The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 201

Rebecca Thomson breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Fitch Russell hadn’t followed her.

She quickly pulled out her phone and called her driver, glancing nervously over her shoulder every so often as she waited, half-afraid Fitch would pop up out of nowhere again.

When the car finally arrived, she slid into the back seat and told the driver, “Take the long way back to Sunset Villa Estates.”

The last thing she wanted was for Fitch to find out where she lived and show up uninvited again.

As soon as she stepped through the door at Sunset Villa Estates, four little ones came sprinting toward her.

“Mommy, how come you’re home a bit late today?” Aiden asked, his wide eyes full of curiosity.

Rebecca ruffled his hair with a gentle smile. “Mommy had a few things to take care of, that’s all.”

Her kids, understanding as always, didn’t press for details.

Just then, Evan bounded forward, practically bursting with excitement. He held out a shiny medal and announced proudly, “Mom, look! I won first place in the singing contest at kindergarten!”

Rebecca crouched down to take a closer look at the medal, then planted a kiss on Evan’s cheek. “That’s amazing, Evan. I’m so proud of you.”

Evan grinned, waving his hand as if to brush off the praise. “Aw, it was nothing.”

His playful swagger made it seem like winning awards was old hat for him.

Rebecca had known for a while that Evan had a real gift for music—a little prodigy in the making. Since he was so interested, she’d arranged for musicians to give him lessons and had even taken him out to Veridia to meet the world-renowned vocalist, Mr. Marshall Ferber.

Mr. Ferber had praised Evan on the spot, calling him a rare talent.

Evan had more than lived up to expectations, collecting trophies from one singing competition after another.

Mr. Ferber was waiting for them, beaming as he stepped outside to greet them. He wore an elegant robe, his white hair lending him an air of wisdom, but his eyes sparkled with youthful energy.

“Well, look who it is! Long time no see, young man,” he said warmly.

“Good afternoon, sir,” Evan replied, looking very dapper in his tiny suit and bow tie—every inch the little gentleman.

Mr. Ferber walked over and affectionately patted Evan’s head, then led the way inside, chatting cheerfully.

Rebecca followed them into the grand foyer. The space was tastefully decorated, with art and photographs lining the walls—mementos from Mr. Ferber’s extraordinary musical career.

As they walked, Mr. Ferber continued his conversation with Evan.

“So, Evan, I hear you’ve been in quite a few competitions lately—and winning, no less. That’s wonderful to hear,” he said with a broad smile.