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

Chapter 499

Chapter 499

Just as Zachary finished handling his affairs and was driving home, his phone rang—it was Vivian calling.

His hand hovered over the answer button, but he hesitated to press it.

"Zachary, Vivian likes you. You should see that by now. The reason she returned this time was for you." That was the voice of Mr. Wilson, his face ever so hypocritical.

"Zac, what exactly is your relationship with Miss Sanders?" That was a gentle, composed face, yet deep in her eyes lurked a suppressed madness-cold and merciless.

Behind him was his grandfather's voice, offering words of measured caution. "The matter with the Wilsons is something you'll have to decide for yourself. If Wilson approaches me, I won't turn him away. But how you handle it is up to you."

"Bro, you can't give up on Sarah! Didn't you say you'd bring her back to be my sister-in-law? Brother?"

Enough!

He forced all those voices out of his mind, leaving only the persistent ringing of his phone echoing in the empty car.

to eat well." That soft, tender voice belonged to the woman who, in the end, had met the most tragic fate-dying in the elegant

he finally pressed

was low, laced with an undeniable chill. "What is it?" His fingers tapped impatiently

"Zachary, come save me... I'm drunk... at Ink

respond, the call was abruptly cut

reflected a face carved


pedal, and the

cocktail in front of Sarah. Several glasses were already set on the table-drinks he had mixed earlier, but the woman before him had taken only a sip

said as she pushed the latest

deep blue hue glowing with an almost hypnotic brilliance. But something felt off-it was missing something. Was it the aroma of Cabernet Sauvignon? Or was

refuse her request. After

let her gaze drift over the sea of men and women inside the bar. Unexpectedly, her eyes landed

Why was she here?

character for her. But what was even more surprising was the sight of the numerous empty glasses piled in front of her. She wasn't just drinking-she was downing them, one after another, without hesitation. Her motions were mechanical, repetitive, as

was she trying to

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