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

Chapter 823

Mr. Wilson was watering plants in the front courtyard. Seeing Leon didn't surprise him at all—he remained perfectly calm. "You're here."

Leon nodded and performed a proper bow as a junior should. "Mr. Wilson, sorry to disturb you."

Mr. Wilson held his watering can in one hand and waved dismissively with the other. "Vivian's in the back garden. Go find her directly."

Leon's lips curved in a smile, showing no trace of embarrassment. After acknowledging the instruction, he strode confidently forward.

Vivian had been keeping a low profile lately-partly because she had plans to execute, and partly because Wilson Corporation was in a delicate position that required her to watch every word and action.

Seeing Leon walk into the estate like he owned the place, her expression immediately turned cold. "What are you doing here?"

Leon raised an eyebrow and approached her in a few steps, suggestively catching a strand of her fragrant hair and bringing it to his nose. "What's wrong? Not happy to see me?"

Vivian yanked her hair from his grasp with cutting sarcasm. "I heard you've been making quite the spectacle at Adams University lately. Aren't you worried about blowing our cover by coming here now?"

Leon leaned closer, eyes narrowing with amusement. "Don't talk like that—I might think you're jealous."

face flushed red with anger, but before she could get a

close to my heart at all times-haven't forgotten it for

shot back sarcastically, "How dedicated of

threatening, half coaxing. "But

soon, I might just give up. When that happens, will

reverse psychology and headed toward the house. "Could you show a little

with a laugh. "I just don't want to overthink things. Besides, when there's

sat at her vanity and began removing her accessories one

her and gently removing her earrings, his hands

swatted his hands away

to sit on the sofa, eyeing

"do

do have a way to

that woman, but

to massage her shoulders, asking with interest,

really would take advantage of any opportunity

of disgust crossed Vivian's eyes, but for the sake