Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 352

Mr. Luther clicked his tongue in mock disapproval, reaching out to grab Scarlett's chin, only for her to slap his hand away.

His sly, narrow eyes gleamed with amusement, and his voice carried an unsettling, slippery charm. "You've already said it, haven't you? It's all for Sarah. You worked so hard to bring her here. I thought you'd have the sense to walk away quietly, but you barged in instead."

"What did you do to her? Where is Sarah?" Scarlett demanded, her voice sharp with fury.

Mr. Luther's smirk vanished. His eyes darkened as he leaned in closer, his tone icy. "I suggest you pretend none of this ever happened. Turn around, walk out the door, and I'll make sure the feud between the Luther family and the Larson family disappears."

"You think I'd sacrifice Sarah just to save the Larson family?" Scarlett shot back, her voice trembling with rage. "Before I saw your disgusting true colors, I might've selfishly thought curing you could benefit my family. But now? You make me sick! Let Sarah go!"

"Miss Larson," Mr. Luther drawled, his sly grin returning, "I'm afraid you won't be seeing her anytime soon. After all, there are quite a few people keeping her company in that room."

Scarlett felt a chill run down her spine.

"Face it, Miss Larson. You brought her here yourself. We're tied together now, whether you

in her eyes. "Don't lump me in with you! Let Sarah

told you before-Sarah is here because of you. But

hand, he signaled

floor, Sarah was battling despair and exhaustion. Trapped in the locked bedroom with four men, she gripped the fruit knife tightly, slashing at anyone who dared come close. Her wild, desperate swings kept them at bay for a

her luck ran out when one man lunged forward and grabbed her wrist, wrenching the

cut me?" he snarled, his face twisted in anger. "You'll pay for this-I'll make sure

through her body, Sarah scrambled across the floor, her fingers searching frantically. Finally, she found

waning, but she refused to give up. In the locked room,

hold of the knife again, one of the men stepped forward, roughly seizing her wrist. His voice was filled with menace as he snarled, "You still

the villa, Scarlett was pacing anxiously near

sleek black sports car pulled up and screeched to a halt in front of her. Scarlett instinctively stepped back, but when the window rolled down, she saw Steven