The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 257

Rebecca had just reached the end of her workday and was packing up to go home when Dylan unexpectedly roped her into a charity event.

Inwardly, she cursed her heartless boss.

Sitting in the car, Rebecca looked less than pleased. She couldn’t fathom why Dylan had dragged her to some charity gala after hours.

Dylan, on the other hand, sat with a stern expression, as if he was deep in thought over some pressing matter.

Suddenly, he broke the silence. “This event is hosted by the Gellar family.”

Rebecca frowned, puzzled. “The Gellar family? Who’s that supposed to be?”

She didn’t have the faintest idea who the Gellars were, nor did she understand why Dylan was taking this so seriously.

Dylan narrowed his eyes, launching into an explanation. “The Gellars are a powerhouse, both in business and politics. Three generations in public office—practically institution. They’ve got connections everywhere. Building a good relationship with them would be a huge advantage for the company.”

Rebecca couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows.

So that’s why he cares so much. No wonder Dylan was practically treating this event like a matter of life and death.

But if he wanted to cozy up to the Gellars, why drag her along?

“Mr. Sinclair, I’m flattered you think so highly of me. Are you planning to introduce me to the Gellars or something?”

Dylan glanced at her, brow furrowing. “You’ve got it all wrong. Why would I introduce the Gellars to my assistant?”

Rebecca fell silent.

“Then why bring me?”

Everywhere she went, she could hear people whispering about her. The society wives gave her icy, disdainful looks, their eyes full of judgment.

The endless gossip grated on her nerves, and she stalked through the hall with barely contained fury, her expression so stormy it could have started a downpour.

Just then, a hapless waiter passed by, balancing a tray of drinks—only to accidentally spill a glass of red wine all over her dress.

Her beautiful gown was instantly marred by an ugly stain. Crystal’s temper erupted.

“Are you blind? Watch where you’re going!” she snapped. The waiter, mortified, stammered out apologies.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am. It was an accident, I swear.”

Crystal clenched her jaw, ready to unleash another tirade, but the waiter hurriedly added, “Ma’am, Ms. Gellar has arranged for spare dresses for the guests. If you’d like, I can show you where to change.”