My Billionaire Mom

Chapter 389

Chuck was moved. He really wanted to have some time with Willa alone, just to talk about things. It had been a long time since they'd last seen each other. However, it seemed that this was not a good time to have a chat. Chuck thought that Willa, Betty, and the others around must already be aware of the seriousness of Black Rose's capability. He had to tread carefully.

After all, she would start hunting him down in the next five days. How should he deal with her?

Should he just hide in Mom's hotel?

Maybe he could find a more secluded place to hide in.

Perhaps he could take a direct flight to the United States tonight and ask Mom for protection.

With Karen by his side, definitely no harm would come to him and that wouldn't just apply for five days, he would probably be safe for five years, he figured.

However, Chuck thought that he could trust Willa's judgment and he believed that she would keep him safe.

"What should I do in the next five days?" Chuck wondered again. He did not know what else to think of, he might be dead soon.

He was feeling nervous and the fear of his imminent death was looming closely above him. Of course, the most he could do now was stay calm. It was useless to feel afraid at this point, anyway.

Now, all he needed to do was think of solutions to this.

"Chucky, let's get out of here first," Willa suggested gently. She was more worried than anyone else there. Chuck was not yet in a panic, he was similar to Karen in this aspect. The longer he kept his calm composure, the more it showed that Chuck had matured.

But he was still young after all. So young and still, he had to bear such great pressure. Willa felt distressed just thinking about it.

Chuck had no objections. Since Betty was injured, she had to find a place to spend the night. Chuck decided to head back to the hotel first.

"Okay, let's go then," Willa said with a gentle smile.

People started to leave the scene. While Chuck went to pay for the painting, the other men waited outside. When Chuck reached the payment counter, he was met with Quinn's presence. She bit her lip and asked, "What are you doing? Why were there gunshots?"

She had really wanted to leave, but the series of gunshots that sounded had her trembling in fear. She felt that something bad must have happened to Chuck. She wanted to leave, but she couldn't make herself go.

Quinn couldn't get past the hate she felt for Chuck ever since he had said those words to her in the car.

However, she knew that nothing could be resolved if she continued on like this. What else could she do other than hate him? Kill him? She couldn't do that. But his presence only made her angry.

She had decided not to see Chuck ever again, but then, as if fated, she would meet him again somewhere else.

Quinn was hesitant about what to do, especially after the gunshots. She was even more at a loss.

"Should I just leave? But why won't my legs move?" Quinn thought in frustration.

Chuck did not answer Quinn's question. Instead, he had just walked over and gave Quinn a hug. Quinn was startled and immediately wanted to resist, but she ended up staying still. Chuck did not

do anything else but hugged her.

What's going on?

Quinn could feel Chuck's calm heartbeat upon staying in such a position. Quinn actually felt a little warmed by his hug.

"Chuck, are you in trouble?" Quinn asked. She felt that something was off. Chuck was acting weird.

"I'm fine," Chuck said as he let go of her. "I'll pay for my painting now."

After that, he turned away and walked inside. Quinn was angry now and she snarled, "Chuck, you're going to be a b*stard again, aren't you? Just tell me, what happened?"

Chuck didn't want to let Quinn know about his possible death.

"It's alright, President Miller. I'll treat you to a meal six days later, how does that sound?" Chuck asked with a smile.

By the fifth day, Chuck must find a way to escape Black Rose's wrath.

"No, it sounds dreadful," Quinn rejected, she still felt that something was off. Why did he specify the days like that?

"Well... Alright then," Chuck said, disappointed. He then went to pay the bill and collected his painting. This painting was so expensive. Almost as expensive as his plaza.

He would need to keep this somewhere safe. If it got tainted accidentally, Chuck would be distressed to death.

Quinn was still there when Chuck had gotten back. He was surprised to see her and wondered, "Does she still have feelings for me?"

If not, what was she doing here?

"Tell me if you're in any sort of trouble, I may be able to help you. After all, we are... colleagues," Quinn said.

"It's nothing. I'll head back first," Chuck replied with a shrug and walked away.

Quinn stared at him as he was leaving. She really wanted to scream at him, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. Eventually, Chuck's figure disappeared from her view, and she watched on with a trace of sadness in her eyes.

Once Chuck got out, his men were all waiting in their cars. He got into his car. This time, Willa was the one who drove him back to the hotel.

They arrived at the hotel safe and sound in the end. Betty had ordered the hotel to put a hold to its business for five days to prevent anyone from seizing an opportunity and bringing harm to Chuck. This would reduce the possibility of Chuck being assassinated.

The rest of the men stationed themselves at the hotel's exit and even at some nearby buildings that were likely to be infiltrated by Black Rose. They patrolled and guarded these places to ensure Chuck's safety.

Chuck and Willa entered the hotel together with Betty soon after.

Frieda, who had been waiting for a long time, watched as they walked in. When she saw Willa from a distance, she had felt even more ashamed. Willa's figure, appearance, and composure made Frieda lose all confidence. How could such a perfect woman exist? Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Frieda could not believe that Chuck had such a perfect girlfriend like Yvette. And now, here was another perfect woman by his arm!

Frieda was shocked and very unhappy as she came to a realization. No wonder Chuck didn't like her, there were so many perfect women around him.

Thinking of this, she was jealous now. Under these circumstances, it would be very difficult to get Chuck's private photos.

Knock, knock.

Just then, someone had come over to knock on her car window.

Frieda frowned and rolled her window down.

It was a man who wanted to speak to her. He said, "Hello, Miss. Could we have you leave the premises this instant? Our hotel has some matters to deal with,"

"What matters?" Frieda asked angrily. She couldn't believe she was being driven away.

"No comment. I can't disclose any information, please understand," the man replied and began to clear the hotel's premises accordingly.

They were trying to eliminate all possible threats.

"You want me to understand? How am I supposed to do that? What you're doing is kicking everyone out, how can this be allowed?" Frieda said as she was extremely angry.

"Sorry, but I still insist that you take your leave. Please leave," the man said firmly.

"Well, I don't want to. What are you going to do about that?" Frieda sneered. She wanted to stay here just to see what a mere security guard could possibly do to her.

She did not believe that the man could do anything to force her out.

Seeing this, the man started to call on people through his walkie-talkie. Frieda sneered. Did he really think she would get scared if he got more of his buddies here? Soon, more than a dozen men had started to surround her. Frieda remained calm and asked them, "What is the meaning of this?"

"The Young Master has ordered us to close the hotel." Then, the men started to lift Frieda's car. Frieda was fuming and she complained, "What are you all doing..."

Collectively, they managed to carry her car outside and left it on the side of the road. As soon as she was put down, Frieda angrily opened her car door and got out, shouting, "You little..."

"Miss, if you take another step closer, you'll have to excuse us for our rudeness," the man did not let her finish.

"Are you threatening me? I'll have you know, if you dare lay a finger on me, I'll..." Frieda started to mock. How dare they? Did they not know that the customer was always right?

A slap sounded.

The man had merely glanced at her before slapping her hard in the face. Once the slap had hit her, she fell unconscious. Her face was red and swollen, shocking her still. How dare a lowly security guard hit her?

She really couldn't figure it out.

These men then lifted Frieda up and put her in the car. Then, they proceeded to walk back to the hotel.

In the presidential suite, Betty was still protecting Chuck closely with Willa guarding outside his room. She had to ensure Chuck's safety.

Chuck rested peacefully that night. He had to in order to properly deal with Black Rose the next day. To be honest, Chuck wanted Willa to go and rest in her own room but he knew that she would definitely not agree. So, he decided to just leave her be.

Morning came.

Lara was waiting in the classroom, she had prepared coffee for Chuck. However, he did not show up, even when it was time for class.

She took out her phone and sent Chuck a text, but he did not reply. "Is he planning on skipping class?" she wondered.

"Chuck is absent today, he skipped class," someone mentioned.

"Alas, he does own a fortune. He was coming to class for fun, it doesn't really matter if he shows up or not," another said.

"That's true. I'm so envious of him!" another student piped up.

"What are you jealous of? Chuck had only gotten lucky because he was born to rich parents. Do you think he has any extraordinary talents?" someone scoffed.

"No, I guess not. If I were as rich as him, I would have done bigger things than him, instead of a plain old plaza..." someone said.

The students were all bitter. Hearing this, Lara had gotten angry and had a spat with them. Around noon, Chuck was still absent. Lara felt a bit upset. Chuck, what are you doing now? Why don't you come to class?