Semua Bab Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Bab 961 - Bab 970

At Reynolds CorporationZachary signed his name at the bottom of a document.It was a land transfer agreement.The man who had delivered it looked unremarkable—so plain he could vanish in a crowd. Yet Zachary knew he had seen this man before. At the celebration party on Pine Mist Island.He was one of Leon’s men. Julian Spencer.“All done,” Zachary said coldly. “Where is Steven?”Julian smiled, satisfied, and picked up the signed agreement.“Mr. Reynolds, as soon as I leave this building, he’ll be waiting for you downstairs.”Without further words, Julian turned and left.“You can head down now too,” he added.Zachary went straight to the lobby.A van screeched to a halt outside the revolving doors. The side door slid open.A body was shoved out.He was covered in blood, his face barely recognizable through the injuries.Zachary froze for a split second, then rushed forward.“Steven?!”He had mentally prepared himself for the worst, but nothing could’ve prepared him for

Steven's dry lips moved slightly—just enough for a crack to split open, blood blooming red against the pale skin. His lips parted.“She’s waiting for me.”He exhaled shakily and looked up at Sarah with pleading eyes. “Please… let me go in. Let me see her.”Sarah hesitated. Her expression was pained, but in the end, she nodded.She, too, wanted to know—was Scarlett truly waiting for Steven?Steven slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside. Zachary and Sarah didn’t follow—they stood silently outside, watching from the hallway.Through the narrow gap in the door, Sarah observed the room closely. She was prepared to rush in at the first sign Scarlett was triggered.But Steven didn’t notice her vigilance.His eyes were filled with only one person—Scarlett.Every step sent shocks of pain up his body, but he pushed through, each movement deliberate and cautious. He let out a low groan, but Scarlett didn’t react.He knelt in front of her, the pain almost unbearable.“Scarlett,”

The other board members exchanged glances before finally speaking up in agreement with Leon’s final suggestion.Back in her office, Vivian was still fuming. She flung the proposal she had spent days working on straight into the trash and snapped, “Bunch of stubborn old fossils.”Leon watched her for a moment, frowning thoughtfully. “Something’s off. I expected resistance, sure—but that was beyond predictable opposition. It felt coordinated.”Vivian rubbed her temples and sank into the sofa, exhausted. “I’ll have someone look into it discreetly. But what do we do now? We can’t keep locking horns like this forever.”Leon leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, a glint of sarcasm in his eyes. “You’re usually full of ideas. If you’d put half the ruthlessness into this as you did with Scarlett and Sarah, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”Vivian’s face instantly turned cold, the anger building behind her tightly pressed lips. But she swallowed it down, remembering how desperate

She had paid the butler, Mr. Ford, more than enough—enough to cover all the staff’s wages. Whatever was left, the Wilson family more than deserved in return for his service.“Miss?” the housekeeper called out, seeing Vivian standing there in a daze, eyes wide open. She waved a hand in front of her anxiously. “Are you alright?”Vivian finally snapped out of it. She closed her eyes briefly, then let out a long breath and asked calmly, “How much are you owed in back wages?”The housekeeper’s eyes lit up. She quickly pulled a wrinkled note from her handbag. “Miss, here—this is the list of expenses from the past month. It’s not much different from what I’m owed in wages. If you could reimburse this, that’ll be enough.”Vivian took the note, but her brows furrowed. “Why are the expenses so high? According to this, you were only in charge of the garden. How could it cost this much?”Afraid she wouldn’t get paid, the housekeeper rushed to explain, “Miss, since you haven’t been managing th

“Alright. You get some rest too.”After saying goodnight, the two of them went back to their rooms.Inside Scarlett’s room, her eyes flew open. She stared around in terror, the thumping beat of music echoing in her head—so loud it was almost deafening. Mixed into the rhythm were voices. Male voices.“No crying. Shut up and take it.”“Quiet! You hear me? We’re treating you nice—what are you crying for?”“Still thinking about that boyfriend of yours, huh? That romantic crap again? Forget him. Why don’t you focus on making us happy first?”“How many times do I have to tell you to shut up?!”The taunts, the sickening breathing, and that hand—clamping down over her mouth so she couldn’t make a sound.Neon lights flashing in every color, strangers walking back and forth right outside the door. Not one of them stopped. Not one tried to help her.The voices hadn’t stopped echoing in her head for days now. They were there even when she slept—mixed with the blaring music and shouting.