Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 845

“What’s this? Either washed-up stars or no-names. None of these people will make a spark. If we can’t find anyone, why not hire a few bands? Should I be the one to teach you this? Sell some nostalgia, play on the crowd’s emotions, get some buzz for the food festival—are you seriously telling me you can’t think of any of this?” Vivian snapped, frustration evident in her voice.

Her assistant wiped the sweat off his forehead. He thought to himself, even if she wants to play on the nostalgia of old stars, they still need to want to be part of it!

“I understand, Ms. Wilson,” he muttered, hurrying off to carry out the orders.

Vivian turned her attention back to the contract. After acquiring Merihan, everything had been put on hold. Their previous projects were still stagnating, and the upper management at Merihan had started to panic. If they didn’t make moves soon, the company was looking at the possibility of bankruptcy.

Even Leon had been on her case, urging her to take action. He’d invested a lot of money into Merihan, expecting to make a huge profit, but now Wilson Corp had left the company to gather dust.

Meanwhile, Leon was sitting in a therapy session, a place he never imagined himself being.

He hadn’t gone to Sarah lately. In fact, he was afraid to leave the house. Every time he closed his eyes, the same nightmare haunted him, vivid and brutal. He kept dreaming of various ways he could die, killed by different weapons, over and over.

He started to dread sleep, even though the strong coffee he drank couldn’t keep the drowsiness at bay. What was happening to him? Why was he having these nightmares every single night?

Yesterday, he forced himself to stay awake, but then he started to feel like someone was watching him, hiding in the shadows. The paranoia consumed him.

It wasn’t until this morning that he remembered the last time Sarah hypnotized him. The strange questions she asked, the odd atmosphere in her office, and Sarah’s behavior—something wasn’t right.

When he woke up that night, the office was empty, and the sound of eerie, forbidden music was still playing through the headphones.

The therapist nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, that would qualify. So, does she like you?”

Leon furrowed his brows, shaking his head. He didn’t respond.

“Did you confess to her and get rejected?” the therapist probed further.

Leon’s irritation flared. “What’s the point of asking that? I’m here to talk about my nightmares, not about her.”

The therapist smiled, trying to ease the tension. “Mr. Spencer, I’m sure you’ve heard the saying, ‘What you think about during the day influences what you dream about at night.’ The more you think about something, the stronger it affects your emotions, and in turn, your dreams.”