Semua Bab Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Bab 671 - Bab 680

“But I already gave you the evidence yesterday! If you go to East Coast now and never come back, what am I supposed to do?” Charlie asked anxiously.Of course, what he was really worried about wasn’t Sarah — what terrified him was the people behind that factory. If any of those people were still alive, and they found out he was the one who spilled the truth, there was no telling what they might do to him.“You’ve got risk it to get it,” Zachary said calmly. “I already told you I’d pay you. I’m not the type to go back on my word. Did you forget how I took you to the gambling and helped you win money? And you’re still worried I’ll cheat you?”“Zac, it’s not that I don’t trust you — you’re the one person I trust most in this world. It’s just that things are getting dangerous. If I can’t get the money soon and get out of here, I might be the next dead man,” Charlie said, his voice trembling.But just then, a cold female voice cut in.“Charlie, after everything you’ve done, where exact

Vivian immediately turned around and waved her hand. “Got it. You can leave now.”Once she heard the door close softly behind Donovan, she sat down at her desk, her face dark. She switched on the office surveillance system. Only after seeing Donovan’s figure disappear into the elevator did she shut it off.On her desk were the photos Donovan had brought back. One by one, she picked them up and flipped through them.Whoever had taken these pictures clearly knew what they were doing. Every shot was from a perfect angle, making it look like Zachary and Sarah were reluctant to part from each other.Vivian couldn’t hold it in any longer. With a furious cry, she tore the stack of photos in her hands right down the middle, her eyes burning red with anger.“Zachary…” she growled, her voice low and dangerous, like a wild animal with nowhere left to run. “You brought this on yourself!”Why West Ridge?Of all places, why did it have to be there?Vivian’s long, polished nails dug deep into

Mia spoke carefully, her voice soft. “Sarah, I’m sorry… I couldn’t stop them.”Sarah turned around. When she saw it was Mia, she smiled and gently tapped Mia’s nose with the back of her hand. “Silly girl, next time something like this happens, just stay far away, okay? The farther the better.”But Mia shook her head firmly and, for once, disagreed. “No way. They were trying to hurt you, Sarah. I had to protect you.”Sarah couldn’t help but pull her into a hug, blinking hard to push down the sting in her eyes.Mia, worried that Sarah might be upset, even started patting Sarah’s back gently, like comforting a little kid. “It’s okay, Sarah. I’m here.”Sarah finally couldn’t help but laugh. She gently pushed Mia away and said, “In that case, you can help me clean up this mess.”Mia clapped her hands happily, completely unbothered by the idea of cleaning.Looking at Mia’s innocent, bright smile, Sarah quietly made a promise to herself — no matter what it took, no matter w

Without looking back, Sarah turned and left, quickly packing up her things to head home.It had been quite a while since she last saw Melvin. She wondered if he’d been eating properly lately.Ever since he took over Sanders Group, that guy had been so busy he barely had time to sit down for a meal. If Sarah hadn’t lost her temper one day and yelled at him, he probably would’ve turned into some workaholic robot surviving on air.As she walked up to the door and was about to unlock it, the door swung open from the inside.“Oh, Marianne, you’re still here? I thought you’d gone home already,” Sarah greeted in surprise.Marianne wiped her hands on the apron tied around her waist and smiled. “The soup’s not ready yet, just needs a few more minutes. I was actually thinking about making that salad you like so much.”Sarah grinned. “Is someone else picking up Taylor today?” She knew Marianne usually left at six sharp to pick up her grandchild.Marianne headed back into the kitchen as s

Melvin's expression grew unusually serious, a rare sight for him. It was clear he was holding back his anger.“Sasa,” he said, his voice low, “I don’t think you should go this time either. Even if you want to go back… I’m afraid there are people who don’t want you to.”Sarah’s face paled slightly. “Melvin, are you talking about…” She didn’t finish the sentence — she didn’t want to say that person’s name in front of him.But how could Melvin not know who she meant? His face became even more stern.“Sasa, honestly, neither of us needs to say the name out loud — we both know exactly who we’re talking about. I’ve told you before, I’ll always protect you. No matter who tries to hurt you, I’ll stand by you.”His eyes were sharp. His voice was calm but full of strength.“And you’ve done nothing wrong,” Melvin continued. “Some people are just too greedy. That’s why they keep setting traps, again and again, willing to do anything to get what they want. But I’m not that kind of person. I’l