Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 652

Hearing Charlie’s threats, Manager Sullivan only laughed harder.

“You really think someone like you could take me down?” he sneered. “I told you before—I’ve got people backing me. Did you really think I’d go into this without covering my own ass? Even if Sarah knows, so what? I’ll just laugh at your stupidity. You don’t even know who’s behind me, and you still dared to snitch? Don’t worry—you’ll find out soon enough. Some people aren’t to be messed with.”

Charlie’s grin disappeared. “We’ll see.”

Manager Sullivan gave him one last cold glance. “Here’s a piece of advice—watch your back. If you’d kept your mouth shut, you’d only have Sarah and Mr. Lambert gunning for you. But now? You’ve pissed me off too. Tell me—how do you expect to survive in West Ridge after this?”

With that, he turned and strode back toward the factory, leaving Charlie standing there in the dust, rattled by what he’d just heard.

Because the truth was… Charlie had no idea who Manager Sullivan’s backers were. And from the sound of it, they might be people even Sarah wouldn’t dare cross.

But none of that changed the fact: he still had to come up with six million. Even if he sold his house—sold his whole family—he couldn’t scrape together that kind of money.

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Back inside the factory, Sarah was staring at the security footage on her phone—Charlie’s confession playing in full.

She glanced at Mr. Lambert. “With this video, we can finally take Sullivan down, right?”

Lambert frowned. “Not necessarily. Don’t forget—he’s backed by Mrs. Sanders. That woman’s no pushover.”

Sarah’s heart sank. Melvin’s mother. Yeah. That was going to get messy. She couldn’t just go at her head-on.

“Then for now, let’s start by suspending Sullivan,” she said calmly.

“What the hell is this supposed to mean? What did I even do?”

Sarah hadn’t said a word yet, but Mr. Lambert stood up, his voice stern. “You really don’t know what you’ve done?”

Manager Sullivan didn’t flinch. In fact, he leaned back in the chair across from Sarah, more arrogant than ever.

“Then go ahead,” he said coolly. “Tell me what crime I’m being accused of that justifies suspending me. And by the way—last I checked, Miss Sanders holds no official position at Sanders Group. You’re just here on a field visit. You don’t have the authority to suspend anyone.”

Sarah didn’t even blink. She calmly reached for her phone and played the footage—Charlie’s voice filling the room, his confession as clear as day.

“Manager Sullivan,” she said, voice like ice, “sabotaging company property is a criminal offense. People go to prison for that.”