Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 655

"Six million… Where the hell am I supposed to get six million?!"

The factory’s demand had nearly scared Charlie senseless. But even faced with that staggering number, not once did it cross his mind to end it all. Guys like him—the ones who never took responsibility—were always the ones clinging to life the hardest, like their sole purpose was to drag others down with them.

Suddenly, his bloodshot eyes lit up like he'd just grabbed hold of his last lifeline. He muttered to himself, voice shaky but growing in conviction, “Wait, no... there’s still one person. We’re brothers. He wouldn’t just leave me like this.”

Zachary had seen this coming from a mile away—he just didn’t think it would take Charlie this long to show up.

Now here he was, on his knees, groveling.

Zachary leaned forward slightly, one brow raised, voice cold enough to cut glass. “Charlie. Give me one good reason I should help you.”

Some people only learned when they were shoved to the edge. And with someone like Charlie, the only way to get anything out of him was to let him squirm.

Charlie, ever the cockroach, wasn’t giving up. “No, no, bro—listen, I still got money, I really do. I can make this work, I swear.”

He fumbled with a crumpled wad of cash, shoving it toward Zachary like it was a gift from heaven. “Look, we just need to hit the tables one more time. We win big, we flip this. Double, triple—hell, maybe a hundred times over!”

Zachary slowly stood upright, towering over him, voice low and unimpressed. “That little stack won’t even get you through the door.”

The light in Charlie’s eyes dimmed instantly. His head drooped. Shoulders slumped. His hands, still dangling at his sides, trembled slightly.

“I’ve been thinking,” he said carefully, watching Zachary’s expression. “I mean… I scraped together the capital, right? So how about we split the winnings fifty-fifty?”

He blinked hard, squeezing out a few tears for effect. “I’m desperate, bro. I owe six million. I’m drowning.”

Zachary didn’t blink. “I’ll help. But let’s be real—six million’s too much. No gambling den in West Ridge deals in numbers like that.”

Charlie waved his hand, too excited to care. “That’s fine! It’s okay!”

He stumbled a little closer, fired up now. “Once we win enough, we skip town. Head to the big city—find a real casino. One that deals in serious money. We win big, and then I’ll come back and pay off the factory.”