Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 866

Dozens of miles away, on Harbour Crescent Island, Vivian sat seething in front of her screen. She had watched the entire scene unfold live.

What was supposed to be a flawless plan had crumbled—all because of one tiny birthmark.

Those reporters had already held a favorable view of Sarah. Their earlier questions had simply been part of their job. But now that they knew the video was fake, of course they’d rush to clear her name.

Vivian was so furious she nearly smashed her phone. But as she picked it up again, something caught her eye—a glimpse of someone familiar on-screen.

James Chancer.

Back at the venue, the party had returned to normal. Mia looked around in confusion. “Where’s Lucas? Has anyone seen him?”

“He was already gone when the power came back,” Zachary said, scanning the room with caution.

“There!” Scarlett pointed toward the entrance.

Everyone turned. Lucas was walking in again, still bundled up in his usual layers.

“Where did you go just now?” Mia asked. “You just disappeared.”

Lucas didn’t answer her. Instead, he turned to Sarah, his tone serious. “When the lights came back on, I saw someone sneaking out from backstage. I followed them.”

“Where is that person now?” someone asked.

“I knocked them out and tied them to a tree outside,” Lucas replied.

Zachary glanced at Steven. The latter immediately caught on. “Mr. Lansworth, could you take me there?”

Lucas nodded to Mia, then led Steven out.

Not far away, James sat on a couch, eyes locked on Sarah under the camera flashes. His gaze burned with intensity. He took a sip of wine, subtly shifting to block the woman beside him who was trying to start a conversation.

He hesitated but answered.

“James?” came a familiar voice.

His brows furrowed. “It’s you?”

“Yes, it’s me. Don’t hang up. I know you’re just sitting in a corner, drinking alone, even now that you’re at the island. So why not hear me out? What I’m about to say—it’s about her,” Vivian said smoothly.

James’s opinion of Vivian couldn’t be lower. From everything that had happened, he knew she had been pulling strings behind the scenes. She had indirectly hurt both Lucy and Charlotte.

“If you have something to say, just spit it out,” he said coldly. “But if you’re planning to use me to sabotage the event, hang up now. Was that blackout and the video your doing?”

His voice had dropped—low and dangerous.