The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 125

The tech department had received the alert and immediately tried to trace the origin of the message, hunting for any possible clues. But whoever was behind it had wiped their tracks so thoroughly, there wasn’t a single thread to follow.

“How are we supposed to investigate this? There’s not the slightest lead!” someone grumbled in frustration.

“Forget it. This ‘GigglesBub’ is way out of our league. And that Babyville Clan too—best not to cross them. Mr. Austin got himself into this mess; let him figure it out!”

“….”

Inside the executive office, the atmosphere was tense and heavy.

The moment Dylan read the message, his face darkened, the veins on his forehead standing out.

“Babyville Clan? Who the hell are they? When have I ever picked a fight with this so-called Babyville Clan?”

From the side, Dennis tried to offer some comfort in a low voice. “Sir, this GigglesBub is clearly just talking nonsense. Everyone in the company knows you’ve never bullied anyone. Your character is beyond reproach!”

Dylan was silent for a moment, considering. Then he spoke coldly, “Didn’t the receptionist and security at the front desk hassle Rebecca’s son yesterday?”

Dennis nodded. “That’s true, but didn’t Samuel already step in and take care of payback for his four nephews?”

The next moment, a light went on in Dennis’s eyes. “So this GigglesBub—could they be someone the Thomson family hired? Still trying to get even for Samuel and his nephews?”

Dylan’s voice was icy. “Seems likely. No one but the Thomsons would have the resources to hire a top-tier hacker for this level of retaliation.”

“But why would the Thomsons go this far?” Dennis asked, puzzled.

Dylan frowned, analyzing the situation. “Samuel’s always been fiercely protective of his family. If his nephews were wronged, he’d never just let it go. And since I took back the project last night, maybe he feels his earlier revenge wasn’t enough—or maybe he just wants to send me a stronger warning.”

Dylan’s expression was stone cold. “Go tell Rebecca to keep an eye on her son. From now on, he and those boys are not to mess around in this company anymore.”

Dennis hesitated. “Sir, is it really okay to be so direct? I mean, you’re their stepfather—technically, they’re your sons too…”

Dylan narrowed his eyes, a glint of steel flashing within. “I want the Thomsons to know I’m not letting this slide—but there’s no need to burn every bridge just yet. They may have some clout, but I’m not someone to be trifled with either. Just make sure they get the message, but don’t escalate things further.”

Understanding Dylan’s intent, Dennis nodded quickly. “Understood, sir. I’ll handle it carefully.”

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Sunset Villa Estates.

After finishing their breakfast sandwiches, the four little rascals were bundled into the car by Rebecca. The driver took them off to preschool, and Rebecca watched as the car disappeared down the drive, finally letting out a quiet sigh of relief.