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Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 845
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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 | be the one to teach you this? Sell snostalgia, play on the

crowd's emotions, get sbuzz for the food festival-are you seriously tellingyou 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 the closed his eyes, the same

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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 tSarah 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.

It was all so strange. At the time, he had dismissed it, thinking Sarah didn't want to wake him because it was late

But now he realized how foolish he had been not to see the red flags earlier. s

"Mr. Spencer? Mr. Spencer, are you still listening?" The therapist waved his hand

in front of Leon's face.

Leon blinked, shaken from his thoughts. He looked around, suddenly remembering where he was.

"Oh, right. | chere for therapy.

Please, help me! I've been having the snightmare over and over

again. In each one, I'm killed by an et

different weapon, and every night for the past few days, ve died

hundreds of ways. What should | do?" Leon's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot. s

The therapist leaned forward, speaking gently. "Have you experienced anything major recently? Anything that

has caused a significant emotional reaction?"

"Significant emotional reaction?" Leon paused, thinking. There was only one person who had been on his mind

constantly, and she had everything to do with his recent emotional turmoil.

"Could falling in love at first sight count?" Leon asked, a hint of frustration in his voice.

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." s

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