The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 421

Rebecca soon got word that Dylan had secured the SOAI technology.

She couldn't help but wonder—how did Dylan pull it off? Noah had been firmly against it at first.

Dylan, as calm as ever, simply said, “Selling it to me was his best option.”

He had a point. There were plenty of advantages to letting Dylan take over the chip technology.

With his considerable resources and influential connections, Dylan could develop and promote the technology far more effectively, turning it into a hugely profitable venture.

Noah must have weighed all that before making his decision.

When it came time to sign the contract, Dylan didn’t go in person. Instead, he left it in Rebecca’s hands.

He was the CEO, after all—if he micromanaged everything, he’d run himself into the ground.

With the contract in hand, Rebecca headed out to find Noah.

But just as she reached the office entrance, she unexpectedly ran into Dennis.

Dennis looked startled. “Ma’am?”

Rebecca frowned. “Dennis, what are you doing here?”

“Mr. Austin said there’s an important contract to be signed today,” Dennis replied. “He thought there might be some hiccup, so he asked me to tag along.”

“Is it the SOAI technology contract?” Rebecca asked.

Dennis nodded. “Yes, ma’am. How did you know?”

His gaze dropped to the folder she was carrying, catching sight of the SOAI label. For a moment, Dennis just stared, dumbfounded.

Rebecca hadn’t expected this kind of coincidence. Since Dennis was here, she could only sigh and say, “The contract’s with me. Come on, let’s go together.”

“Huh?” Dennis was caught off guard. “Ma’am, you and I are signing the contract?”

Rebecca nodded, got in, and didn’t bother explaining anything, despite the puzzled look on Dennis’s face.

He’d be even more surprised later when he found out Noah was actually “N”.

They arrived at a fried chicken joint—the place Noah had picked.

Dennis was surprised. Someone as important and influential as “N” choosing a fried chicken restaurant for a contract signing was baffling.

This was a deal worth five billion dollars. At the very least, he’d expected a high-end meeting room.

Looking around as he stepped inside, Dennis tried to spot “N”—he had no idea what the man looked like.

Then he caught sight of a familiar figure and suddenly brightened. “Young Master?”

Noah was already seated, waiting. Ethan had come along for the food, and his table was piled high with fried chicken and soda. He was munching away, thoroughly enjoying himself.