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

Zachary glanced at him coolly. “Reschedule it. If I’m not back by five, cancel it.”

Meanwhile, Vivian casually changed out of her outfit and headed for the bathroom.

One of the maids, still unfamiliar with her routines, couldn’t help but ask, “Miss, aren’t you going out?”

Vivian paused, adjusting the shawl draped over her shoulders. Her gaze turned cold. “You’re new, aren’t you?”

The maid blinked. “I started yesterday.”

Vivian let out a quiet “mm,” then said flatly, “I don’t need you here. You can go now.”

“I didn’t bring a recording device,” Zachary said coldly. “You can just say what you came here to say.”

The server, taken aback by the tension, froze for a moment before bowing his head and pretending not to understand.

Vivian flushed with embarrassment but forced a smile. “We’ll have two orders of foie gras. Let your chef decide on the rest.”

“Of course. Please wait just a moment,” the server said before backing out of the room.

Once the door closed, Vivian’s expression changed. Her eyes were full of bitterness.

“Zachary,” she said through clenched teeth, “do you have to make things this ugly between us?”

Zachary had run out of patience. His voice was sharp. “I think you’re overestimating our relationship, Miss Wilson. If you want something, just say it. I’m open to negotiation—interest for interest.”