The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 385

Rebecca frowned. “How are you planning to handle this?”

Samuel’s eyes turned cold. “I’ll deal with it my own way.”

Rebecca’s worry showed. “Samuel, just take it easy, alright? We don’t want him thinking the Thomson family throws its weight around.”

Samuel ruffled Rebecca’s hair, his voice gentle. “Relax, I know what I’m doing.”

Just then, Rebecca spotted four little heads poking out from behind a hedge. She walked over to them, her tone tinged with mock reproach. “Where have you all been? I’ve been searching everywhere!”

Ethan blinked innocently. “We’ve been here the whole time, just watching the show.”

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. “Watching the show?”

Ethan grinned, then glanced at Samuel. “Don’t worry, Uncle Samuel, we didn’t see a thing.”

The other three kids nodded in unison. “Really, we didn’t see anything at all!”

Samuel’s face darkened. Losing to Dylan in front of these four little rascals—how was he ever going to look cool again? Maybe it was time to put the boxing gloves away for a while.

Rebecca, sensing Samuel’s embarrassment, quickly changed the subject. “It’s getting late. Let’s head home.”

Samuel nodded. “Alright.”

At that moment, Joyce stepped forward. “Samuel, do you want to get that checked out at the hospital?”

Samuel shook his head. “It’s just a scratch. No need for the hospital.”

Samuel’s mind raced. Of course he knew—he’d been trying to acquire the rights to that very chip, and here it turned out Noah was the creator.

He’d been keeping a close eye on the tech world, so he knew just how valuable this chip was. Since its debut, every major investor had been fighting to get their hands on it. Whoever controlled the SOAI chip would have a firm grip on the heart of artificial intelligence—a technology with unimaginable potential.

But now that the chip was in Noah’s hands, Samuel felt a wave of relief. After all, they were family.

A proud smile spread across Samuel’s face. “Well then, Noah, keep up the great work. If you need any help from your Uncle Samuel, just say the word.”

Rebecca, overhearing their conversation, frowned. “Samuel, didn’t we agree you’d stop piling so much work on Noah?”

Samuel scratched his nose and leaned in, lowering his voice. “Come on, Becky, the kid’s already smarter than his old uncle.”

Noah jumped in. “That’s right, Mom. If you’re good at something, you should do more of it. Don’t worry—I’ll make plenty of money for you to spend!”