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

Chapter 770

His words left Melvin even more confused. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"A few days ago, I terminated my contract with Vista International at great cost, just to put Wilson in a difficult position. But before they could feel the pressure, Mr. Wilson skillfully resolved the situation. I wondered who in the entire East Coast would dare to work against Reynolds Corporation-even James Chancer wouldn't take on such a job. Yet someone else did it. When I investigated, I discovered it was you, Sanders Corporation." Zachary's eyes were filled with coldness.

Melvin frowned slightly and asked uncertainly, "Zachary, I don't understand what you're talking about. I know about the Wilson factory crisis, but Sanders would never help Wilson. Don't create problems where there aren't any."

Zachary shook his head and placed Steven's findings directly in front of him.

As Melvin read through it, he grew increasingly alarmed. "I knew nothing about this."

The factory wasn't in the East Coast but a city away. He had no idea his factory workers were secretly disobeying orders. But who had given those instructions?

He took the documents and left with only one parting statement, "I'll give you an explanation."

After Melvin left, Zachary was alone.

dryly. Of course, he knew this

the Sanders family. He had long felt that certain people in the Sanders family needed to be dealt with. This was the perfect opportunity. If not handled now, who knew what problems they might cause in

returned to Sanders Corporation, he thoroughly investigated each factory's production lines

how skilled the person behind

many falsifications made, for everything to appear perfectly clean when

St. Ritz, he wouldn't have noticed. When comparing

person on the other

was there to

had done this behind his back? He already had an answer in his mind but hadn't

to get into her car

opened the

seat wasn't Melvin or

the driver's seat. "Sasa, get in first, then we'll

and shut the

leaning against the door on the other side. If not for the rise