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

Chapter 739

Vivian trembled slightly. Of course she knew how their engagement had come about-it had been bought with Sarah's life.

All this time, she had been deceiving herself, believing that Zachary might still have feelings for her. Otherwise, why would someone like him, the renowned third young master of the Reynolds family in East Coast, compromise himself over someone like Sarah?

Now she finally understood. It was only because Zachary cared so deeply for Sarah that he had been willing to get engaged to Vivian.

Their engagement had been built on a transaction. It was never real, never contained even a hint of love.

"Aren't you afraid I'll tell her about what happened back then?" Vivian blurted out like a cornered cat.

Upon hearing this, Zachary gave a soft laugh. "Have you forgotten about the West Ridge incident?"

Vivian felt her blood run cold, as if she'd turned to stone. "What... what are you talking about? I don't understand."

"You don't understand? Then go ask your grandfather if he knows about it. How many innocent people were hurt to cover up one incident! Vivian, do you really not know?"

eyes were full of mockery. How could Vivian possibly

eyes. "Are you

accuse me of threatening you, which means you do know about that incident?" Zachary

shook as she responded almost frantically, "I don't know what you're talking about! What West Ridge?

forever, then go ahead. Just never harm anyone close to me again, and don't even think about using them

say that Wilson Group and Reynolds Group are

leave, Vivian seemed to snap back to reality and frantically grabbed at him. "Zachary! Please don't cancel our engagement, okay? I truly care about you. Do you know how

laughingstock of East Coast, and

equal to Reynolds

Zachary and Vivian had spoken the most to

left, Vivian still hadn't recovered. The most shocking revelation for her was undoubtedly

that had exploded and destroyed all evidence-how had he discovered

thought she had Zachary's greatest weakness in her hands, never imagining that silently,