Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 648

Holding onto the cash, Charlie couldn't stop thinking: if he brought this to the gambling den with Zachary by his side, they could easily multiply it. All he had to do tonight was take one more risk.

Before long, it was past midnight—2 a.m. to be exact—when Charlie crept into the factory. Everyone was asleep by then, including the guard out front, slumped over in exhaustion.

The workshop was dark and quiet. Spotting the three machines almost immediately, Charlie felt a wave of relief wash over him. He quickly got to work, removing the last screw and prying open the outer shell. With a wrench in hand, he began fiddling inside—until something felt off.

He paused.

A couple nights ago, he'd gone out of his way to destroy these machines. He'd been shocked when the technician said they could still be repaired, but he brushed it off. Maybe the guy was just good. Maybe tech was just that advanced now.

But now he realized—these machines had never been broken.

They hadn't been repaired. They were never damaged in the first place.

He'd been set up.

Panicked, Charlie scrambled to reverse everything. He shoved the casing back on, reattached the screws, made it look untouched, and bolted out of the factory.

The next morning, as soon as he stepped onto factory grounds, Mr. Lambert flagged him down.

"Charlie, got a minute?"

"I, uh, I've got something urgent. Can we talk later?" Charlie blurted, already turning to leave.

But Mr. Lambert grabbed his arm. "Don't run. Miss Sanders has something important to discuss with you."

Charlie's heart sank, but he had no choice. He followed Mr. Lambert into Sarah's office, trying to calm his nerves. The door shut behind them with a quiet click.

The figure grew closer.

Clearer.

Until the face lit up in night vision—Charlie's face. Plain as day.

Charlie's breath caught in his throat. He fought the urge to snatch the phone and hurl it across the room.

He didn't speak. And Sarah didn't need him to.

"Charlie," she said calmly, her voice razor-sharp, "the footage is crystal clear. It shows you sneaking into the workshop at 2 a.m. You want to tell me the person who tried to sabotage the equipment the other night wasn't you?"