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

Chapter 654

After hanging up the phone, Manager Sullivan carelessly packed up a few of his things and left the factory.

East Coast.

Melvin sat in his office, staring at the email Mr. Lambert had just sent. The entire timeline was laid out-every detail, every suspicion, all the context. He read it twice, barely blinking.

He never imagined his mother would go this far behind his back, meddling in the West Ridge factory like this.

Then again, maybe he should've seen it coming.

Three years ago, when Sarah handed him control of the Sanders Group, his mother had already started revealing her true intentions-dropping hints, making comments, all nudging him toward taking over. But there was no need to seize anything. Sarah never wanted power. From day one, she'd made it clear she had no interest in running the company. She wanted to be a psychologist. The company had been a burden she was more than ready to pass on.

So what was the point? Did it really matter who held what shares?

He'd fought bitterly with his mother over it back then. It ended with a blowout argument and two full years of silence. He only started talking to her again last year-when she swore she'd stop pushing.

hadn't stopped

went underground, working in the shadows, pulling strings to get her hands on Sanders Group. And now she'd even reached into West Ridge. Melvin couldn't help but feel a bitter sort of admiration for the lengths she

opened the latest renderings of Harbour

Wilsons had released an entirely revamped design-something totally different from their old plan. It was clear they were trying to

still remembered. Just hearing the name Harbour Crescent sparked sarcasm and side-eyes. It wasn't

had evolved. A better strategy. More originality. The previous plan had already been leaked by the Wilsons, so the surprise factor was gone. But the new visuals

from people who wanted to spite

of it was genuine.

Meanwhile, at Reynolds Corp...

he'd not only been holding down the company's daily operations-he'd also helped Zachary clean up a

tangled web. And untangling that web? That was the

could handle it like it

had tried to throw a fit about it. But this wasn't Zachary—this was Steven. And while she might've wanted to scream, all

they always did, but Steven simply played dumb, shrugging it off with a smile. With pushy journalists, there was only one solution- be