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

Chapter 483

"Oh, don't get me wrong," the woman sneered. "I just wanted to see what kind of thick-skinned person would still dare to show up here. You caused the death of a student, you're literally her murderer. What, did you come here hoping to win back Mr. Reynolds?"

She clicked her tongue twice in mock pity. "Such a shame. You should take a good look. Mr. Reynolds isn't into women like you. Open your eyes and see who's standing beside him. That's the perfect woman, his childhood sweetheart, the one he truly loves. You're delusional if you think you have a chance. A murderer like you will always be despised. If I were you, I'd leave now before making a fool of myself."

"Exactly! You should just get out of here before you make yourself sick watching Miss Wilson and Mr. Reynolds together."

Sarah set her wine glass down with a soft thud, the sound heavy against the table.

"That's why you're not me."

Her gaze turned icy as she looked at the woman.

"Judging from your tone, I can already guess what kind of person you are cold, arrogant, sharp-tongued, and overconfident. But deep down, you fear those stronger than you. So tell me, who sent you to bark in my face? The Sanders family might not be as powerful as the Reynolds, but that doesn't mean people like you can toy with me. If I were you, I'd bow my head and leave now. Because if I find out which family you belong to... who knows what kind of trouble might come your way?"

"You-!" The woman raised a trembling finger at Sarah, her face flushing with anger.

an instant, she lowered

someone to

only come on Vivian Wilson's orders, but she knew very well that if

aren't us. An ant can't shake a tree, and an egg can't break a stone. This is just a warning... so you don't fall

left,

coming to this gala—she just hadn't expected it to come this

long before the brief moment of peace was

a nauseating smirk

over her

didn't expect this... First, you were married to James, then you dated Zachary. And

the wine in her

end, you still can't keep a

The men you loved all ended up choosing

it, why not just be my

down beside her, leaning in far too close. His hand moved