Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 817

"Mr. Merrius is truly skilled at seizing opportunities. Since negotiations are finished, why don't we sign now?" Vivian spread the contract documents her assistant had prepared on the table and pushed them toward the CEO.

Mr. Merrius didn't waste words, directly pulling out his pen to sign his name on the contract.

He smiled falsely. "Miss Wilson certainly has a sharp tongue. Now that we've signed, is there anything else?"

Vivian thought for a moment—there wasn't anything else. "No, thank you, Mr. Merrius."

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going." Mr. Merrius shakily stood up and got into a luxury car.

Vivian stared at his departing figure, her expression growing increasingly cold—the deepest, most frigid kind of chill.

Still, she had finally acquired Merihan Group.

She believed Grandfather would surely look at her with new respect.

At the Chancer residence.

Charlotte had just finished nursing and put the baby down when she noticed James was lost in thought.

"James, what's wrong?"

James didn't respond. He was completely lost in memories of that grand birthday party, where he'd seen the person he most wanted to see. That enchanting dress swaying in captivating dance moves—once his eyes caught sight of it, he couldn't look away.

"James!" Charlotte reached out and pushed him.

Only then did James snap back to reality. "What?" His voice carried a sense of loss.

"What were you thinking about?" Charlotte asked with some resentment.

“Business stuff.” His fingertips lightly tapped the table.

Charlotte knew he was lying. Every time he lied, he unconsciously tapped the table.

He walked out of the house, into the parking garage, and drove away.

Late at night, the neon-lit bar was filled with the intoxicating scent of decadence.

James poured drink after drink down his throat, his eyes bloodshot, no longer maintaining his usual aloof composure—only his face full of unwillingness.

How dare that man set his sights on Sarah? What right did he have?

"Sir, you're about to be drunk. How about I save the rest of your drinks for you?" The bartender noticed James's distressed state and kindly offered a suggestion.

James didn't even glance at him, his thin lips uttering words cold as ice, "Get lost!"

The bartender knew he probably couldn't afford to offend this man dressed head to toe in designer brands, so he could only suppress his displeasure and silently retreat.

"Keep making drinks." James propped up his dizzy head and barked orders at the bartender behind the counter.