The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 213

As the last notes of the song faded away, the audience erupted with applause, calling out for Evan to sing another.

Rebecca watched her son lighting up the stage and smiled, pride shining in her eyes. “That’s my Evan. He’s just incredible.”

Her three other children chimed in at once. “Yeah! Evan’s amazing!”

Aiden joined in, grinning. “Go, Evan—you’ve got this!”

Their voices rang out together, cheering Evan on.

Buoyed by the encouragement from his mom and brothers, Evan sang with even more energy. But he didn’t just sing—he started to dance, too.

As Evan broke into his adorable-yet-cool street dance moves, the crowd went wild. The room buzzed with excited whispers and delighted laughter.

“That kid is just too cute—he’s got some serious moves!”

“I know, right? He’s got the voice and the dance skills. What a little prodigy!”

“He’s so precious, I think my heart just melted!”

“He’s got star power—he’s definitely going places!”

Compliments tumbled over one another as the audience clapped thunderously, the cheers swelling louder and louder. For a moment, Evan’s popularity even seemed to eclipse Michael, the evening’s headliner.

Michael watched Evan’s performance, surprise and pride lighting up his face. He stepped forward to join the boy on stage, playing along and whipping the excitement in the room to a fever pitch.

Meanwhile, Crystal, who had witnessed it all, could barely hide her sour expression. This was supposed to be Michael’s concert, and yet—some kid was stealing the show.

“Hmph. What’s the big deal?” she muttered, jealousy dripping from her voice.

Emily, standing nearby, said quietly, “Come on, Crystal—you have to admit, Rebecca’s little boy really is talented.”

Crystal shot her a glare. “Whose side are you on, anyway?”

Emily shrank back, startled, and didn’t dare say another word.

Dylan’s expression hardened. “And? If there’s a problem with work, we deal with it. The weekend doesn’t change that.”

Internally, Director Porter groaned, but he didn’t dare object. He picked up his phone. “All right, I’ll call Raina and see if she can come in.”

Dylan nodded and went back to his paperwork.

A moment later, Director Porter set his phone down, looking even more uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, Mr. Frost. Raina says she’s not available.”

Dylan’s eyes grew stormy. “Not available? What’s she doing?”

“She says she’s at a concert right now,” Director Porter replied honestly.

“A concert?” Dylan’s frown deepened. “Whose concert?”

Director Porter answered, “It’s Michael’s. And, well, those tickets aren’t cheap. She already bought them, and pulling her away now… it might not be the best idea, sir.”