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

Chapter 830

What Sarah didn't know was that Lysander wasn't acting alone. He had help. This whole setup had been carefully planned.

"What did you just say?" Zachary's grip on his phone tightened so hard his knuckles turned white. The air around him seemed to thicken with pressure.

Even over the phone, Vivian could feel the shift. She took a quiet breath, forcing her voice to stay calm. "Didn't you want to know what really happened to your grandfather that day? Why he suddenly passed out? I can tell you."

Zachary had never trusted her, and now they were basically on opposing sides. "What's the catch?"

Vivian only needed to stall him. She paused, then shifted her tone, adding a trace of wistfulness. “If I say there's no catch, you won't believe me anyway."

Before Zachary could respond, she continued, "I'll be at Springbar on Mindy Street. Twenty minutes. I'll tell you everything face to face if you're willing to come."

With that, she hung up.

Zachary didn't hesitate. He got up immediately, ready to leave.

His assistant happened to walk in just then, holding a stack of documents. Seeing Zachary about to head out, he stopped in surprise. "Mr. Reynolds, you've got a meeting in half an hour."

him coolly. "Reschedule it. If I'm not back by

of her outfit and headed for the

routines, couldn't

shoulders. Her gaze turned cold. "You're

maid blinked.

then said flatly, “I don't need you here. You

the shift in her tone, the maid quickly backed

at Springbar, Zachary arrived right on time-only to be told by the manager that there was no reservation under Vivian's

frustration and called

a beat, "Traffic.

to his temples and hung up without another

Vivian finally strolled in,

his expression cold, his whole presence radiating an unapproachable

eyes linger on him, drinking in the sight. Then, as if flipping a switch she slipped back into her

nel

keep you

she sat down, waving a