The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 437

Garcia climbed back into her car, her nerves frayed and her mind racing.

Just then, one of her people returned.

“Ms. Yates, here’s the information you asked me to look into,” he said, handing her a photograph.

Garcia stared at the face in the photo—it was the woman she’d had him investigate. Rebecca.

“This is Rebecca?” Garcia asked, her voice barely steady.

He nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I checked with the staff at Sunset Villa Estates. That’s definitely Rebecca—Mrs. Austin.”

Garcia’s hand trembled as she gripped the photo, her fingers unconsciously crumpling it.

Now there was no room for doubt—Raina and Rebecca were one and the same.

The revelation hit her like a blow to the chest.

She’d always known Raina was a threat, but she’d dismissed her, convinced Rebecca would always stand in her way. As long as Rebecca existed, Raina could never hope to take her place.

But now, the truth was undeniable. Raina was Rebecca. She was Dylan’s wife.

Everyone said Dylan and Rebecca’s marriage was rocky, which had always given Garcia hope that she still had a chance—that she could replace Rebecca in Dylan’s heart.

Besides, she’d had Mrs. Austin’s support. With Mrs. Austin on her side, she’d believed that, as long as she worked hard enough, she’d eventually win Dylan over.

But now…

Rebecca had deliberately approached Dylan under the guise of Raina, working alongside him every day and growing closer with him at the office. What chance did Garcia have now?

Anger burned through her, leaving every muscle in her body tense and aching.

Rebecca had played them all for fools.

Still, Garcia had one advantage left—her trump card.

Just then, Garcia approached, putting on a show of friendliness as she turned on the water for him. “Here, let me help you, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” Ethan replied politely.

But as he glanced up and caught her reflection in the mirror, his expression instantly soured.

Garcia, oblivious to the fact that Ethan recognized her, assumed this was their first meeting. She flashed her most benevolent smile, eager to make a good impression.

She knelt down to his level, her tone gentle. “Hey there, why are you here all alone? Where’s your daddy? Shouldn’t he be with you?”

Ethan eyed her warily, clearly on guard.

“I just needed the bathroom. Do you need your dad to hold your hand every time you go?” he shot back, his voice edged with skepticism and a touch of mockery.

Garcia’s smile faltered for a moment, but she forced it back into place. “Oh, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just worry about little ones these days—there are a lot of bad people out there. It’d be awful if someone got lost.”