The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 136

Dylan frowned slightly, replying curtly, “Got it.”

Jonas didn’t seem reassured. “Don’t brush me off, Dylan. I’m counting on you this time—everything’s riding on you.”

Dylan’s tone grew more impatient. “I know what I’m doing. Go catch your flight.”

But Jonas still wouldn’t hang up. “Oh, and Dylan, one more thing.”

Dylan’s brow furrowed deeper, his voice dropping. “Make it quick.”

Jonas hurried on, “I haven’t heard from my angel yet. If she shows up at Frost Group to apply for the secretary position, it’s definitely because she’s coming after me. Promise you’ll let me know if you see her—I’ll come straight back! This is the first time I’ve felt this way about anyone; I can’t just let love slip through my fingers.”

Dylan couldn’t help but think Jonas was dreaming. With the way Jonas carried himself, did he really think any girl would fall for him? Still, Dylan didn’t want to crush his friend’s enthusiasm. So he replied, half-heartedly, “Alright, I’ll let you know.”

Only then did Jonas sound satisfied. “Thanks, Dylan. I’m counting on you—just wait for my good news.” With that, he finally hung up.

Dylan pocketed his phone, his lips pressed into a thin, resigned line.

“That kid’s always got his head in the clouds,” he muttered to himself.

He’d sent Jonas to train at Veridia for a reason—there was no way he’d let him come back just to slack off.

As Dylan approached the elevator, a bodyguard beside him pressed the button.

With a soft chime, the elevator doors slid open, and a lively group spilled out, chatting and laughing.

Below sharply defined brows, his eyes were cool and piercing, like a deep, shadowed lake you’d hesitate to look too long into.

At that moment, his face was unreadable—a flawless, icy mask.

He narrowed his eyes, scanning the group with a detached, almost scrutinizing gaze.

Then, suddenly, his attention caught on a woman standing at the very back of the elevator. His brow drew together, almost involuntarily.

Her? Jonas’s so-called angel.

What was she doing here?