The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 94

Dylan let out a cold, dismissive laugh.

Jonas’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Dylan, what’s with that face? Seriously, don’t tell me you don’t think she’s gorgeous!”

Dylan didn’t even look up from his papers. “Whether she’s gorgeous or not has nothing to do with me.”

Jonas clicked his tongue, shaking his head in mock regret. “Man, you really have no sense of romance. That woman is absolutely stunning—like something out of a fairytale. And her presence? Totally one of a kind. You’re really not interested? Sometimes I have no idea what goes on in that head of yours.”

Dylan’s expression didn’t change as he turned another page. “Don’t bother me with this nonsense. I’ve got a mountain of work waiting. If you’re done, you can leave.”

Jonas could only throw up his hands in defeat. “Dylan, you can’t keep living like this. All you ever do is bury yourself in work. Your life is way too monotonous. Maybe it’s time you thought about spicing things up a little, you know?”

Dylan finally looked up, eyes sharp as ice. “My life isn’t your concern. You should focus on your own job. When it’s time to hand in your year-end numbers, don’t come running to me.”

Mentioning year-end reports instantly deflated Jonas. Every year, after his father saw his performance, he’d barely escape a tongue-lashing—or worse.

If Dylan didn’t share a bit of the Frost Group’s profits with him every year, the whole company would’ve gone under ages ago. For that, Jonas was endlessly grateful—sometimes he felt like he ought to worship Dylan as his personal savior.

He scowled, clearly unwilling to give up. “Alright, fine. I’ll mind my own business. But if that goddess actually reaches out to me, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

With that, Jonas perked up and strolled out of the office, leaving Dylan alone to his thoughts.

Suddenly, Dylan’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID—his grandfather. Dylan’s brow tightened; this couldn’t be good.

Half an hour later, Rebecca arrived at the Austin family estate. The butler greeted her with a respectful bow and led her inside. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, and walked anxiously into the living room.

Inside, Mr. Hugh Austin, Dylan’s father Jacob, and Mrs. Austin were all seated, backs straight and faces solemn. It was clear they had been waiting for her.

Rebecca offered a careful greeting. The old man gave her a brief nod. “Have a seat.” Only then did Rebecca sit, still so tense she could barely relax her shoulders.

The atmosphere in the Austin home was suffocating. That was Rebecca’s first impression.

Hugh Austin’s gaze was piercing, as if he could see straight through her. Jacob’s expression was severe, radiating authority without a word. Mrs. Austin’s eyes were impossible to read—neither warm nor cold.

Not a single one of them would be easy to handle.