The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 296

Everyone froze when Fitch walked in.

“Mr. Russell?”

Garcia quickly turned to a nearby lackey and whispered, “Who is he?” The lackey replied in a hushed tone, “That’s Mr. Russell Fitch—Raina’s suitor.”

So it was him.

But Garcia wasn’t intimidated. She steadied herself and stepped forward. “And how do you intend to prove that Raina didn’t steal my wallet?”

Without a flicker of emotion, Fitch picked up the wallet from Garcia’s hand and said coolly, “I recognize this wallet. It’s from one of the Russell Group’s brands—Q&IN. I gave her one just like it, and she didn’t even spare it a glance. Why would she stoop so low as to steal your battered wallet?”

Garcia’s brows knit with irritation. “There are valuables inside. I have several credit cards in there.”

Fitch let out a short, derisive laugh. He lifted his lips in a mocking smile. “Credit cards? That’s what you call valuables? She turned her nose up at the gold I gave her; why would she care about the petty cash you carry?”

He dropped the wallet to the floor, as if discarding something worthless.

Turning to Rebecca, he said, “To someone like Raina, these things are beneath notice. Her taste and standards are way beyond what you can imagine.”

Garcia stared at her wallet lying on the floor, humiliation and fury burning through her cheeks. Her face flushed red.

She bit her lip, refusing to back down. “That still doesn’t prove she didn’t take it! Maybe she was just tempted for a moment.”

Everyone watched her leave, eyes wide with disbelief. Raina was incredible—wrongly accused, yet completely unfazed. To stay so composed in a situation like this was something few could manage.

Fitch immediately hurried after her. “Raina, wait up...”

Garcia stood rooted to the spot, watching their figures disappear down the hallway. She clenched her fists in frustration. The plan had been to trap Raina, but Fitch’s sudden intervention had thrown everything into chaos.

Instinctively, she turned to look for Dylan, only to find his face dark as a thundercloud. His cold, severe expression seemed to chill the air around him.

A jolt of anxiety shot through Garcia. She rushed over. “Mr. President, you believe me, don’t you? Raina really did steal from me. You have to do something about this...”