All Chapters of Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Chapter 951 - Chapter 960

Melvin stared at the phone in confusion. “It’s still connected, but no one’s saying anything?”Sarah nodded as she looked at the ongoing call on her screen. “What does that mean, Melvin?”“Location tracking,” he replied flatly.Outside Dusk Bar, two cars screeched to a stop. Sarah and Melvin jumped out and rushed inside.They walked right into a commotion.“Why can’t we go into Room 308? I just looked—there’s only one girl in there. Do you know who we are? Our boss wants that room. Kick the girl out, now!” a drunken thug shouted, slurring his words.Surrounded but calm, the bar manager tried to defuse the tension. “Sir, this is a business establishment. That room was paid for, and it’s our duty to protect our guest’s rights.”“She’s passed out, isn’t she? Just drag her out!”Sarah’s face darkened. She shoved her way through the group and turned to the manager. “Where is the girl? I know her.”The manager gave her a complicated look before leading them to the third floor.In f

Vivian’s voice grew colder with each word, and somehow that only made her warning more chilling.Lucian’s eyes lit up with curiosity. When he looked at her again, the hostility in his gaze had noticeably faded.For the first time, he addressed her seriously. “Miss Wilson, I have one more question. How can we release someone without leaving a trace?”Vivian raised her wine glass and downed the red wine in a single smooth motion. Her expression was calm, but her words were pointed.“If you have to ask me something that simple,” she said slowly, “then maybe you’re not fit to be working for Leon.”Lucian’s expression froze. He lowered his gaze and stepped back to stand quietly beside Leon.Vivian slammed her wine glass down on the table with a sharp thud. Her tone turned serious. “Alright. My job here is done. I’ll be heading back now. But a word of advice—don’t assume Steven will agree to your plan. You’re all forgetting he’s Zachary’s right-hand man. He’s been loyal to Zachary for

“Mr. Chancer, we’re not the only ones buying Wilson Corp shares,” the assistant said seriously. “Mr. Jefferson wants a three-party meeting. He’ll sell to whoever offers the highest price.”James gave a cold snort. “He’s an old fox, all right. Fine. Tell him I agree. Let him set the time and place.”At this point, Wilson Corp was already a dying beast. Some of the long-time shareholders were well aware of its condition. Even if it managed to survive, it would be extremely difficult to return to its former glory.---The Next Day, 3 PM – A Café on the OutskirtsMr. Jefferson had purposely chosen a location far from Wilson Corp’s headquarters to avoid running into anyone from the company.A luxury car pulled up to the café entrance. James stepped out, carrying a folder, and walked inside. Just as his assistant reached for the phone to announce their arrival, a café staff member approached them.“Are you Mr. Chancer?”“Yes,” James replied with a nod.The server immediately led him

Melvin gave a calm smile. “All I’m saying is, you never know how to cherish what you already have. If you really got back together with Sasa, and then suddenly remembered Charlotte and your child—are you going to get divorced again?”“I wouldn’t…”“Shh. Don’t give me that. When you divorced Sasa to marry Charlotte, did you think this day would come?” Melvin scoffed. There was nothing he despised more than men like James.James eventually lowered his head. “I’m sorry.”“You don’t owe me an apology,” Melvin said flatly. “The ones you should apologize to are the Sasa who was your wife, and the Charlotte who became one after. Figure out what you really want.”With that, Melvin stood and walked out of the café, leaving James slumped in his seat, massaging his temples, mentally drained. He sat there for a long time before heading home.---At the Chancer residence.“Charlotte, come with me to a dinner party later,” Mrs. Chancer said as she rocked her grandson in her arms, eyes still

“You can’t guarantee it—but that doesn’t mean we should let her go because of some hypothetical risk,” Mrs. Sanders said coldly.Charlotte was quiet for a moment, her mind flashing with images of James saying he wanted a divorce. She hesitated, then said, “I may have a plan. But I’ll need both of your full cooperation—and we’ll have to wait for the right moment.”“What plan?” Mrs. Chancer and Mrs. Sanders asked in unison.Charlotte gave a small smile, leaned in, and whispered her idea. When she looked up again, her gaze drifted toward the far end of the room.---An Hour LaterJames returned home. Charlotte was holding their child, her eyes lifting to him. Ever since the rooftop incident, the tension between them had been unbearable.James now made a point to come home earlier, but even when he did, it was just to glance at the child, then sit in silence, unsure of what to say. Charlotte, meanwhile, was still haunted by the memory of James once trying to divorce her for Sarah.