The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 392

But when Rebecca met Dylan’s calm, unreadable gaze, her suspicions seemed almost silly. Clearly, Dylan had no idea that Samuel—her Samuel—was the one in question.

She shot back, “Why do you ask, sir?”

The words had barely left her lips when Dylan hesitated. Why was he even asking?

To be honest, he’d just wanted to ask on Fitch’s behalf, but the more he thought about it, the more pointless it seemed.

Sure, Fitch had taken a beating from Samuel, but at least that meant he’d leave Raina alone for now. Maybe it was for the best.

Dylan’s voice was cool and dismissive. “It’s nothing, just making conversation. You can go now.”

Rebecca stared at his icy expression, perplexed. After a few seconds, she simply turned and left the room.

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At the entrance to the preschool, Louis picked up the four kids as usual and drove them toward Sunset Villa Estates.

They were almost home when, out of nowhere, Louis slammed on the brakes.

Ethan poked his head forward. “Louis, what happened?”

The other kids craned their necks to see what was going on.

A moment later, Louis’s anxious voice cut through the car. “Kids, two cars just pulled in front of us and blocked the road. We can’t get through!”

The children peered out the windows. Sure enough, two cars were parked sideways, blocking their path.

Ethan folded his arms. “Just go around them and keep driving!”

Louis shook his head, nerves on edge. “I tried, sir, but it looks like they’re here for us. They keep blocking us no matter what I do.”

Ethan let out a sigh. “You’re hopeless. Just turn around and go back the way we came!”

Louis nodded frantically. “Right away, sir…”

Louis’s face fell. “You—you’re not joking, are you?” he asked, desperate.

Noah shot him a sidelong look that said, Do I look like I’m joking?

Louis slumped in his seat, all hope draining away.

Just then, one of the men stomped over and hammered on the window with a heavy fist.

Louis didn’t dare move—much less open the window.

When no one inside responded, the men outside started pounding harder, one of them even grabbing a crowbar and raising it as if to smash the glass.

Louis was shaking now. “Kids, you haven’t gotten mixed up with the mob or something, right? If I call the police now, is it too late?”

He barely finished the sentence before a thunderous crash echoed through the car.

The reinforced window shattered into fragments.