Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 624

Sarah went to West Ridge? Vivian's face gradually darkened. She thought she now knew where Zachary had gone.

At the West Ridge factory, Charlie was called into Manager Sullivan’s office the next morning.

"Useless! You said she was dead, but she's completely fine! She made me look like a fool, and you had the nerve to disappear? Where were you yesterday?" Manager Sullivan’s eyes narrowed.

Charlie cowered. "Yesterday, I... I went to the gambling den.”

"Where's the money? You didn't complete the job, and you dare not return my money? Five thousand dollars - I want every cent back!"

"Manager, I..."

Manager Sullivan was so furious he nearly threw his cup to the floor. "Don't tell me you lost it all?"

Charlie quickly pulled out the remaining money from his pocket. "Manager, I didn't lose everything! There's still a thousand!"

Manager Sullivan took the money and pulled out a knife, tapping Charlie's face with the blade. "People make thoughtless decisions in the heat of the moment. While gambling, you should have remembered this money would need to be repaid. You're still four thousand short. If you can't pay it back, don't bother coming to work again."

Charlie's eyes widened. He'd expected anger, but not such severe consequences.

"Manager! You can't do this to me! I've worked at the factory for years, always helping you. You can't just kick me out! Sarah's still staying at my house - I'll have another chance!"

"Get me the money first," Manager Sullivan demanded harshly.

His frustration over Sarah had put him in a foul mood, and he was taking it out on Charlie.

"Manager, I'll get the money right away!" Charlie left nervously.

In another office, Sarah sat at a desk piled with years of reports.

He glanced at the files scattered across her desk. "Miss Sanders, why not visit the workshop this afternoon?"

"Good idea." Why did he want her to go to the workshop? What was he trying to tell her?

"Miss Sanders, you may not fully trust me, but believe this: I would never harm old Mr. Sanders' daughter. Not just me - all the long-time factory workers feel the same way." Mr. Lambert said earnestly.

Sarah opened the lunch box, the rich aroma awakening her hunger.

"I understand, Mr. Lambert."

She did understand - she couldn't fully trust anyone.

At three o'clock, Sarah and Mr. Lambert entered the workshop. Due to equipment issues, only one production line was running, and she noticed all the workers were in their fifties and sixties.