Todos los capítulos de Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Capítulo 1381 - Capítulo 1390

He slammed the glass down next to Leon. It exploded into shards that sprayed everywhere, stinging like needles.“Do it.”The bodyguards piled on. Their punches and kicks were merciless, fueled by a father’s fury and by Leon’s disgusting, brazen excuses.But no matter how brutal the beating got, a faint, mocking smirk remained on Leon’s face."You’d risk an international incident for this? You know I'm a citizen of Country H, don't you?" Leon shouted over the noise.Mr. Larson let out a cold, sharp laugh. "I’m standing here ready to kill you, and you’re asking if I’m scared? I can’t tell if you’re actually that stupid or just putting on an act."Leon’s brow furrowed. "You’d really throw away the diplomacy between our countries for a personal grudge?"Mr. Larson shook his head. "If protecting my interests means letting an absolute monster like you walk free, I’d rather we both go down in flames together.""Go down in flames? Heh. I think you’re about to get a call from the embass

Hearing her words, Mr. Larson finally stopped. He looked at Scarlett, her face drenched in tears, her eyes wide with a bone-deep terror that mirrored his own.He caught his reflection in the polished surface of the dagger and froze. A sudden realization seemed to wash over him.Beneath him, Leon’s pants were soaked—the coward had literally been scared into losing control of his bladder."Dad," Scarlett continued, her voice trembling. "Did you forget what Mom told you before she passed away? You promised her!"That sentence pulled Mr. Larson back from the edge. He looked at Scarlett’s face—so much like his late wife’s—and his hand began to shake, the heavy dagger rattling in his grip. How could he forget? He had promised his wife he would live to see their daughter find happiness.Seeing his resolve crumble, Scarlett reached out and gently lowered the knife."Dad, people like him have nothing but contempt for the law," she spat, throwing a look of pure loathing at Leon. "I want to

The atmosphere was calm but undeniably romantic. And Frevo was members-only. You couldn’t just walk in because you had money.It signaled status. It also happened to be the perfect date spot. Which made it the go-to choice for rich people who liked to put on a show.Lucy stepped out of her car with practiced elegance. A server immediately came over to greet her.She handed over her clutch and car keys. “Mr. Paterson should have a reservation under his name.”The server smiled politely, voice warm in that professional way. “Yes, Miss Chancer. Mr. Paterson called ahead and gave us instructions before you arrived.”Lucy lifted her chin slightly. “He’s not here yet?”“He’s already arrived,” the server said, gesturing with his right hand. “He’s waiting for you in the private room. This way, please.”Lucy loved this kind of special treatment. She gave a cool nod and walked ahead, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.The server followed at her side, guiding her carefully

She knew exactly what this was.A trap. A formal invitation to a slaughterhouse.And they weren’t even trying to hide it. No excuses, no fake friendliness. Just a blunt hook thrown straight at the one thing she couldn’t let go of.It was the question that had turned into an obsession, the one knot in her chest she couldn’t untie no matter how hard she tried.Sarah didn’t know what Old Mr. Wilson had to do with her father. Maybe there really was history between the older generation that she’d never understood. Or maybe Old Mr. Wilson had heard something from somewhere.But if they were willing to bring up her dad, then they had to know something.Even if it was only part of the truth.The question was… did she really dare walk into something this obvious?The Wilson old estate had once been taken by the bank, used as collateral, then auctioned off. After Old Mr. Wilson woke up from his coma and sold off his antiques, he managed to buy the villa back.And now, in that living roo

Sarah’s gaze was icy. "So you've admitted it. You're one of THEM.”"Whose side I'm on doesn't matter," Olivia snapped, her voice trembling with malice. "What matters is that you die today.""Is the truth so dangerous that so many lives mean nothing to you?" Sarah’s voice shook, a mixture of horror and disbelief.Olivia toyed with the tip of her dagger. "Always so eloquent, Sarah. You really have a way with words. It’s a shame that after today, that mouth of yours will never open again."Sarah let out a cold, hollow laugh. "Olivia, you said it yourself—too many people have died to keep this secret. Once I'm dead, do you really think they’ll let you live?"Olivia faltered, her hand freezing for a split second. She looked at Sarah with a conflicted expression. She had to admit, this woman always managed to find a crack in the armor, even in the most desperate situations.If this had been before the downfall of the Wilson family, Olivia might have been swayed. But too many days had p