The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 105

Noah’s brow furrowed as he struggled to stay calm. He grabbed Ethan and Evan’s hands, his voice steady but urgent. “Don’t panic. Let’s think this through and figure something out.”

Aiden limped over, his scraped knee still throbbing with pain. His lower lip trembled as he fought back tears. “Are we just supposed to go home like this? I still want to see Dad…”

Ethan huffed, anger flashing in his eyes. “See him for what? He doesn’t even care about us! Why should we bother looking for him?”

Evan nodded fiercely. “Yeah! Let’s just go home to Mom. I don’t ever want to talk to that mean old dad again.”

Just then, a sleek black car rolled out of the Austin Group’s underground garage.

Aiden’s eyes lit up. He pointed, hope sparking in his voice. “Wait! Maybe that’s Dad’s car!”

But the car didn’t slow down. It sped past them, disappearing down the street.

Ethan squinted, then scowled, grinding his teeth. “That’s the jerk uncle’s car.”

Aiden blinked, confused. “Jerk uncle?”

Ethan explained, “That guy who yelled at us last time, saying we didn’t have a dad and nobody taught us any manners. I slashed his tires, and he went and tattled to Mom, so she punished me. I remember that car—no mistake.”

Noah nodded. “I remember too.”

“So… what if our dad is that jerk uncle?” Aiden’s brow creased with worry. “What are we supposed to do now?”

Noah thought for a moment, then said, “Let’s go to the old house.”

Evan looked puzzled. “Why go there? Dad might not even be there.”

“Where are you now? I’ll send someone right away!”

“Right outside the Austin Group building.”

“Got it! Sit tight!”

Ethan hung up and grinned. “All sorted! Let’s go.”

The four kids piled into the car, telling their driver, Louis, to take them straight to the old family estate.

Meanwhile, not long after, a black Jeep screeched to a halt in front of the Austin Group headquarters. Samuel Thomson’s men poured out and stormed into the building without hesitation, quickly rounding up the security guards and receptionist for a little payback.

Each one wore black from head to toe, faces masked, moving with the precision and force of a special ops team. The guards never stood a chance—they were left sprawling, while the receptionist shrieked in terror. Chaos erupted in the lobby; employees scattered in every direction, panic taking over as no one could quite believe what was happening.