Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 844

The man glanced at Vivian and asked, “Seriously? He ditched you to dance with other women, and you’re not even a little mad?”

Vivian played along with a smirk. “Not at all.”

“Alright, alright.” He took the hint and walked away, not wanting to embarrass himself further.

Leon immediately dropped his arm from around her shoulders. “So? How was my performance?”

Vivian covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. “If you hadn’t said it was acting, I might’ve believed it.”

Leon’s smile faded. “If it were Sarah… I think I’d play it even better.”

Vivian’s expression darkened. “Of course. Everything always comes back to Sarah.”

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The next morning, Wilson Corp released their own announcement: they would be hosting a gourmet Christmas festival and a celebrity concert.

Almost immediately, guests who hadn’t been able to book a room at Pine Mist Island started turning to Harbour Crescent instead. Both resorts suddenly became the hottest destinations in town.

At the Sanders household, Sarah and Melvin were eating breakfast when they saw the news.

“Well, I didn’t expect Vivian to react this fast,” Sarah said, raising an eyebrow. “She already came up with a counter.”

Melvin’s tone was cold. “That was Leon’s idea. It’s based on one of Country H’s signature tourism events.”

Sarah sipped her coffee and asked, “Melvin, those contracts I asked you to lock in with the celebrities—you got them all signed, right?”

Melvin nodded firmly. “Every last one. Not a single name left out.”

“Good. That means Wilson Corp can’t find anyone with real star power now.”

When Sarah had come up with the idea for the Christmas gala, she had already anticipated the celebrity competition. Every artist invited to Pine Mist Island’s event had signed a binding agreement: any breach would cost them twenty times the original fee in penalties. On top of that, each celebrity automatically became a brand ambassador for Pine Mist Island Resort—making them ineligible to endorse or appear at any other competing resort.

That single move completely blocked Wilson Corp’s strategy.

“You’re saying we can get people—but none of them have real pull?” Her jaw tightened.

“…Yes,” he admitted, reluctant. “We could still book a few names, but their popularity won’t help us compete.”

“Keep trying,” Vivian said through gritted teeth. “Reach out to other agencies. Offer more if you have to. Just get whoever you can.”

She couldn’t afford another failure. This task had been personally assigned by her grandfather—if she screwed it up, she wasn’t sure if he’d ever give her another chance.

The assistant nodded, face tense. He understood how much this meant.

By the end of the day, after endless calls and a significantly raised budget, Wilson Corp finally secured a lineup.

But when Vivian saw the final list of performers, her face fell.

It wasn’t enough.

Not even close.