The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 41

The driver jolted in shock, a chill running down his spine—he knew all too well what the youngest master was capable of.

If the boy so much as uttered a word, he’d be out of a job by sunrise.

Nobody in the Thomson family dared cross any of the four little terrors. Not a single one.

The thought of losing his cushy job with its fifty-thousand-a-month salary made the driver nod frantically. “Of course, young master…”

Before long, they reached the Shadow Club. Crystal’s car pulled into the bar’s parking lot.

The driver maneuvered their own car into a discreet spot and parked.

Noah and Ethan hopped out quickly, watching as Crystal strode into the club. Now the real problem: how were two kids supposed to get inside?

Ethan’s eyes lit up. “Matthew, just watch—I’ve got an idea.”

He crooked a finger at the driver, who leaned in obediently.

Ethan whispered a few instructions in his ear. “In a bit, you do this… then we’ll do that…”

The driver’s face twisted with reluctance, but when the young master of the Thomson family gave an order, refusal wasn’t an option. Better to go along with their wild plan than risk getting fired.

He forced a smile. “Alright, young master…”

A few minutes later, the driver pulled up right in front of the bar’s entrance, honking the horn to get the security guard’s attention.

“Hey! Who are you? You can’t park here!” The guard marched over, ready to shoo him away.

The driver grinned. “I’m here to pick up my boss. She’ll be out in just a minute.”

“That doesn’t matter. Move your car—no parking here.”

“It’ll just be five minutes, I swear. My boss isn’t in the best health, can’t walk more than a few steps. She insists I wait right at the door…”

The guard shook his head and argued, but the driver got out and started pleading his case, determined to keep the distraction going.

Noah and Ethan weaved quickly through the crowd, eyes locked on their target—Crystal.

At the bar, Rebecca sipped her drink, when out of the corner of her eye she caught a familiar little shadow darting through the crowd—so fast, but there was something unmistakably familiar about it, just like the rambunctious kids back home.

Rebecca frowned and grabbed Isabella’s arm. “Bella, I swear I just saw Noah.”

Isabella nearly dropped her glass in surprise. “No way!”

She stood up and scanned the room, but saw nothing.

Turning back, she shook her head. “Rebecca, you’re seeing things. Noah’s at home, sound asleep. Why would he be here?”

Rebecca rubbed her eyes, thinking it over. Noah was such a good kid—what were the chances he’d sneak into a bar?

She must’ve imagined it.