The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 372

Rebecca trusted Berton for a reason—their history ran deep.

Berton had grown up an orphan. Back when Rebecca was still living with the Nionthe foster family, she met him. Seeing how alone Berton was, bullied and neglected, Rebecca wanted to bring him home. But her foster parents refused; they wouldn’t hear of taking in another mouth to feed.

With no other choice, Rebecca arranged for eight-year-old Berton to be sent to a group home.

But even after that, she never turned her back on him. Out of her own allowance, Rebecca supported Berton over the years. He loved to read, so she often brought him books. When she later returned to the Thomson family, she even paid for Berton to study for his MBA overseas.

All that time, Berton had been helping Rebecca manage her company.

Her faith in him never wavered. Berton was a quick study, a savvy businessman, and a financial whiz—a rare combination.

After meeting the four kids, Berton finally approached Rebecca. “Ma’am…”

His eyes shimmered with emotion, his voice betraying a hint of excitement, but he quickly steadied himself, bowing his head and adopting the composed air of a subordinate.

Rebecca couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion.

Years had passed since they last saw each other, and Berton had grown so much. He was three years younger than her; as kids, he’d always called her “sis,” but now it was “ma’am.”

She didn’t correct him. After all, they were boss and employee now, and Berton was officially the house manager at Sunset Villa Estates. Keeping things professional was only right.

Rebecca nodded, explained his duties, and told him to get acquainted with the estate.

Berton replied with a simple, “Yes, ma’am,” and left to explore.

No sooner had he stepped outside than he nearly collided with Dennis.

That morning, Dennis had come to the estate on Mr. Austin’s orders to deliver a new staff member. Trailing behind him was a man in his fifties—the experienced, reliable house manager Mr. Austin had specifically requested.

Back in his car, Dennis reported everything to Dylan.

Dennis was speechless.

Mr. Austin really was generous—he hadn’t enjoyed a single right of a husband, but he sure had taken on all the obligations.

Dylan was about to hang up when Dennis suddenly remembered something. “Wait, Mr. Austin—”

Dylan’s voice was cold. “What is it now?”

Dennis hesitated, debating whether to mention that Mrs. Thomson’s new manager was young, and strikingly handsome.