s favorite vases. Shortly after, Julian took the girl down to the basement.Mandy vaguely heard a few faint, broken screams. When she saw the girl again, both of her hands were broken. She had been dumped outside the front gate like trash.That night, Mandy had nightmares nonstop. In every one of them, hands were being snapped apart.Leon’s moods were wildly unpredictable. Sometimes, just a single look or a small movement from her was enough to send him into a rage, as if he wanted to tear her apart on the spot.She was terrified. Maybe she would be next.“Don’t smile,” Leon said coldly. “She never smiles at me like that.”Mandy immediately wiped the smile from her face. She forced herself to recall everything Zachary had taught her. Sarah’s expressions, movements, tone, and mannerisms. She had practiced all of them.An hour passed.When Julian finally returned, Leon broke into a smile.“Did yo

The makeup artists had arrived early, setting up their tools in each celebrity’s room.By late morning, there was still no news of Mindy having landed.At noon sharp, a server knocked to remind them that lunch was being served.Right on cue, Sarah’s stomach growled. Zachary smiled knowingly and immediately took her downstairs for lunch.The hotel was serving French cuisine. Tomato and thyme cod. Burgundy escargot. Seared scallops with foie gras.The moment Sarah saw the dishes, her hunger became impossible to ignore. She picked up her utensils and started eating, completely unfazed by the frenzied fans crowding outside the windows, craning their necks to look inside.“The scallops are decent,” Sarah commented as she ate. “Almost as good as St. Ritz’s. But the cod isn’t fresh enough.”Zachary laughed.“Good thing you didn’t say it was on par with Steven’s cooking. Otherwise, he’d drop everything in East Coast and rush here to pick a fight with the hotel chef.”He cut off a piece