The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 572

Seeing that she still hadn't arrived, Dylan called Dennis over. "Where is she? Why isn't she here?"

Dennis glanced at the empty workstation and shook his head. "I don't know."

Dylan frowned.

Sensing his boss's foul mood, Dennis asked cautiously, "Mr. Austin, should I call Mrs. Austin and ask?"

Dylan nodded.

With permission, Dennis immediately called Rebecca.

A short while later, Dennis hung up, his expression turning grim.

Dylan's heart tightened. "What is it?"

Dennis struggled to get the words out. "It's not good, sir. Mrs. Austin said she's not coming back…"

"Why?" Dylan demanded, his brow furrowed.

Dennis shook his head again. "She didn't say."

Dylan's face instantly darkened.

Didn't she come here to pursue him? Is she just giving up before she even succeeds?

Of course, Dylan couldn't bring himself to ask that out loud. He waved a hand at Dennis. "You can go."

Dennis nodded. Just as he was about to leave, he remembered something and turned back. "Mr. Austin, you have a meeting in ten minutes."

Dylan gave a curt reply. "I know."

Seeing this, Dennis quietly excused himself.

However, once the meeting started, Dylan found his mind constantly wandering.

The senior executives argued heatedly, but Dylan was completely checked out.

When it was time for the final decision, a decision that required Dylan's approval, he remained silent.

Everyone turned to look at him.

The golden sunlight dappled the riverbank as she sat on a swing, the sound of her children's laughter echoing around her.

She was slightly surprised to see his call, but she answered.

The next second, Dylan's accusatory voice came through the line. "Why didn't you come to the office?"

Rebecca frowned slightly. "You know my identity now. What would be the point?"

Rebecca replied, "I already spoke with Dennis. I handed over all my work to him."

Dylan retorted, "Did you get my approval?"

Rebecca furrowed her brow, thinking, *I'm just quitting a job. Why would I need your permission?*

"What do you want, then?" Rebecca stopped swinging.