The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 305

Dylan’s brow furrowed. “What did you just say?”

Mrs. Austin’s voice came through, dramatic and indignant. “You’re seriously making Garcia apologize to one of your employees in front of everyone? For a nobody? How do you expect Garcia to show her face around here after that? Are you trying to ruin her?”

She didn’t stop there. “And let’s not forget who Garcia is. She’s the Yates family’s heiress! And your employee? She’s just some staffer. Is she really worth humiliating Garcia over?”

Dylan listened, then countered, “If she did something wrong, isn’t she supposed to apologize for it?”

But Mrs. Austin leapt to Garcia’s defense. “Garcia told me she only accused that girl of stealing in a moment of panic yesterday. She’s already apologized to you, and she even promised to say sorry to that employee in private. But now you’re demanding she apologize in front of the entire company? What are you trying to accomplish?”

A moment of panic… a misunderstanding?

Dylan’s voice turned sharp, almost mocking. “Is that really what Garcia told you?”

Mrs. Austin huffed. “Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on. You’re awfully close to that assistant of yours. Tell me the truth—do you have feelings for her? No wonder you refused when I introduced you to Garcia, and wouldn’t even consider having kids with Rebecca…”

Dylan cut her off, voice cold as ice. “You’re the one who needs to stop. The two of you—your talent for slander is exactly the same.”

Mrs. Austin pressed on, undeterred. “I’m not making anything up. Garcia says that girl’s pretty and has an attitude, and you go out of your way to be nice to her, dumping all the work on her. If that’s not favoritism, what is? Garcia just left her out when handing out gifts to colleagues, and now this girl’s holding a grudge, goes and steals Garcia’s wallet, and Garcia’s supposed to let it go? And you want Garcia to apologize to her?”

“I’m telling you, this ends now. Garcia’s already suffered enough. Don’t push her any further.”

Dylan’s expression darkened. He knew there was no reasoning with Mrs. Austin—she would always side with Garcia, no matter what. He didn’t even bother with further explanations. Instead, he simply sent her the actual video evidence.

“I hope, after watching this, you still want to talk to me like that.” With that, Dylan hung up.

Mrs. Austin stared at her phone, eyes wide in disbelief, as if the sky had just fallen. Her own son had hung up on her—and sent her a video?

A colleague gasped, “Everyone, check this out! What is it?”

Phones all over the office buzzed as people opened the video.

As the video began to play, the entire room fell silent.

On screen, it was crystal clear: Garcia herself slipped her wallet into Rebecca’s (Raina’s) bag, then turned around and accused her of theft—every moment caught on camera.

“Wait—that’s Garcia, isn’t it?”

“And she’s the one putting her wallet into Raina’s bag, then framing her as a thief?”