The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 15

Rebecca fixed her gaze on the man in front of her and spoke again, her voice earnest. “I really am sorry, sir. Could you please tell me how much I owe you for the damages?”

She pulled out her phone, opening her banking app, hoping to settle the matter with money. But it was clear the man wasn’t interested in a quick payoff.

He let out a derisive snort. “My time is valuable. Do you really think you can just throw a little cash at me and make this go away?”

Rebecca felt a lump form in her throat. This guy was definitely not someone easy to deal with. She softened her tone, trying to appease him. “Alright, then. Just name your price—how much do you think your time is worth? I’ll pay it all.”

Dylan turned to look at her, which he rarely bothered to do.

Bold words, he thought, but at least she was owning up and trying to make amends. He didn’t see the point in dragging this out over something so trivial—he had more important things to do.

After a moment’s thought, he pulled up the payment screen on his phone. “The tire, at market price, is $60,000. My time? Two million. So the total is $2,060,000.”

“Two… two million?” Rebecca’s eyes widened in disbelief. Did this man think his time was made of gold? What kind of scam was this?

Dylan glanced at her and explained, “Every second I spend talking to you could be earning me thousands. I was on my way to sign a multi-million dollar contract. Thanks to the blown tire, I’m now running late. So tell me—do you still think two million is too much?”

“N-no… not at all…” Rebecca stammered, guilt gnawing at her, unable to protest. After all, money wasn’t an issue for her. If that’s what it took, so be it.

With a tight jaw, she transferred the hefty sum through her banking app. “Consider the extra as compensation for your—emotional distress. Keep the change.”

With that, Rebecca spun on her heel and strode away, high heels snapping against the pavement.

Dylan glanced at the new balance on his phone, his lips twitching in disbelief.

Two and a half million?

His driver, peering over curiously, broke into a grin. “Didn’t expect her to be so generous, sir. She just wired you… two and a half million dollars.”

Was she trying to insult the boss with that number?

Dylan shot him a frosty look. “Drive.”

The driver shut up and hurried into the car.

Dylan glanced at the caller ID and answered. A deep voice rumbled through the speaker, “Dylan, get over here. Now.”

Dylan’s brows furrowed. “Grandpa, is something urgent? I’m on my way to sign a contract.”

Mr. Hugh Austin’s tone was unyielding. “Forget the contract. Your personal life comes first.”

“My personal life?” Dylan was baffled.

“That’s right. I’ve already found you a fiancée. Get home immediately. We need to discuss your wedding.”

Dylan’s face darkened. “Grandpa, my marriage is none of your concern.”

“Do you still want to inherit the Austin family fortune? If you want my thirty percent stake, you’ll get yourself home right now!”

With that, the old man hung up, leaving Dylan no chance to argue.

Dylan stared at his phone, his expression stormy as night.