บททั้งหมดของ Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: บทที่ 831 - บทที่ 840

Sarah was drifting in and out of consciousness, but she could still make out his words. “What… did you say?”“You don’t believe me?” Leon’s smile turned sly. “They’re at Springbar right now. Who knows what they’re talking about? Aren’t you curious?”Sarah lunged for her phone, but he held it high above her head.“Have you made up your mind, Miss Sanders?”She gritted her teeth and pinched her thigh again, hard. “Give it back! You’re not getting your way!”Leon’s expression darkened, his voice low and dangerous. “So you’d rather fight me than cooperate?”His patience had run out. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled her phone across the room, then grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the sofa in the back.“What are you doing?! Let go of me! Leon Spencer!” Sarah screamed.“Let go? You’ve got to be kidding me. Do you know how much effort it took to get you here? That drug wasn’t easy to get either.”He shoved her down onto the sofa. “Stop struggling already. Whatever Zachary ca

“I’ll let you know if I hear anything,” Zachary said to Dr. Lanson.“Alright. Call me if anything changes.” Dr. Lanson didn’t say more and left the apartment without delay.Back in the bedroom, Sarah lay unconscious on the bed. Though her eyes were shut tight, the furrow between her brows showed she was still uncomfortable.Zachary sat by her side, worried. He gently touched her forehead—still burning hot. He peeled open one of the fever-reducing patches Dr. Lanson had left behind and pressed it to her skin.—Meanwhile, Leon was fuming. He smashed several things in the cafeteria before paying the damages and storming off in his car.The moment he thought about what had happened, his anger surged again. He called Vivian and started venting before she could even speak. “Weren’t you supposed to keep him occupied? How the hell did he still find the café?”Vivian could already guess what had happened—Zachary had found them and taken Sarah away.“This time, don’t blame me,” she said

The heat was unbearable, like a fire trapped deep inside her with nowhere to go. It was driving her mad.Her vision blurred again as her gaze locked on Zachary. In that moment, he didn’t look like a person—he looked like prey. Her eyes lit up, wild and unfocused, like she might lose control at any second.With a surge of desperation, she pinched herself hard. The sharp pain hit instantly, but so did a maddening itch, spreading through her like something she couldn’t shake.Her mind started to slip. Then, without warning, she rolled over, threw off the covers, and launched herself at Zachary. “I’m burning up… please, help me.”Zachary jerked awake, startled. His eyes were bloodshot, and he quickly caught her wrists, trying to steady her before she fell.Sarah kept pushing herself against him, mumbling over and over, “It’s so hot…”He tore open a cooling patch. “Here. This will help.”But before he could stick it on, she grabbed his hand. “Zachary, I’m feeling so hot.”“Sarah, wh

Seeing Sarah like this, Leon finally dropped his suspicions. He figured maybe she’d been too out of it last night to remember clearly. Maybe she even thought it had all been some trick pulled by Zachary.That thought relaxed him.He looked at her with burning intensity and asked, “Sarah, what really happened last night? You can tell me—I’ll do everything I can to help.”Sarah shook her head, her expression firm. “No need, Mr. Spencer. I’ll handle it myself. But… how’s your psychological condition these days?”The sudden mention of his mental health caught him off guard. For a second, he froze—then a wave of satisfaction washed over him.They both knew the mental illness thing was fake. But the fact that Sarah brought it up herself? That had to mean she wanted to get closer to him.Still, something about last night kept nagging at him. He knew exactly how powerful that drug was. He’d used it in multiple countries—including the most guarded circles of country H—and it had never fai

The Wilson Estate.Mr. Wilson set the tablet down, his expression frozen in disbelief. For the past few days, he’d thought the Wilson family was finally on the rise again. But after reading that email… the whole thing just felt unreal.“Where’s Vivian?” he asked coldly.The butler replied, “Miss Vivian should be at the hotel right now handling some business.”“Call her. Tell her to come back immediately.”“Yes, sir.”—Less than thirty minutes later, Vivian walked through the front door, still trying to figure out what had happened—what could be so urgent that her grandfather needed her home right in the middle of everything?Before she could even say a word, a slap landed hard across her face.Her eyes flew wide in shock. Staring at her furious grandfather, her voice trembled. “Grandpa… why—why are you—?”“Why?” Mr. Wilson snapped, his voice sharp with fury. “You’ve got the nerve to ask me why? Do you even know how many things you’ve done behind my back? You buried the Westr