Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 768

Vivian awkwardly wrapped her arms around his back and patted him. "Long time no see, Leon."

Leon Spencer released her and looked her up and down. "You're still as beautiful as ever."

Vivian smiled gently. "Let's skip the pleasantries. I've come to you for something important. Leon, I need your help. Can we find a quiet place to talk?"

Leon shrugged. "Sure, no problem."

He waved his hand, and only then did Vivian notice over a dozen sinister-looking men watching them from a short distance away.

Thinking about Leon's identity, Vivian became even more determined to convince him.

"Tell me what this is about. It's not often that you ask for help," said Leon. Despite his fierce appearance, he enjoyed joking around.

Knowing his personality well, Vivian's eyes shifted, and tears began to form.

A beautiful woman in tears naturally triggers a man's protective instincts.

Leon became anxious and quickly pulled out a tissue. "Why are you crying? Who bullied you? Tell me, and I'll take care of it for you."

Vivian wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and softly told him the story she had prepared in advance.

She twisted Sarah and Zachary's mutual feelings into a tale of betrayal by the woman and cheating by the man, claiming that after getting what she wanted, the woman had schemed to put her in jail.

Leon, having spent years in the underworld, hated deception and betrayal above all else.

Hearing this, he angrily slammed the table. "That's outrageous!"

Seeing his reaction, Vivian quickly added fuel to the fire. "Leon, I have no options left. I've lost everything, and my grandfather is very disappointed in me."

After her release from detention, Vivian had made a quick two-day round trip to country H. As soon as she returned home, Marianne hurried to greet her.

"Miss, you're finally back. Mr. Wilson is waiting for you in the study."

Vivian nodded and quickly entered the study.

"Grandfather, I'm back." Her voice was neither humble nor proud, no longer filled with the previous anxiety, but rather a newfound composure.

During her days in detention, she had come to a realization. She had thought that as the old man's granddaughter, she would always be cherished.

But these past few days had been enough to make her understand that everything she had assumed was under her control could be taken away with just a wave of her grandfather's hand.

Mr. Wilson held a large calligraphy brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote the character for "endurance" on paper.