The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 215

At this moment, Dylan was already behind the wheel, making his way toward the concert hall.

As he neared the venue, he realized that every street for miles was packed with people—shoulder to shoulder, a sprawling sea of fans. There wasn’t a single parking spot in sight.

He circled the area for ages before finally managing to squeeze his car into a tiny slot.

By the time he locked up and hurried toward the arena, the concert was almost over. Michael was already performing his final song.

Not even three minutes passed before the music faded out. Dylan hadn’t even found a place to sit before the concert ended.

A wave of frustration washed over him.

He stood in the corridor as the crowd began to pour out, the noise and chatter swelling all around him. The chaos only made his mood worse.

Dylan frowned, regretting his decision to come. Maybe this was a mistake.

Nearby, a few excited fans gushed about the show.

“Oh my God, Michael was incredible! That concert was next-level!”

“Seriously, every song hit me right in the feels. The last one—wow, I almost cried.”

“And did you see that adorable little kid on stage? So cute!”

Meanwhile, backstage, Rebecca had rounded up the four little ones and led them straight to Michael.

The kids immediately flung themselves into his arms, squealing, “Uncle Michael! Uncle Michael!” over and over.

Michael gathered them up in a big bear hug, his arms somehow managing to hold all four at once.

“Whew! Wasn’t your Uncle Michael awesome up there? Did I rock it? Was I cool? You all proud of me?”

The kids, seeing how happy he was, couldn’t bear to burst his bubble. They instantly launched into a chorus of exaggerated praise.

“Uncle Michael, you were amazing! You’re our hero!”

Michael was absolutely beaming, especially with the noise of fans still screaming outside the dressing room. He looked like he might float right up to the ceiling.

“Hear that? All those people out there—they’re Uncle Michael’s fans!” he said, grinning with pride.

But in the very next moment, the fans seized their chance and burst through the door.

“Evan! Evan! Evan!!” they chanted in unison. “We’re your fans, Evan!”

“Evan, can I take a picture with you?”

“I’m not Evan, I’m Noah!” Noah protested, dodging a stuffed animal as another fan shoved it into his arms.

The ever-practical Ethan, only interested in food, shouted, “I don’t want toys—I want chocolate!”

Aiden, cheeks flushed as he was surrounded, cried, “I’m Aiden! You’ve got the wrong guy!”

The real Evan kept his cool, calling out, “Hey, don’t push! If you want a photo, line up, okay?”

But the fans paid no attention, crowding in as they waved notebooks and pens at him.

Rebecca was caught off guard by the sudden chaos, doing her best to shield the four boys. “Everyone, calm down! Please don’t push—watch out for the children!”

But the fans’ enthusiasm was unstoppable. The room was a whirlwind of noise and confusion.

Michael stood off to the side, looking helpless and embarrassed. He’d never imagined that after all the work he’d put into this concert, his little nephews would end up stealing the spotlight.

“Everybody quiet!” Michael finally shouted, his voice stern. “You’re going to scare the kids!”