Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect

"Xavier... I know you're still mad at me because of that incident." Yvette's eyes were red, looking at Xavier pitifully.

Xavier looked at her and gradually softened. "I'm sorry, I just...II

"I understand, you don't have to say anything more, Xavier, it's right for you to blame me. If it wasn't for what I did wrong, Helen wouldn't have had to go so far away." Yvette threw herself into Xavier's arms, hugging him. Xavier let out a soft sigh and embraced her back. As she entered through the gates of the Lutz Corporation, a woman wearing business attire and sunglasses, carrying the latest designer bag, was stopped by the receptionist just before reaching the elevator. "Miss, who are you here to see?" she asked. Yasmine removed her sunglasses, revealing her exquisite features. "1 1m here to see Mr. Lutz.'i

"I'm sorry, do you have an appointment?" inquired the receptionist.

Yasmine shook her head and said, "I doubt Lutz Corporation is too busy right now, is it? Tell Mr. Lutz that Yasmine wants to see him. He'll agree."

The receptionist's expression changed, and she quickly made a phone call. After a few minutes, she politely escorted Yasmine to the elevator.

Entering Finnian's office, Yasmine saw a middle-aged man with graying hair, presumably from the stress over Grady's issues, and dark circles under his eyes.

"Mr. Lutz," Yasmine greeted as she walked in. Without waiting for a response, she casually took a seat on the sofa across from him.

Finnian gave Yasmine a once-over and smiled wryly. "What brings you here?'i

As she came up from the lower floors, Yasmine noticed that most of the staff in the Lutz Corporation building had left; the events of the past few days had clearly taken a toll on them. Without beating around the bush, she said, "Tell me, who was the woman colluding with Lutz Corporation, and who was the person at Luxury Lane Villas that day? Laying it all out will be in Lutz Corporation's best interest."

Finnian chuckled softly. "The Lutz Corporation is already falling apart without you lifting a finger."

Yasmine didn't mind. She pulled out a stack of papers from her bag and casually tossed it onto the table. "Mr. Lutz, you know exactly what these documents are, don't you?'

Finnian took a look and was stunned. This document was the Lutz Corporation's tax reports for the past two years. Companies usually prepared two sets of tax reports-one genuine and the other for submission. But this one... His expression changed, and he asked coldly, "Where did you get this document?"

"Mr. Lutz, that's not the point. The point is what I want and what you can tell me," Yasmine said with a calm smile, putting the document back into her bag. She had brought it not to make a scene, but to seek the truth, to find evidence. Finnian sighed, the tension in him suddenly dissipating. Looking around the office, he relented, "ask what you want to know, and I'll tell you."

Yasmine leaned back comfortably on the sofa, watching Finnian with ease. 'Since you've finally come around, let's start from the very beginning." Only by getting the full story could she slowly analyze all the discrepancies.

Finnian definitely understood what

Yasmine meant, but he knew even more that if he didn't say anything, not only would his son not be saved, but even the Lutz Corporation would be doomed. Lately, they've been cracking down severely on tax compliance, and getting into trouble during such a critical period would be like walking right into a trap. Most entrepreneurs, like the Lutz

Corporation, know how to adapt

wisely to the times.

Finnian explained the whole situation to Yasmine in great detail.While he didn't tell her every single word, he remembered most of it.

Yasmine found it amusing, "Are you saying that your son, Grady, has a thing for Yvette?'

Finnian nodded gravely, "No one knows about this because Ms. Grant is already married now. Revealing this wouldn't leave anyone looking good.11

"Well, it doesn't really matter. Is it because of Ms. Grant that you're doing this, or is there another reason?" She couldn't believe it was just because of Yvette. The real mastermind

hadn't been found yet! She already had someone in mind, but she just couldn't figure out what the Lutz family could have to do with Irene.

Finnian avoided her gaze and simply said, "Ms. Sanchez, I've told you everything you wanted to know. The rest has nothing to do with me.'

Yasmine nodded, knowing not to push someone too hard. As she left the Lutz Corporation building, she slightly curled her lips and took out the voice recorder from her pocket. She had recorded the entire conversation with Finnian, and she planned to let Morgan hear it. On Highway 231, Yvette jammed down the gas pedal, her car shooting forward like an arrow. Her hands trembled on the steering wheel. She knew Yasmine had gone to see Finnian. Yasmine didn't seem to bother hiding it from her, or perhaps she wanted her to know, to make her panic.

She was indeed panicking. Her communication with Xavier wasn't going well. Even though Xavier hadn't turned her in yet, no one knew if he would still protect her once solid evidence came up.

Back home, Yvette's parents,

Melissa and Jack, thought she just

had a spat with Xavier. Yvette returned to her room, shivering, and

it took her a long while to snap of it. With trembling hands, she

dialed a number on her p

The

call was answered after a long wait, and she hurriedly said, "Ms. White, you have to help me! That witch has found Mr. Lutz. Who knows what she told him? 1 1m afraid she might have already got her hands on the evidence."

On the other end of the phone, Irene's voice was leisurely, "Yvette, this is your problem, didn't I tell you last time? Hmm? Your memory really is bad, isn't it?"

Yvette's face turned pale, disbelief written all over her features as she realized Irene was really burning bridges after crossing them. With gritted teeth, she decided to throw caution to the wind and said harshly, "Irene! You can't just leave me hanging! If I get caught, you're not getting away either!'"

Irene's voice was chilling, "Oh, Yvette, are you threatening me

"Ms. White, I'm really out of options here!" Yvette said, her voice choked with tears.

Irene's tone was as cold as ice, "Sure, go ahead and try to drag me down with you. Do you have any evidence, Yvette? From the very first meeting to all the advice given later, it was all your doing."Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Those words were a wake-up call for her. Yvette's eyes widened, tears slipping down her cheeks. "You! Did you see this coming all along? I had no idea!" She suddenly understood why Irene refused to meet Mr. Grady with her at first; it was all to pave the way for this moment.

Irene chuckled softly, "Yvette, this is your last warning, stop calling me, or you'll regret it." Her voice grew softer, yet there was an undeniable authority in its haze.

The call was abruptly terminated with a beep. Yvette stared blankly at her phone, not daring to call again. She knew exactly the kind of person Irene was.