The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 186

The sudden move startled Mr. Olson, and for a moment, he actually behaved himself.

He forced a sheepish smile and said, “Miss Raina, you’re stronger than you look.”

Rebecca ignored him, sauntering off to the side. “Yes, Mr. Olson. I’ve trained in boxing and kickboxing with my friend Samuel,” she said coolly.

As she spoke, Rebecca glanced over her shoulder at Dylan.

He sat there, calm as ever, the perfect picture of detachment—immaculate suit, not a wrinkle in sight, cigarette poised between his fingers, watching the scene unfold with a cold, indifferent gaze.

Rebecca seethed inwardly. That damn Dylan. He’d left her here to deal with this creep—was he trying to sell her out?

He had to have known what kind of man Mr. Olson was. That’s why he’d sent her to play tennis with him—soften him up, clinch the deal.

She’d heard of this kind of thing all the time in business: bosses sacrificing their secretaries just to land a contract.

Was Dylan that kind of scumbag too?

Now that Mr. Olson knew Rebecca wasn’t exactly defenseless, he toned it down—at least for a while. But it didn’t last. Soon enough, he was sidling up to her again.

He inched closer, leering, and said, “Miss Raina, if I were Mr. Austin, having a secretary like you around would make work a whole lot more… motivating.”

Rebecca frowned and took a step back. “Mr. Olson, please show some respect.”

He acted as though he hadn’t heard her, moving in even closer. “Come on, Miss Raina, no need to be so distant. Let’s play together, get to know each other better—I’m sure you’ll find it rewarding.”

Dylan’s polite smile never wavered, but his tone left no room for argument. “We’ve been on the court for quite a while, Mr. Olson. Let’s not neglect the real reason we’re here.”

Mr. Olson forced a smile and nodded, conceding. “Alright, let’s discuss the deal.”

The three of them moved to the lounge area and sat down. Dylan wasted no time. “Mr. Olson, have you given more thought to the partnership we discussed?”

Mr. Olson took a sip of his drink. “Your proposal’s not bad, Mr. Austin, but…”

Dylan arched an eyebrow. “If you have concerns, Mr. Olson, please be direct.”

Mr. Olson glanced at Dylan, then at Rebecca, his gaze lingering just a little too long on her, before finally replying, “Mr. Austin, your proposal is solid overall. But if you were willing to make a few more concessions, I think we could come to an agreement.”