The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 379

Fitch waved his hands in protest. “Oh, not me—there’s no way I could take on Samuel. If anyone’s worth watching, it’s you.”

The words had barely left his mouth when Samuel suddenly spoke up, his tone casual but unmistakably challenging. “Since you’re here, brother-in-law, why don’t you come up and spar with me?”

Fitch couldn’t help but blurt out, “Well, would you look at that—did the sun just rise in the west? Samuel actually issued a challenge himself.”

He leaned closer to Dylan, whispering, “Dylan, if you don’t get up there now, people are going to talk.”

Dylan stood at the edge of the ring, watching Samuel with an unreadable calm. His eyes were deep and steady, giving nothing away.

As the silence dragged on, Samuel smirked, the taunt clear in his voice. “What’s wrong? Scared to fight me?”

Thomas, standing nearby, couldn’t help but wince. “Aren’t these two family? Why does Samuel look like he’s about to go to war with his own brother-in-law?”

Fitch snorted. “Imagine losing to your brother-in-law every single time. How would you feel?”

Thomas raised an eyebrow. “Fair point. If the guy who keeps beating you ends up marrying your sister, that’s got to sting. I bet Samuel’s dying to wipe that smug look off his face.”

Fitch wore a grin, clearly enjoying the rivalry. He turned to Dylan, eyebrow arched. “Come on, Dylan. The perennial runner-up is practically begging for a rematch—are you really going to let it slide?”

No wonder Samuel’s glare was full of resentment. Whenever Dylan entered a competition, Samuel was always doomed to second place. Anyone would be bitter.

Still, the goading worked. Dylan paused for a moment, considering, then nodded. “Alright.”

He even shot a glance at his assistant below the ring, signaling him to record the whole match—proof of this hard-won victory.

Now, standing face to face on the mat, Dylan and Samuel locked eyes. The tension between them was electric, crackling in the air.

Spectators crowded around, drawn by the sudden showdown, eager to witness the drama unfold.

The referee stepped between them, raised a hand, then brought it down sharply—the match had begun.

Dylan offered a faint smile. “Since you’re family, Samuel, I’ll let you have the first move.”