The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 320

If she couldn’t get her hands on the money, what was she supposed to do about her debts?

Those loan sharks weren’t exactly known for their patience. If she missed a payment, she had no idea what kind of consequences she’d face.

Pacing anxiously around her bedroom, Crystal’s eyes suddenly landed on a few valuable items scattered about the room.

Her gaze sharpened, and a desperate idea came to her. These things were worth a small fortune—if she sold them, she could at least scrape together some cash.

It wouldn’t solve everything, but at least it would buy her some time.

Without hesitating, Crystal sprang into action.

She flung open her closet and stuffed designer dresses and handbags into a suitcase, her heart aching with every item she let go. But she had no choice—sacrifices had to be made.

Next, she moved to her vanity and swept expensive jewelry into a bag.

It didn’t take long before several suitcases were packed to the brim.

Looking at the boxes overflowing with valuables, Crystal felt a flicker of relief. She dragged them out of the room—only to run straight into the butler.

He stared, startled by the sight of Crystal lugging so many heavy suitcases. “Miss, where are you going with all that?”

Crystal’s expression darkened. “Mind your own business. Just help me load these into the car.”

The butler could only sigh and oblige, wiping sweat from his brow as he heaved the weighty boxes into the trunk.

As soon as Crystal drove off, Rebecca entered the now-empty bedroom.

She took one look at the bare shelves and vacant closet and immediately understood what Crystal was up to.

Crystal was really raiding the house to pay off her debts.

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Meanwhile, the four little ones saw Crystal hurrying back and forth with suitcases, and quietly followed after her.

“What’s that mean old aunt up to?” Aiden whispered.

Noah answered in a hushed tone, “I overheard Mom say she owes a billion dollars to people outside.”

Ethan’s eyes sparkled with mischief, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Leave it to me. Just watch…”

As soon as Crystal disappeared, Ethan darted over to the car.

Crystal, too busy sneaking back into the house to swipe the porcelain, had no idea the four kids had already switched out everything in her car.

She crept into the living room, quickly grabbed the porcelain vase, and hurried toward the door.

But before she could make her escape, a security guard stepped in front of her.

“Ms. Crystal, what are you doing with that?”

Crystal nearly jumped out of her skin. “I—I’m just taking it to… to get it appraised.”

The guard eyed her nervously clutching the vase and raised an eyebrow. “Appraised?”

Every antique owned by the Thomson family was the real deal—what did she need an appraisal for?