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.

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

arm, and dragged him to the chair, forcing him to sit. She leaned in close, one hand braced on the chair's backrest. Her

But 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

like him doesn't deserve another chance. Call the cops. Make sure he goes to jail and pays back

clenched his fists, lips trembling as he weighed

said if I helped him, I'd get money and a promotion. But if I didn't,

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

a small camera out from behind a flowerpot, checked

leave now. I won't call

office like a

never even seen that kind of money in his life. Where the hell was he supposed to get

factory gate before