The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 293

“Uncle, can I talk to you about something?” Dylan tapped his fingers on the table, speaking in his usual unhurried way.

Chairman Frost’s brow furrowed with concern. “Is something wrong? Are you in trouble?”

Dylan shook his head, his expression calm. “Not at all. It’s just that the company’s picked up a few new projects lately. If you’re interested, I’m happy to hand them over to you.”

Chairman Frost let out a hearty laugh. “How could I say no to opportunities delivered right to my door?”

They chatted for a while longer.

“Don’t worry, Uncle. I’ll have someone dedicated to follow up on everything. I’ll make sure these projects go off without a hitch.”

Chairman Frost nodded, visibly reassured. “With you handling things, I can finally let myself relax.”

He paused, then added with a chuckle, “You know, Dylan, you have no idea how reckless Jonas used to be—always acting out, never taking anything seriously. But lately, he’s really matured, and I know it’s all thanks to you.”

Dylan replied evenly, “You give me too much credit, Uncle. Jonas is naturally sharp; he just needed a bit of guidance. Besides, we grew up together—it’s only right we look out for each other.”

Chairman Frost waved him off. “Alright, no need to keep praising him. I know what kind of kid he is.” He sighed, voice suddenly warm. “Dylan, you’ve always been the one I trust most. Now, with the company thriving under your leadership, this old man can finally rest easy.”

After hanging up, Dylan dialed Director Porter.

“Director Porter, I need you to take care of something. The usual business will stay with Raina; as for Garcia, just assign her some minor tasks for now.” Dylan’s voice was clear and to the point.

Director Porter answered promptly, “Understood, sir. I’ll see to it right away.”

He wasted no time. As soon as the call ended, he tracked down Garcia to pass along Dylan’s instructions.

Garcia’s face soured with resentment. She’d always resented Raina, and now she was being forced to hand her work back over—it was obvious Dylan had no intention of giving her any real responsibilities.

Director Porter caught her expression and sighed quietly. “Ms. Yates, these are Mr. Austin’s orders. My hands are tied.”

Shameless.

Later, two colleagues approached Director Porter.

He looked at them in confusion, unsure what was going on.

“Director Porter, you realize you’ve offended Ms. Yates today, right?” one of them said bluntly.

Director Porter frowned. “What did I do?”

The two exchanged glances, then patiently explained.

Only then did Director Porter realize the whole issue stemmed from a simple afternoon snack.

He wiped his brow, helpless. Who could’ve guessed that such an innocent gesture would set off Garcia’s temper? That woman was impossible to please.