Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 841

Panic flickered in Vivian’s eyes. What she feared most was that her grandfather would give up on her.

“Grandpa, please give me one more chance,” she pleaded. “There’s a bidding event in a few days. I’ll win the partnership for Wilson Corp—I promise.”

She had made so many mistakes. This was the only way she could redeem herself.

“Foolish,” Mr. Wilson snapped, shaking his head in disappointment.

“I know I messed up,” she said softly.

“But the real problem isn’t just that you acquired Merihan. It’s that you were willing to sell off Wilson Corp’s shares to do it. You clearly don’t understand how unpredictable this world is. Even a small missing percentage can become the one thing that brings you down,” he said, his voice filled with bitter regret.

Vivian knew it was serious. What worried Mr. Wilson even more was who had picked up those shares.

“Did you look into it? Who bought them?”

“I did,” she replied quickly. “I had my assistant check it out during the sale. It looks like they were picked up by a foreign investment firm.”

Mr. Wilson eyed her suspiciously. “Are you sure?”

“Of course,” she said, trying to sound steady.

“I’ve already sent someone to investigate what happened in West Ridge,” he warned. “For your own sake, I hope you’re not lying to me.”

Vivian’s heart clenched—but she kept her expression calm.

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After the reopening, Pine Mist Island Resort was practically deserted. Not a single guest checked in.

The media had picked it up too, running comparisons between Pine Mist Island and Harbour Crescent Island Resort. Even when Harbour Crescent was at its quietest, it never looked this bad.

“Who’d go to a place where someone died?”

Sarah walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down over the East Coast skyline.

To the right stood the entertainment agency building. On the left was a major shopping center. The Sanders family’s properties held a prime position—right in the middle of it all.

“In this era of entertainment,” she said quietly, “reputation doesn’t matter as much as people think.”

Melvin turned to her, confused. “What do you mean?”

A playful smile tugged at Sarah’s lips. “Melvin, I think I’ve got an idea.”

“What kind of idea?” Melvin raised a brow.

Sarah grabbed his hand and pulled him to the window, pointing at the building on the right. “What do you see?”

Melvin looked for a moment, still puzzled. “The entertainment agency? Yeah, it’s got pretty solid prospects.”