Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 650

Charlie's hands were shaking uncontrollably. He couldn’t go to jail—he wouldn't go to jail.

No. No, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Manager Sullivan had promised he’d protect him. He’d said everything would be fine.

But Sarah and Mr. Lambert weren’t bluffing. Everything they’d said had sounded terrifyingly real. What if Sullivan couldn’t actually help him?

“I’m not going to jail,” Charlie muttered, more to himself than anyone else, cold sweat running down his back.

Sarah let out a cold snort. “Oh? And who told you that? Let me guess—you wouldn’t have dared pull a stunt like this on your own. So why don’t you just tell me who put you up to it? Unless you really believe they’ve got the power to save you. Don’t forget—everything that person has came from the Sanders family.”

Charlie froze. The way she said it made it clear—she already knew who was behind it.

“So… if I tell you, does that mean you’ll drop the charges?” Charlie asked, eyes wide with desperation.

Sarah walked over to him slowly, grabbed his arm, and dragged him to the chair, forcing him to sit. She leaned in close, one hand braced on the chair’s backrest. Her presence was suffocating.

“Charlie, you need to start thinking about yourself. If you keep quiet, you’re taking the fall for everything. But if you give me a name, at worst, you’re just an accomplice. And if I’m in a good mood, maybe I won’t even call the police. I might give you a chance to make things right. Sound like a better deal?”

Mr. Lambert’s voice was cold. “Someone like him doesn’t deserve another chance. Call the cops. Make sure he goes to jail and pays back every last cent.”

Charlie’s shoulders trembled. He clenched his fists, lips trembling as he weighed his options. Finally, he cracked.

“Fine! It was Manager Sullivan! He told me to do it! He said if I helped him, I’d get money and a promotion. But if I didn’t, he’d fire me. I swear, I only did it to protect myself!”

The moment Charlie saw him, it was like spotting a lifeline in open water. He grabbed Sullivan’s arm like a madman.

“Boss, please, you have to save me! I’m begging you! I can’t go to jail! They found out everything! I’m screwed! Six million, do you know how much that is?! I could sell myself and still not scrape together that kind of money!”

He was nearly ripping out his own hair now, eyes wild with panic.

Sullivan’s eyes narrowed. “Charlie—look at me. Did you tell them about me?”

Charlie froze. Then shook his head so hard he almost gave himself whiplash.

“No! I didn’t say anything, I swear! Please, Manager Sullivan, I’m begging you. Help me, please! Just give me some money. I can’t go to jail, I can’t!”