Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Kabanata 481 - Kabanata 490

Sarah’s arrival stirred a small wave of excitement throughout the banquet hall. "Oh my god, how does she still have the audacity to show up here? After everything that happened, she actually dares to come? Absolutely shameless!" "Exactly! That student jumped because of her! Even though people are trying to clear her name, who knows what really went on behind the scenes?" “Mr. Reynolds and Miss Wilson are practically engaged. Do you think she’s here just to cause trouble?" "Cause trouble? Please. What could she even do?" "I heard the Sanders are in trouble. They lost their wine suppliers, and she’s here to fight for a deal." As whispers and judgmental glances swept through the crowd, Sarah remained composed, unaffected by the scrutiny. Melvin, however, squared his shoulders, his cold gaze sweeping across those who dared to stare too long. He shielded her from much of the hostility, though he knew she didn’t care about their opinions. After a brief exchange, Melvi

"And what if I did? Your mouth was spewing filth, so I simply helped you wash it out. Now, kindly get lost." "You f**king—!” The man’s face contorted with rage as he raised his hand, ready to strike. His arm cut through the air with force, the sound of wind trailing behind it. It was so sudden that Sarah barely had time to react. Instinctively, she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for impact. But the expected pain never came. Instead, a sharp, agonized scream rang out. "Let me go! Who the hell are you?!" Sarah’s eyes snapped open. James had seized the man’s wrist mid-air, twisting it back with ruthless precision. The man’s arm bent unnaturally, like a twisted rope, his face contorted in pain. "And since when did the Fishers start running their mouths like this?" James said icily. "I’ll make sure to ask your father myself in a few days. "Now get lost!” The man, now realizing that James knew his father personally, instantly lost all his bravado and scram

Vivian sabotaged her from behind, while she had already found her next target. In this endless cycle, she could never escape the trap Vivian had set for her.When Sarah saw that Melvin was also making progress without any interference, she realized Vivian was targeting only her.She gave up looking for targets and sat quietly on the sofa.Sarah walked to the table, about to pick up a glass of wine when a voice suddenly appeared, "Don't drink that glass, it's been contaminated by the cork."She leaned in to smell it - indeed, there was a strong musty odor.She looked at the person who had been speaking, an elderly man in worn pants. "How could you tell?""I smelled it."She moved her hand to the glass next to it, and the same voice spoke again, "Don't drink that one either. The sulfur dioxide concentration is too high. These cunning merchants add preservatives excessively to the wine, not understanding what's actually good for health.""What about this one?" Sarah pointed to ano

"Me?" she chuckled. "So you're saying I'm your kindred spirit."Before they could finish their wine, Scarlett ran over, excitedly telling Sarah, "I just gave Steven a beating. If he wasn't so busy right now, I wouldn't let him off so easily!""Wait!" Scarlett suddenly sniffed the air. "This is... this is Second Flight! I can smell the Merlot and Cabernet Sauvignon, and that subtle plum aroma in the air."She turned sharply to Sarah. "Where's the wine?"Just the smell had her salivating - such wines were rare.Hearing her speak, the elderly gentleman had already decided to share the wine with her too."I must drink as much as I can now. Who knows when I'll encounter Second Flight again!"The elderly gentleman laughed at her words.While the three enjoyed their wine, music started playing in the hall.Even at a wine tasting, dancing couldn't be missed.As the three drank, all eyes turned to watch Zachary extend his hand to Vivian. "Miss Wilson, may I have this dance?"Vivian r

Looking around the hall, Sarah saw the tower of wine glasses and various wine bottles in the corner. Though there were many varieties and unique packaging, including expensive wines, no one would actually bring out a wine worth millions for tasting."Not impressed yet? The wines available in the market aren't truly precious collector's items. Real top-tier wines have long been stored away in cellars by connoisseurs. Recently, Sotheby's sold a Romanée-Conti for over three million. I was envious for a long time, but I found out too late." The elderly gentleman spoke regretfully, his pained expression genuine."Mr. Sadberry, that wine is at my home. Grandpa and Zachary drank half the bottle last time, with the other half still in our cellar. It's a 1945 vintage, with an exceptional aged taste. Why don't I invite you on grandpa’s behalf to finish the remaining half?" Vivian's clear, bright smile was naturally engaging.Sarah looked up. Vivian stood before the elderly gentleman, with Zac