The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 297

Dylan cut her off mid-sentence. “Director Porter, before the security system went down for maintenance, I remember telling you to activate the backup cameras. Did you?”

Director Porter hurried to respond. “Oh, yes, sir, I remember now. I did turn on the backup cameras. The tech department should be able to recover the footage.”

Dylan nodded, his tone icy. “Good. Restore it as soon as possible. Ms. Yates deserves an explanation.”

With that, he turned on his heel and walked out, not sparing Garcia another glance.

Garcia stood frozen, her mind reeling.

What?

There’s a backup camera?

If the footage gets recovered, her little scheme would be exposed in broad daylight. She’d be branded a liar for sure.

Damn...

She shot a nervous glance at Director Porter, about to speak.

But Director Porter stepped up first, smiling. “Ms. Yates, don’t worry. I’ll find out who the real thief is. You won’t be wronged—not on my watch.”

He’d seen enough to know the CEO had no intention of siding with Garcia, so there was no need for him to curry favor with the spoiled heiress.

Without another word, he turned and walked away.

Garcia’s fists clenched in frustration at his words.

—

Outside the building, Rebecca was just heading for the curb when she heard hurried footsteps behind her.

Fitch caught up, flashing a grin and raising an eyebrow. “Raina, let me give you a ride.”

Rebecca frowned, not missing a beat. “That’s not necessary.”

But Fitch wasn’t so easily dismissed. He pouted theatrically. “Come on, I just stuck my neck out for you, and now you’re pretending you don’t even know me?”

A husband? She’s got a boyfriend, too.

He turned away from the window to face Director Porter. “How’s the security footage recovery coming along?”

Director Porter snapped back to business, handing over his tablet. “Sir, take a look…”

—

It wasn’t long before Fitch pulled up outside Marshall Ferber’s stately home.

He hopped out first and opened Rebecca’s door.

In the garden, Marshall Ferber and Evan were deep in conversation about music. Spotting Rebecca, Evan dashed over, his eyes bright. “Mom, you’re finally here!”

Rebecca smiled and ruffled his hair. “How was your lesson today?”

Before Evan could answer, Marshall Ferber let out a hearty laugh. “Raina, I wouldn’t call it a lesson anymore. At this point, Evan’s teaching me! He’s already better than this old man, I’ll tell you that.”