Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 672

“But I already gave you the evidence yesterday! If you go to East Coast now and never come back, what am I supposed to do?” Charlie asked anxiously.

Of course, what he was really worried about wasn’t Sarah — what terrified him was the people behind that factory. If any of those people were still alive, and they found out he was the one who spilled the truth, there was no telling what they might do to him.

“You’ve got risk it to get it,” Zachary said calmly. “I already told you I’d pay you. I’m not the type to go back on my word. Did you forget how I took you to the gambling and helped you win money? And you’re still worried I’ll cheat you?”

“Zac, it’s not that I don’t trust you — you’re the one person I trust most in this world. It’s just that things are getting dangerous. If I can’t get the money soon and get out of here, I might be the next dead man,” Charlie said, his voice trembling.

But just then, a cold female voice cut in.

“Charlie, after everything you’ve done, where exactly do you think you’re going to run?”

The front door swung open.

Sarah walked in, flanked by several police officers.

Charlie’s face went pale. He looked past her, panicking. “Sarah, what… what’s the meaning of this?”

One of the officers stepped forward and grabbed him. “Charlie, you are under arrest for intentionally damaging property worth over six million. Come with us for questioning.”

Charlie stared at Sarah in disbelief. “You lied to me! You promised that if I raised enough money within a month to pay you back, you wouldn’t call the police!”

Sarah looked at him coldly. “And have you forgotten all the lovely things you did before that? You tried to kidnap me. You ruined your own chance. I don’t owe you anything.”

She didn’t even bother wasting any more words on him.

The police had already slapped the handcuffs on Charlie.

“Move.”

Charlie struggled wildly, trying to break free. “Zac! Zac, help me!”

If he was really some poor victim… why would he willingly return to the very town where he’d witnessed so many people die?

Charlie froze in place, completely stunned.

“So I’ve been played this whole time… Everything was fake. You’re not even really a detective.”

Zachary didn’t even bother explaining. “I don’t owe you an explanation. But let me tell you one thing — calling the police and having you locked up was the only way to keep you safe. Like you said yourself, you never know when death might come knocking.”

With that, Zachary gave him a cold, mocking smile — and walked away without another glance.

Charlie’s terrified eyes followed him until the police dragged him out.

Zachary and Sarah exchanged a glance.

Sarah stretched lazily. “Looks like you’ve found out everything you wanted to know. Ready to leave?”