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

Chapter 806

Zachary let out a clear laugh, and the intimidating aura around him softened considerably as he gazed at her with obvious affection.

Little did he know that Vivian witnessed this scene, clenching her fists so hard she actually broke a nail, her expression seething with malice.

Watching the two leave together, Vivian's heart burned with hatred.

When most guests had departed, Vivian could no longer contain her jealousy and rage. She slipped away to her upstairs room.

The door slammed shut.

Muffled roars echoed from within, followed by the crash of objects hitting the floor and shattering.

The servants who heard the commotion stood nervously outside, exchanging worried glances. None dared disturb their furious mistress.

Just then, an uninvited guest strolled leisurely up the stairs.

The man wore a black trench coat, his features rugged yet carrying an air of reckless abandon.

The servants showed no surprise at his arrival, bowing respectfully with practiced familiarity. "Mr. Spencer."

Leon slipped his hands into his pockets and smiled. "Where's Vivian?"

the room, still visibly

and raised an eyebrow. "Another tantrum?" The servants

with casual indifference. "You

Spencer, the servants didn't

maintained some courtesy, knocking before entering. "May

voice. Impatience flashed across

as

lips and entered, closing the door behind

in dim light, but moonlight streaming through the windows

stepped carefully around the glass shards, making disapproving

on the bed, arms wrapped around her knees, resembling a

you want?" Her

gaze roamed brazenly over

his grasp. "If you weren't welcome,

and nodded approvingly. "True enough. That's exactly what I wanted

had no

closed her eyes

exhausted expression.

need something