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

Chapter 503

What a joke. No one had ever asked if she wanted any of their concern.

Scarlett came back from the dance floor, and the moment she saw James, her guard shot up. "James? What the hell are you doing here?"

Sarah quickly stepped in. "Scarlett, Mr. Chancer is just here for a drink. Let's not bother him."

Scarlett narrowed her eyes at Sarah, clearly skeptical, but she didn't press the issue. Instead, she followed Sarah to a newly opened booth.

When the bartender placed their drinks down, Scarlett scoffed, shaking her head. "That guy's insane. He was so desperate to divorce you just to marry Charlotte, and now he won't leave you alone."

"Forget him," Sarah muttered. She had no time to waste on James-her mind was still replaying the image of Zachary holding onto Vivian as they left the bar.

Over at the bar counter, James downed his cocktail in one go, the bitterness lingering in his throat.

Then his phone rang.

his assistant's voice made his expression change instantly. "What

one last time, but in the end, he

bottle. "Scarlett, if I get drunk enough... do you

matching her energy, popped open a bottle of her own. "Of course! Hell yes! Tonight, you call the shots-I'm with you all

wildest. For some, the night was just getting started. "Another one!" Scarlett's cheeks were flushed as she downed her drink in one go. Sarah followed suit, the alcohol making her head spin, her body warm and

even more captivating, and the man who had tried harassing her earlier couldn't take his eyes

his time, waiting for the perfect moment to

she was sober, but now they're both drunk? You just hit the jackpot. What are you waiting for? Go grab

smirked, his intent clear as he walked toward Sarah and Scarlett. "You'll see

out, his hand creeping

hand shot out, gripping his wrist in

a sharp

that hurts! Let me go! Who

actually thought you could put

clenched his jaw, trying to save face. "And why the hell can't I? Didn't you see how they were dancing earlier? You really think people come to a bar to be saints? Everyone's