Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 394

Sarah, clearly uninterested in any small talk, pulled a stack of documents from her bag and pushed them across the table toward Charlotte.

Her tone was icy. “Take a look.”

“What’s this?” Charlotte’s fingers trembled as she swallowed hard. She cautiously opened the file, pulling out a few photos. They were surveillance stills of her driving Lucy’s car. On top of the stack was a recording device. With growing apprehension, Charlotte pressed play.

“It was Charlotte who approached Michael, asking for his help. Not just him—our whole family got dragged into it because he agreed… First, she made Michael locate Mr. Larson’s car and stage the crash. Then she had him arrange for a neurological assessment at the hospital. With that document, the Larsons had no choice but to accept their loss. I thought it would end there, but her target wasn’t the Larsons—it was you…”

The raspy, authoritative voice of Mr. Luther described the events in meticulous detail, almost as if reliving that day.

Charlotte paled. Her hands shook so badly she nearly spilled her coffee. Her voice trembled as she stammered, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is all lies—slander!”

Sarah leaned back lazily in her chair, her gaze cold and mocking. “Charlotte, go ahead and take a closer look at everything in that file. There’s more than just this recording. After you’ve reviewed it all, do you still plan to lie to me?”

“I don’t know where you got these, but they’re fake! This has nothing to do with me!” Charlotte shot to her feet, her voice rising with desperation.

Sarah’s expression remained indifferent as she propped her head against her hand, her tone dripping with disdain. “If you’re not planning to admit anything, I’ll just hand everything over to the police. Whether they believe you or not is none of my concern.”

Charlotte’s heart pounded as panic washed over her. She knew if Sarah turned these files over to the authorities, it would be the end of her. Everything she had worked for would be ruined.

“Wait!” Charlotte reached out to stop her. If Sarah really handed everything to the police, she’d be done for.

Sarah’s gaze was piercing, her tone icy. “Then talk.”

Charlotte exhaled deeply, her breath shaky. “It’s no use. Even if I tell you, it won’t matter. There’s no evidence—nothing that can prove it. All the evidence you’ve found so far points to me as the culprit.”

She hesitated for a moment before adding cautiously, “If I tell you, will you let me off?”