All Chapters of Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Chapter 901 - Chapter 910

She stomped her foot in frustration and went on. “Then Lucas’s agency came up with this ‘brilliant’ idea. They rushed us into filming a variety show—something about dating ordinary people. That’s how the whole mess started.”Sarah finally understood. So Mia didn’t even like Lucas that way.“I heard from your brother that you’re seriously thinking about joining the entertainment industry?”Mia shook her head like a rattle. “No way. I’m done. There are too many cameras, too many people watching. I just can’t do it. And it’s exhausting! Sarah, I only filmed one episode, and I’m already over it. But I still have to shoot this afternoon. Being a celebrity is brutal.”“How many more episodes do you have to do?” Sarah asked, handing her a bottle of yogurt.Mia popped the lid and took a huge gulp. “Probably a few more. Originally, the agency wanted me and Lucas to film the whole season. No way! Luckily, Lucas put his foot down, and they agreed to just four episodes. After that, they’ll ro

“You…” Holden hesitated, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words.Vivian didn’t press. She just looked at him quietly, waiting.“I’ve heard the rumors,” Holden said finally. “But I don’t believe them. Vivian, I came back for one simple reason—if you’re in trouble, maybe I can help.”Vivian could guess why he had returned. He probably came back just for her.But before she could respond, the office door swung open.The moment her eyes met the cold, emotionless gaze at the door, a chill crept down her spine.Leon was standing there. When had he arrived? No one had even informed her.He glanced at her, his eyes sharp and distant.Then he spoke coolly, “Come here.”Vivian instinctively took a step toward him, but Holden grabbed her arm.“Excuse me,” Holden said, calm but firm. “Whatever this is, I believe I was here first. Vivian and I aren’t finished talking. Maybe you should give us a moment.”Leon chuckled. But the smile never reached his eyes.“Mr.

Vivian furiously squeezed a large dollop of body wash into her palm and scrubbed at her neck with all her strength—right where the marks were most obvious.Using a mirror in one hand, she rubbed until her skin turned red and raw, until the swelling covered the traces that disgusted her. She kept going, as if scouring the skin clean could somehow make her whole again.Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open.Startled, Vivian turned around warily.Leon stepped inside, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He didn’t even try to look away. His gaze fell directly on her bare back, the rest of her submerged in the foamy bathwater.“First thing in the morning and you’re already taking a bath?” he asked casually.Vivian swallowed her discomfort and forced a smile. “I got really sweaty last night. Figured I’d freshen up.”Leon sat down on the edge of the tub. The water and bubbles concealed her body, but her reddened back and neck remained exposed.He reached out and lightly touched her swo

’Sara’ hadn’t shown herself to Leon in a while. She knew her place. If she wasn’t summoned, she acted like she didn’t exist.Standing respectfully to the side, Julian Spencer gave his update on recent matters.But when he reached the topic of the Wilson family, he hesitated.“Speak,” Leon said.“Sir, we’ve been quietly covering the Wilson Corporation’s financial losses these past few days. That might hold for a month or two, but after that…” Julian’s tone grew more serious. “You know the situation better than I do. The company’s taken a major hit. When a business is burdened by a fatal scandal, bankruptcy isn’t far off.”Leon knew he was right. But this was the deal he had made with Vivian.“I’ll think about it,” he replied calmly.—Vivian parked near Sarah’s apartment complex. She didn’t know what Sarah was wearing today or which building she lived in, but her eyes quickly landed on a Cayenne parked out front.It was Zachary’s car.Swallowing hard, she sat and watched as Sa

He turned and headed downstairs. “I need to use the kitchen.”“Of course,” Mrs. William replied.Two hours later, Sarah finally woke up.Mrs. William walked in, carrying a bowl of soup. “This is mushroom soup. Try it—it’s been simmering for two hours.”Sarah took a sip.“Well? Isn’t it delicious?” Mrs. William asked with a proud smile.Sarah gave her a puzzled look. “Didn’t you make this?”Mrs. William gave her a meaningful glance. “No. Mr. Reynolds did.”Sarah froze in surprise. “He was here?”Mrs. William nodded. “He heard you had stomach pain and went straight into the kitchen. He stayed for an hour, then got called away by a phone call.”Sarah stirred the soup in silence, a strange warmth rising in her chest.This wasn’t the first time he had made this for her when she wasn’t feeling well. Back then, she used to take medicine, and every time, he’d follow it with a bowl of mushroom soup.Something in her heart began to shift, like the first crack in a long-frozen lake.