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

Chapter 655

"Six million... Where the hell am I supposed to get six million?!"

The factory's demand had nearly scared Charlie senseless. But even faced with that staggering number, not once did it cross his mind to end it all. Guys like him— the ones who never took responsibility-were always the ones clinging to life the hardest, like their sole purpose was to drag others down with them.

Suddenly, his bloodshot eyes lit up like he'd just grabbed hold of his last lifeline. He muttered to himself, voice shaky but growing in conviction, "Wait, no... there's still one person. We're brothers. He wouldn't just leave me like this."

Zachary had seen this coming from a mile away he just didn't think it would take Charlie this long to show up.

Now here he was, on his knees, groveling.

Zachary leaned forward slightly, one brow raised, voice cold enough to cut glass. "Charlie. Give me one good reason I should help you."

they were shoved to the edge. And with someone like Charlie, the only way

ever the cockroach, wasn't giving up. "No, no, bro-listen, I still got money,

heaven. "Look, we just need to hit the tables one more time. We win big, we flip this. Double,

over him, voice low and unimpressed. "That little stack won't even get you through the

head drooped. Shoulders slumped. His hands,

"If you've got nothing else, get lost.

his knees, grabbing onto Zachary's pant leg like a drowning man. His voice cracked, on the edge of tears. "Please, bro! Just give me a little time-I'll find more cash, I swear! You're all I've got

dirt-covered hands clutching his clothes. He frowned, clearly disgusted.

down on the pitiful act. "If you don't help me, I'm not

the money. I'll help you one last

and for a second it looked like he might actually roll on the floor in