The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 192

Dylan frowned slightly. “You saw her? Where did you run into her?”

Fitch could barely contain his excitement. He spoke so quickly his words nearly tripped over themselves. “It was wild—we just bumped into each other by chance, right on the street...”

He paused, taking a deep breath to compose himself, though his voice still trembled with excitement. “Dylan, I’m telling you, I recognized her instantly. It was her. I couldn’t be mistaken.”

Dylan listened quietly on the other end, an uneasy feeling creeping over him.

Fitch pressed on, even more worked up. “And I found out her name—she’s called Renee.”

Dylan was silent for a moment, hesitant. “Renee? Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure!” Fitch snapped back without hesitation. “Dylan, this time I know I’m right. There’s no way I could be wrong.”

There was another pause before Dylan replied.

Impatient, Fitch blurted out in his best bossy tone, “Alright, I’m giving you five minutes—find out everything you can about her for me.”

Dylan was silent for a few more seconds before finally replying, “I’m busy. I don’t have time for that.”

Fitch immediately grew anxious. “I’m not asking you to do it yourself. Call your assistant, have him look into it.”

Dylan’s voice was just as calm as before. “My assistant’s busy too.”

Fitch gritted his teeth. “Dylan, I get it. You just don’t want to help me. Fine. If you’re not going to help, I’ll do it myself.”

“Suit yourself,” Dylan said, and hung up.

Fitch stared at his phone, muttering, “Hmph, who needs your help anyway? I can handle this on my own.”

But Fitch refused to give up. “No way. I think she’s testing me. I’m not quitting. I’ve got a gut feeling this time—I’ll find her, I know it.”

Dylan could only sigh. “Alright, keep looking. Good luck.”

No sooner had he ended the call than Rebecca walked into the executive office.

She handed over a stack of documents, and as Dylan took them, his gaze lingered on her face for several seconds.

Rebecca froze, confused. “Sir, is there something on my face?”

Dylan snapped out of it, a trace of awkwardness crossing his face. “No, nothing.”

She frowned, mumbling under her breath, “Then why were you staring at me like that?”