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Divorce Reboot: Finding My Perfect Man

Chapter 395
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Chapter 395

"lI won't," Sarah said firmly, her tone heavy with authority. "But you should think carefully about the

difference between being the mastermind and just an accomplice. This isn't just about a lighter

sentence."

"I'll talk!" Charlotte finally broke down.

"Tell me. I'll handle the rest myself."

Charlotte closed her eyes, her shoulders trembling. "It was Vivian. It was her!" she confessed.

"So, Lucy was the first scapegoat, and you're the second?" Sarah asked, her suspicions confirmed.

Things were clearly far more complicated than they seemed, but with just a few pointed questions,

she had her answers.

Charlotte nodded slowly. "That's... how it seems."

Meanwhile, Steven had been feeling uneasy for days, the reason being Scarlett. Maybe it was

because of her sudden boyfriend, or perhaps it was the questions she had asked him-questions he

couldn't answer.

He found himself walking into Morning Star Bar, the sbar where he and Scarlett had shared an unusual

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encounter. Lately, he had been returning there almost compulsively, as though he were drawn to it by an

inexplicable force.

Tonight, as he stepped inside, he instinctively glanced toward the corner. To his surprise, she was there-Scarlett.

His heart raced as he approached. There was a bottle of liquor on the table in front of her, barely touched. When

she noticed him coming, Scarlett looked up, confused.

"Don't drink that," Steven said abruptly, snatching the glass from her hand. He didn't know why he felt this way

he just knew he needed to do it.

Scarlett stared at him, stunned. "What are you doing, Steven?" she asked, bewildered.

"Don't drink," he repeated, his voice low and resolute, his dark eyes carrying a quiet intensity.

Annoyed, Scarlett grabbed the glass back from him. "What does it have to do with you?" she snapped, her tone

sharp. She gave him a shove, frustrated. Of all people, the last one she wanted to see was Steven, yet here he

was again.

"Why are you drinking, Scarlett?" he asked, his deep gaze unwavering, like a calm, mysterious lake.

"This has nothing to do with you, Steven. If you're here to have fun, drink, or whatever, then go do it. Stop

bothering me," Scarlett replied, her irritation clear as she frowned slightly.

Why couldn't he just stay away? she thought. He never answered her questions, made it obvious he didn't care

about her, and yet he always managed to show up at the worst times.

Scarlett frowned slightly. He just wouldn't leave her alone. He never answered her questions, clearly didn't like

her, so why did he keep showing up?

"We need to talk," Steven said in a low voice. Scarlett didn't want to engage. She picked up the bottle and took

another long swig, ignoring him completely.

She had no idea what else there was to say. Everything that needed to be said had already been

laid out. Steven sighed, grabbed a bottle of wine from a passing bartender, twisted off the cap, and

followed her lead, downing it in one go.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "If you're going to drink, then I'll drink with you." Scarlett froze,

staring at the now-empty bottle in his hand. For a moment, she was at a loss for words. "You're

insane," she muttered.

Although the wine wasn't particularly strong, chugging an entire bottle without pause was bound to

hit hard. Especially without giving himself tto sober up in between. She could already imagine

how awful he would feel soon.

"Stop drinking!" she shouted, her voice filled with frustration.

But Steven didn't seem to hear her. Instead, he grabbed another bottle and was about to take

another long gulp when Scarlett snatched it from his hands.

She'd already had more than enough herself. The result of gulping down so much alcohol so quickly

was starting to hit her. Her legs felt weak, and she had to grip the table to keep herself steady.

Steven, on the other hand, had collapsed onto the couch, his cheeks flushed bright red, looking

utterly ridiculous.

Scarlett couldn't help but laugh. In the flickering, colorful lights of the bar, her features glowed with

a striking beauty.