Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 660

Charlie was now recovering his senses. He pushed himself up from the ground, feeling a sour, aching pain in his stomach.

"Zach, why did you hit me?" Charlie asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Hitting you is getting off easy," Zachary replied coldly.

Charlie ignored him and lunged toward Sarah.

In that split second, everything changed. Sarah fell to the ground, her foot slipping badly, twisting her ankle.

She cried out in pain as she sat on the ground, gripping her ankle tightly. Beads of sweat broke out across her forehead.

"Sarah, what happened? Did you twist your ankle?" Zachary asked anxiously.

He immediately rushed to Sarah, crouched down to examine her ankle, and reached out to touch it.

"Don't touch me!" Sarah jerked away instinctively, sitting on the ground clutching her ankle.

Charlie gave the two of them a long, searching look. He had long suspected there was something unusual between them.

Zachary's expression darkened, looking rather menacing in the gloomy weather.

"Zach, this woman is driving me to my death! I only did this because I had no other choice!" Charlie said, intimidated by Zachary's imposing presence.

Sarah snorted coldly. "Always making excuses. You know exactly what you did. You embezzled company funds, and I was already being merciful by not calling the police. Yet you still planned to kidnap me."

Charlie's eyes darted around nervously, but he persisted stubbornly. "Zach, I know you like this woman. Why don't we work together? You probably don't know her background—her cousin is a decision-maker at Sanders Corporation and is loaded with cash. We're not talking about a few hundred thousand; he has millions, even billions. If we get that money, we can split it! The world is a big place—we could go anywhere and live like kings. With money in our pockets, we'd have nothing to fear."

Those powerful punches landed brutally on Charlie. He curled up on the ground, covering his head and begging for mercy. "Zach, let me go! Please, I'm begging you!"

"Shut up."

The final blow landed directly on Charlie's head, knocking him unconscious.

Zachary stared absently at the injury on Sarah's ankle. "Sasa, your ankle..."

"I don't need your help!" Sarah didn't want to deal with Zachary.

Zachary's face was filled with coldness as he approached Sarah again, his eyes piercing like ice.