The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 441

Sean glared at his absent-minded son, barely containing his frustration.

How could Alan lose his focus at such a critical moment?

Clearing his throat sharply, he snapped, “Alan!”

Only then did Alan tear his gaze away from Rebecca and meet his father’s steely eyes. A jolt of embarrassment shot through him as he realized how unprofessional he must look.

He drew a deep breath, trying to collect himself, then began stumbling through the project proposal.

The entire time, Sean was on edge, terrified Alan would slip up and say something to put Dylan off.

Fortunately, Alan managed to get through it.

Sean finally allowed himself to breathe. This opportunity was crucial for the company, and Alan’s lack of discipline had nearly jeopardized everything for the sake of his personal feelings.

When Alan finished his presentation, a brief silence fell over the room.

Dylan frowned slightly, his gaze turning analytical as he weighed the project’s viability and risks.

Sean watched Dylan anxiously, waiting for a response.

After a moment, Dylan spoke, his tone measured. “Mr. Brown’s proposal is certainly imaginative, but it does come with risks. I’ll need some time to consider it.”

Sean nodded eagerly. “Absolutely, Mr. Austin. We’ll refine the proposal based on your feedback. We’re hopeful we can work together to make this project a success.”

The meeting continued.

Unconvinced that Alan could handle it on his own, Sean stepped in, enthusiastically walking Dylan through the company’s progress and future plans. They discussed the project’s finer points and potential pitfalls in greater detail.

Dylan listened intently.

Dylan gave him a brief nod before stepping into the elevator.

Rebecca followed, pressing the button for the lobby.

As the doors slid shut, Alan’s eyes filled with regret and pain.

Downstairs, as Rebecca and Dylan approached their car, a voice called out behind them, “Wait a second, Mr. Austin!”

They turned to see Alan hurrying toward them, his expression urgent, as if he had something important to say.

Dylan regarded him coolly. “Is there something else, Mr. Brown?”

Catching his breath, Alan said, “Mr. Austin, we’re hosting a dinner tonight at the LuxAura Hotel. We’d be honored if you and Ms. Shaw could join us.”

They’d tried inviting Dylan to lunch earlier, but he’d declined, citing other obligations. Surely he’d have time in the evening.