The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 417

Dylan let out a breath, relieved. “Good. Next time something happens, remember to tell me.”

He didn’t feel much affection for those four kids, but after all, they were Rebecca’s children. And since he and Rebecca were still married, he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

Rebecca hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Alright.”

She knew perfectly well that Dylan’s world revolved around his work. His sudden concern today for the children’s safety was nothing more than a sense of responsibility. It wasn’t because he wanted to play the doting father.

But when Mrs. Austin heard about Dylan’s reaction, she was less than pleased. She thought her son was meddling in affairs that weren’t his. After all, those kids weren’t even his own—why bother?

She made a mental note to have a serious talk with Dylan soon. She needed to warn him not to let Rebecca lead him around by the nose, and to keep his distance from Rebecca and those four little brats.

After Jack and Emma were kicked out of Sunset Villa Estates, they had nowhere else to go but to Mrs. Austin.

Fortunately, Mrs. Austin was sentimental enough to let them stay on at the old manor, putting them to work around the house.

One day, Jack and Emma happened to overhear from old friends back at Sunset Villa Estates that the four young masters had been kidnapped. The news filled them with glee.

Back when they worked at the Estates, those kids had made their lives miserable with endless pranks and bullying.

Emma burst out laughing. “Talk about karma! Rebecca totally had this coming—she kicked us out, and now look, it’s her turn. And those four little devils? They deserve a taste of the real world!”

Jack, ever the more cautious one, hushed her. “Keep it down. The manor’s not like Sunset Villa Estates. Don’t go running your mouth here.”

Jack had fought hard to get a job at the manor and was determined not to lose it all over some careless gossip.

Working at the old manor meant tiptoeing around and following the rules—nothing like the freewheeling days back at the Estates.

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