Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 843

As the crowd swayed on the dance floor, Leon leaned over and said quietly, “You’d better start reaching out to celebrities now. There are only a handful who really draw attention, and Sanders Group already has a head start. If they sign all the big names before we do, we’re screwed.”

Vivian immediately set her glass down, took out her phone, and headed to the restroom. She called her assistant and gave detailed instructions. Once she was done, she returned to the bar—only to find Leon gone.

She instinctively glanced toward the dance floor.

Sure enough, there he was, dancing in the center, shirt halfway unbuttoned and surrounded by women.

Vivian leaned against the bar, holding a Long Island iced tea. Her gaze cut through the crowd, locking with Leon’s across the room.

Just then, a man stepped up beside her, also holding a Long Island iced tea. He walked over with polished ease and a pleasant smile. “Alone tonight?”

Vivian turned curiously, then clinked her glass against his. “I came with someone, but he’s clearly too busy to stick around.”

She tilted her chin slightly, gesturing toward the dance floor.

The man laughed. “Then he clearly has no taste. If I brought a woman like you here, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight. Lucky for me, he’s blind—and I spotted you first.”

Vivian could see right through his cliché pickup lines, but she was bored and didn’t mind playing along.

“I just came back from the restroom, and you already noticed me?” she raised a brow.

He didn’t bother hiding the way his eyes roamed over her, gaze lingering with barely contained fascination. “A woman like you doesn’t need a second glance. And you know what’s funny? I just walked into the bar, asked the bartender for a Long Island… then turned around and saw you holding the same drink. If that’s not fate, what is?”

Vivian took a slow sip, unimpressed. “Do you hit on every woman like this, or am I just special?”

“Not at all. You’re the first person I’ve wanted to talk to tonight. You don’t even know how stunning you are.”

“If I were you,” he said, voice calm but pointed, “and I brought someone this gorgeous to a bar, I’d stay glued to her side. You never know who’s waiting for their chance.”

Leon let out a sharp laugh and, without warning, threw an arm around Vivian’s shoulders, pulling her close to him.

Vivian stiffened in discomfort but didn’t push him away.

The man’s jealousy only deepened.

He’d been hanging out in this bar for nearly two months. He’d seen more beautiful women than he could count—hundreds, maybe thousands. But none of them had made his heart race like this one.

And he wasn’t about to give up that easily.