The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 39

Thomas Brown, lounging nearby, couldn’t hold back his curiosity. “So, what kind of girl is she? Is she pretty?”

Everyone turned with interest, all eyes eager—everyone except Dylan, who remained indifferent, looking as if talk of romance and beautiful women couldn’t interest him less.

Fitch narrowed his eyes, a wistful smile playing at his lips. “She’s really gorgeous. Honestly, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

That got Jonas’ attention. He straightened up, grinning. “Well, now I’ve got to see her for myself. Where is she? Come on, show me!”

Fitch shot him a mock glare. “No way. You’ll just try to steal her from me.”

Jonas scoffed. “Please. Stingy much?”

Fitch just chuckled, saying nothing more. Even so, he couldn’t get the girl out of his mind. For reasons he couldn’t explain, her image kept replaying in his head.

Jonas, realizing Fitch wasn’t going to spill any more details, decided to take matters into his own hands. Making some excuse about needing the restroom, he slipped out of the private room—on a solo mission to find this so-called beauty.

If Fitch wouldn’t say who she was, Jonas would just figure it out himself. After all, the prettiest girl in the place would be easy to spot.

Back in the room, Fitch turned to Dylan with a grin. “So, Dylan, what brings you here tonight?”

Dylan replied coolly, “Had some free time, that’s all.”

Fitch smiled knowingly. He was well aware that Dylan hated these sorts of social gatherings. If Dylan actually showed up, there had to be a reason.

A few minutes later, Dylan stood up and stretched. “I’m going to step outside for a smoke,” he said, clearly needing a break from the stuffy room.

As he left, Fitch called after him, teasing, “Hey, Dylan, you’re not just pretending to smoke so you can sneak a peek at the beauty I told you about, are you?”

Thomas gave a soft laugh. “Not a chance. You know him—women aren’t his thing.”

Fitch relaxed. “Good. If Dylan tried to compete with me, I wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Dylan shot a cold look over his shoulder. “Relax. I’m getting married soon. I’m not interested in your latest crush.”

Whether he truly wanted to get married or not, he figured that, as a man about to tie the knot, he should at least act the part and keep his distance.

He kept quiet, watching Rebecca from the shadows. She looked familiar, and suddenly a label flashed in his mind: “that kid’s mother.” And then—two and a half million.

Few people knew it, but Dylan was notoriously bad with faces. He forgot most people as soon as he met them. But somehow, that fleeting glimpse of her had stuck with him.

He’d always been the cool, distant type. Thirty years old, still single, with plenty of heiresses chasing after him—yet almost none ever left an impression.

A few women from families close to the Austins had tried everything to get his attention, hovering around him at every event, yet he couldn’t even remember their names.

To Dylan, all women looked the same.

But Rebecca… maybe her beauty was just that striking.

Or maybe it was the two and a half million?

Dylan narrowed his dark eyes, puffing thoughtfully.

She had guts—she’d actually dared to throw two and a half million at him to try and humiliate him.