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

Chapter 845

"What's this? Either washed-up stars or no-names. None of these people will make a spark. If we can't find anyone, why not hire a few bands? Should I be the one to teach you this? Sell some nostalgia, play on the crowd's emotions, get some buzz for the food festival-are you seriously telling me you can't think of any of this?" Vivian snapped, frustration evident in her voice.

Her assistant wiped the sweat off his forehead. He thought to himself, even if she wants to play on the nostalgia of old stars, they still need to want to be part of it!

"I understand, Ms. Wilson," he muttered, hurrying off to carry out the orders.

Vivian turned her attention back to the contract. After acquiring Merihan, everything had been put on hold. Their previous projects were still stagnating, and the upper management at Merihan had started to panic. If they didn't make moves soon, the company was looking at the possibility of bankruptcy.

Even Leon had been on her case, urging her to take action. He'd invested a lot of money into Merihan, expecting to make a huge profit, but now Wilson Corp had left the company to gather dust.

Meanwhile, Leon was sitting in a therapy session, a place he never imagined himself being.

He hadn't gone to Sarah lately. In fact, he was afraid to leave the house. Every time he closed his eyes, the same nightmare haunted him, vivid and brutal. He kept dreaming of various ways he could die, killed by different weapons, over and

over.

keep the drowsiness at bay. What was

himself to stay awake, but then he started to feel like someone was watching him, hiding in the shadows. The

morning that he remembered the

atmosphere in her

empty, and the

to wake him because it was late But now he realized how foolish he had been

Mr. Spencer, are you still

of

blinked, shaken from his thoughts. He looked around, suddenly remembering

right. I came here for

having the same nightmare over

each one, I'm

for the