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

Chapter 650

Charlie's hands were shaking uncontrollably. He couldn't go to jail—he wouldn't go to jail.

No. No, this wasn't how it was supposed to go.

Manager Sullivan had promised he'd protect him. He'd said everything would be fine.

But Sarah and Mr. Lambert weren't bluffing. Everything they'd said had sounded terrifyingly real. What if Sullivan couldn't actually help him?

"I'm not going to jail," Charlie muttered, more to himself than anyone else, cold sweat running down his back.

Sarah let out a cold snort. "Oh? And who told you that? Let me guess-you wouldn't have dared pull a stunt like this on your own. So why don't you just tell me who put you up to it? Unless you really believe they've got the power to save you. Don't forget-everything that person has came from the Sanders family."

Charlie froze. The way she said it made it clear-she already knew who was behind it.

tell you, does that mean you'll drop the charges?” Charlie

the chair, forcing him to

if you give me a name, at worst, you're just an accomplice. And if I'm in a good mood, maybe I won't even call the police. I might

like him doesn't deserve another chance. Call the cops.

shoulders trembled. He clenched his fists, lips trembling as he weighed his options. Finally, he

was Manager Sullivan! He told me to do it! He said if I helped him, I'd get money and a promotion. But if I didn't, he'd fire me.

an eyebrow and turned to Mr. Lambert. "Got it

behind a

can leave now. I won't call the cops-yet. But the cost of those machines is six million. You've got ten days to

out of the office like a man in

barely felt real. He'd never even seen that kind of money in his

gate before a hand yanked him to the