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."

someone like Charlie, the only way to get anything out of

I still got money, I really do. I can make this work,

a crumpled wad of cash, shoving it toward Zachary like it was a gift from heaven. "Look, we just need to hit the tables one more time. We win

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

His head drooped. Shoulders slumped. His hands, still dangling at his sides,

you've got nothing else, get lost. I can't help you

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

the dirt-covered hands clutching his clothes. He frowned,

harder and held on tighter, doubling down on

find the money. I'll help

rush. His face broke into a manic grin, and for a second it looked like he might actually roll on the floor in joy.