Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 617

Before Sarah could continue, Manager Sullivan cut in again. "Besides, the entire Sanders organization is now under Melvin Sanders’s control, not old Mr. Sanders' son. I'm curious - why didn't you, as Mr. Sanders' daughter, take charge of the family business? Why leave everything to Melvin? If you claim he has no selfish motives, I won't believe it."

"So you've orchestrated all of this to break free from headquarters' control?" Sarah's eyes were cold as ice.

Manager Sullivan, thinking his reasoning had convinced her, grew more passionate. "Of course! Miss Sanders, if you take Sanders Corp back from Melvin, I'll cooperate fully with your work."

Sarah sneered. "Manager Sullivan, I'm embarrassed for you just hearing that. I know exactly why you want to escape oversight from headquarters. You're the one who spread all those superstitions around the factory, aren't you?"

The workers exchanged confused glances. Recently, some equipment had malfunctioned, while other machines worked fine. What truly terrified everyone were the white shadows seen moving in the workshop late at night. No one dared approach, and those brave enough to investigate found nothing.

If those white shadows were Manager Sullivan's creation, it would explain why no evidence was ever found.

"I have no idea what nonsense you're talking about," Manager Sullivan said coldly.

Mr. Lambert quickly pulled several white sheets from his bag and announced, "These were found in the manager's office. How do you explain this?"

The workers stared at the sheets in shock. Manager Sullivan panicked and denied everything. "You're all lying! You must have planted those sheets to frame me. Besides, I'm the factory manager—why would I do something like this?"

The workers exchanged uncertain glances.

"Yeah, there's no reason for him to do this."

Manager Sullivan didn't dare contradict Sarah publicly. Privately, he was fixated on those white sheets in Mr. Lambert's bag. If there were a thorough investigation, a police report, or any hair found on the sheets, he would be finished.

He couldn't understand why Sarah had suddenly spoken in his defense. He wasn't foolish enough to think she trusted him, but he couldn't figure out her angle.

While the factory issues remained unresolved, a figure slipped out, rushing toward the casino.

As Manager Sullivan returned to his office, he suddenly remembered the five thousand dollars he'd given Charlie. He'd given that money thinking Sarah was dead. Now he needed it back.

He opened his office door just as Sarah was walking toward him.