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

Chapter 714

The vineyard manager frowned when he heard this, walking over to ask, "What did they say?"

Seeing his manager, the worker quickly embellished the conversation, raising his fist indignantly. "Sir, don't worry. If they dare cause trouble, we won't back down. We'll make sure they regret coming here."

The vineyard manager, "..." What a jumbled mess-he could barely understand what the worker was saying.

Still, Vivian had a point. Even if they chose not to continue the partnership, there was no need to burn bridges completely. That wouldn't benefit him either.

With this in mind, the vineyard manager calmed down his overly excited worker. "That's enough. Send them a message and tell them five o'clock this afternoon, River Café. Don't be late."

Finally meeting the vineyard manager, Vivian got straight to the point, "Mr. Mendeson, I won't play games with you. Before deciding to work with you, the Wilson Group researched your public information. I have some understanding of your character. Breaking your word isn't your style, is it?"

vineyard manager sat with his legs crossed, unbothered by her words. He lit a cigarette and spoke casually, "Before you criticize me, think about who you might have offended. That person offered me better benefits, and frankly, I can't afford to cross him. Naturally, I had

blew out a smoke ring, narrowing his eyes as his tone suddenly hardened. "I'm a businessman. Isn't this how all businessmen operate? So, Miss Wilson, there's

person you mentioned?" Vivian

manager raised his coffee cup with an unconcerned expression. "I can't disclose that. Aren't you supposed to be quite

want to think too deeply about it. There was only one possibility-only the Reynolds Group had the power to snatch clients from the Wilson

up, supporting herself on the table, feeling as if all strength had suddenly left her

without confirmation, she was at

sudden cancellation of

an endless cycle. The more

bit her lip hard, only releasing it when she tasted the rusty flavor of blood. Her eyes were filled with

and rearranged her schedule

plenty of time cleared, she was determined to find