Semua Bab Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Bab 611 - Bab 620

Though angry when they met at West Ridge, Charlie was still thinking about Zachary's money. He wanted to take the medicine and catch up, but the pharmacist haven’t called out his name yet.In the hospital corridor, Sarah hurried away, desperate to avoid Zachary.But why was Zachary with Charlie? That guy was always hanging out in gambling dens.Why was Zachary even in West Ridge? When Charlie had called her name earlier, Sarah had jumped. There were no footsteps behind her now, so she leaned against the wall, catching her breath. She held her chest, her heart pounding."What's wrong?" Zachary asked.Sarah's pupils dilated in shock. He had caught up to her. She couldn’t look at him. "I’m fine," she said softly."Sasa, you’re pale. You should lie back down on your bed," he insisted.Sarah took a few steps to the side. "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Reynolds. I’ll head back now.""Sasa, I…" His words trailed off, but Sarah was already walking away.After her fever broke and

The next morning after the storm, the yard was flooded with water reaching up to mid-calf.Sarah had slept through the night, but now awake, her head throbbed and her eyes were swollen like balloons."It hurts..." she murmured, touching her eyes gingerly.As she rubbed her aching head, memories of the previous night flooded back.She recalled the roof that Charlie had supposedly fixed still leaking badly - deliberately, she realized. Even in her half-conscious state, she clearly remembered someone carrying her away.Wait...Where was she?Looking around, she found herself in a bright, clean room - nothing like the village accommodations.Before she could figure it out, the door opened and Zachary entered carrying a bowl.It hit her then - the soaked clothes, the faint cedar scent - it was Zachary who had rescued her last night."You're awake? Drink this," he said, setting the bowl before her, his voice gentle.Sarah accepted it. It was warm ginger tea.After drinking half,

Manager Sullivan’s face lit up with excitement, but he had to ask, "Did you see her body?""Manager, last night I made sure to poke more holes in that already leaky roof. Just as expected, the house collapsed during the night. The thunder was so loud nobody heard a thing. By now, she's definitely buried under the rubble. Enough time has passed - she's already dead," Charlie said confidently.Still looking concerned, Manager Sullivan asked, "Did Mr. Lambert know it too?”"Mr. Lambert? He doesn't know anything yet. But by the time he finds out, it'll be too late," Charlie replied with a smirk.Manager Sullivan patted his shoulder, then pointed at the injuries on his face. "What happened there?"Charlie was forthcoming. In fact, he hoped Manager Sullivan might help him."Manager, I went to the gambling den a few days ago and lost some money. My wife wouldn't give me more - she hid it so well I couldn't find it. So I went back yesterday, and before I could even reach the table, I..."

Before Sarah could continue, Manager Sullivan cut in again. "Besides, the entire Sanders organization is now under Melvin Sanders’s control, not old Mr. Sanders' son. I'm curious - why didn't you, as Mr. Sanders' daughter, take charge of the family business? Why leave everything to Melvin? If you claim he has no selfish motives, I won't believe it.""So you've orchestrated all of this to break free from headquarters' control?" Sarah's eyes were cold as ice.Manager Sullivan, thinking his reasoning had convinced her, grew more passionate. "Of course! Miss Sanders, if you take Sanders Corp back from Melvin, I'll cooperate fully with your work."Sarah sneered. "Manager Sullivan, I'm embarrassed for you just hearing that. I know exactly why you want to escape oversight from headquarters. You're the one who spread all those superstitions around the factory, aren't you?"The workers exchanged confused glances. Recently, some equipment had malfunctioned, while other machines worked fine.

As Charlie played, he remembered the man who had helped him when he was beaten. Could he really win tens of thousands like that man had?The thought intrigued him. If that man could help him, these few thousand might multiply many times over.Some bystanders, seeing his desperate situation, tried to intervene. "Stop, you're about to lose everything. Do you really want to go broke?"Charlie's eyes remained fixed on the cards. "No, I'm going to win! This round is mine!"Focused on the money pile on the table, he gripped his last five hundred dollars and placed one hundred on the small bet. "Small!"People around him goaded him. "The Wesler family is so rich, why bet just a hundred? You bet a thousand at the other table!"Zachary, watching from the sidelines, exchanged a subtle glance with the dealer and added, "At least bet two hundred."Charlie hesitated, then threw down another two hundred. "Fine, two hundred it is!"Unsurprisingly, he lost again.He stared at the remaining th