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

Chapter 666

When Charlie heard the words "Wilson Factory explosion," he froze, his face showing a complex mix of emotions.

"Who are you?" he asked warily.

Zachary displayed a hunger for money. "Don't be nervous. I'm just a private investigator. By coincidence, I got this big job-find the truth and get paid."

"Who's the client?" Charlie's face was full of suspicion.

Zachary suddenly gave him a cold look, his tone full of warning. "Charlie, in this business, many things are confidential when it comes to clients. We take the money and do the job, never asking too many questions."

Seeing how serious Zachary was, Charlie began to accept that he might really be a private detective.

"Charlie, this is a genuine two million. Aren't you tempted? If I didn't think you

knew a lot about what happened back then, I wouldn't even consider sharing this with you. If we succeed, that's two million-one million each."

at these words. One million! How could he

he could leave West Ridge and get

about what happened that year, he couldn't stop

closed his eyes and could still hear those people's shrill screams and cries for help in his ears.

nowhere to be seen-just bits

soft sigh, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Zachary. The

entire body ached, and the places where Zachary had hit him yesterday still

longer. He had to

might be gone. Who knew when

Charlie

eyes flickered. "Then first take me to

fists, his forehead

same hill where Charlie had tried to kidnap Zachary, Charlie led Zachary around

he couldn't see

faced the valley. "The pharmaceutical