The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 339

Everyone in the office was quick to pick up on the tension in the air. Sensing trouble, they all hurried back to their desks, pretending to focus on their work.

After all, nobody wanted to get on Garcia’s bad side—she was not someone you wanted as an enemy.

Yet curiosity still simmered beneath the surface. People couldn’t help but wonder what exactly had happened between the CEO and Raina.

In the secretarial department, gossip spread like wildfire.

Meanwhile, Garcia sat at her desk, growing more agitated by the minute. She refused to let anyone take Dylan away from her. Rebecca was out of the question, and Raina was even less acceptable.

Just then, Director Porter approached. “The CEO would like to see you,” he said.

“Me?” Garcia asked, surprised.

Director Porter nodded.

Garcia didn’t know why Dylan wanted to see her, but she couldn’t help feeling a surge of delight. She quickly smoothed her hair and adjusted her blouse before making her way to the CEO’s office.

She knocked. Only when she heard his voice—“Come in”—did she open the door and step inside.

Dylan had changed. He now wore a perfectly tailored black suit—high-end, pressed to perfection, not a single wrinkle in sight. With his aloof, aristocratic demeanor, he looked every bit the king surveying his realm.

Garcia noticed immediately. He’d been in sportswear earlier, but now he looked immaculate. Why the sudden change? Was he hiding something on his clothes?

Driven by curiosity, Garcia’s gaze lingered on Dylan’s neck, searching for any telltale marks.

Dylan frowned, his voice icy. “What are you staring at?”

She quickly averted her eyes, mumbling, “Nothing… Just… nothing.”

Dylan had no patience for her excuses. His voice was cold and final: “If I hear any more baseless rumors like this, you can pack your things and leave.”

He hated being used, and he hated having his private life dragged into the office rumor mill even more.

Garcia shivered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, sir. I’ll talk to them and make sure they stop spreading gossip.”

Just looking at her put Dylan in a foul mood. “That’s all. You can go.”

But Garcia hesitated, lingering by the door.

Dylan glanced up. “Is there something else?”