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

Chapter 498

Under the kaleidoscopic, flickering lights that cast a dim and hazy glow, restless souls surrendered themselves to the rhythm of the dance floor, swaying in wild abandon.

The music was deafening, drowning out any chance of conversation. Sarah noticed two people near the booths practically screaming at each other just to be heard.

In this space, men and women lost themselves, venting their frustrations and emotions in tangled movements. Here, they could strip away everything-doubts, pain, burdens-if only for a little while.

Ever since Steven had warned Scarlett against stepping foot in a bar after their two encounters, she had promised to stay away. But for the sake of her best friend? She would make an exception.

"Sasa, want to dance? I hear this place can numb you for a while. If you're feeling awful, why not let go for a bit?"

Sarah found a seat at the bar, idly ordering a glass of champagne. She took a sip before setting it back down.

After indulging in so many exquisite, high-end wines at last night's tasting event, her palate hadn't yet forgotten their rich complexity. There was no way she could stomach this now.

She sat there quietly. Before she had met James, she and Scarlett had often come to places like this, fearlessly embracing the reckless abandon of youth. Back then, nothing had ever gone wrong.

But now, not even the alcohol here could give her the temporary escape she craved.

something strong," she told the bartender.

with an infectious energy, laughing as she moved

on! Get

She wasn't

matters. She had planned to collaborate with the Sadberry family, only to find

phone rang. She answered impatiently, "What

"Where are you?"

"Mm, got it."

up, Vivian smiled, saved her files, shut down

Reynolds Group, Zachary's brows furrowed tightly. "What? We've

the other side is extremely cautious. Every

the bridge of his nose. "Understood. Put that matter on hold for now. By the

his forehead. "Yes, word from Brookshire says that a worker who had stayed up late the night before accidentally put the wrong raw materials into the machinery the next day. The machine exploded, killing several people. But as soon as it happened, the

assistant

alone, Zachary walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and dialed a

"Start tomorrow."