The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 135

Isabella threw her head back with a dramatic sigh. “Oh, come on! That stings. I work myself to the bone every day just for a paycheck, and here you are—rich as can be, yet you want to ‘experience real life’ for fun!”

Rebecca chuckled. “Listen, Bella, don’t mention this to William, okay? If he finds out, he’ll make it front-page news. Besides, I’m not even using my real name this time—no one will recognize me.”

Isabella let out another sigh. “Alright, alright. But you’d better be careful. If anything goes wrong, promise me you’ll call me right away.”

Rebecca’s voice softened, full of gratitude. “Don’t worry, Bella. Having a friend like you is the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

After hanging up, Rebecca took a deep breath, her nerves settling just a little.

“Raina!”

The HR assistant poked her head out, calling the next candidate. Rebecca inhaled, straightened her blouse, smoothed her hair, and walked confidently into the interview room.

Inside, the interviewers sat with serious expressions, watching as Rebecca smiled and greeted them before introducing herself.

“Good morning, everyone. My name is Raina—here’s my résumé.”

The interviewers took her documents and began to leaf through them. At first, their faces betrayed no emotion, but soon their eyes widened with surprise.

Rebecca’s résumé was nothing short of dazzling. She’d graduated from a world-renowned university, top of her class—a bona fide prodigy. Not only that, but she was also a celebrated designer in the industry. Her past work was acclaimed for its creativity and flawless attention to detail.

And as if that weren’t enough, she was a true artist—trained in ballet since childhood, and equally accomplished in music, painting, and more, with awards to prove it.

One of the interviewers couldn’t help but exclaim, “Ms. Raina, your credentials are simply outstanding.”

The rest of the interview went on with more questions, which Rebecca answered with calm composure. Her performance seemed to leave the panel quietly impressed.

When it was over, she walked out of the room, feeling that she’d done quite well.

At that very moment, Dylan stepped out of his car and strode into the Frost Group headquarters, trailed by four bodyguards.

He carried himself with effortless confidence—tall, steady, and radiating an unmistakable air of authority.

As soon as he entered the lobby, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen: Jonas.

“Dylan, I’m about to board my flight,” Jonas’s voice buzzed through the line, brimming with anticipation. “I’m heading to Veridia to expand the project. I’m counting on you to keep everything in line here—make sure the Frost Group’s numbers soar while I’m gone.”