My Billionaire Mom

Chapter 420

However, Chuck thought it was normal for men to have such feelings for women like Patricia. At the very least, Patricia was tall, slender, and had legs that went on for miles. Who wouldn't like her?

At the same time, Chuck didn't think Landon was right to force Patricia into accompanying him like this.

"So Mr. Cannon, would you be willing to help me?" Patricia asked, having plucked up her courage.

If she let someone violent like Landon take her, wouldn't she eventually be tortured to death? He might even hit her!

Looking at Chuck, she felt that he was different. At least he had a better temper and he didn't look to be tempted by her at the moment.

Chuck glanced at her a few times and asked, "Give me a good reason then. Why should I help you?"

He wasn't some sort of lapdog. What made her think she could order him to help her?

They did not know each other well either, having only met several times. Although this woman was smart, it didn't mean that Chuck had to assist her. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Chuck didn't like meddling in other people's business. There were so many intelligent people in the world. It didn't mean that Chuck had to help all of them.

"I..." Patricia bit her lip as she pondered over it. A reason?

She really couldn't think of one.

She was losing her confidence now. She wasn't familiar with Chuck in the slightest. They had only met because of Aaron's ignorance.

"Cat got your tongue? Tell me, what is your reason?" Chuck looked at her expectantly as he repeated.

When he was with the Allen family last time, Chuck had left a lasting impression on them. To help her, it was just a matter of exchanging a few words.

However, why had Chuck even asked her this in the first place?

"I..." Patricia couldn't get any words out.

Indeed, why should he help her? There was no concrete reason. Unless...

Was he trying to imply something?

Patricia eyed Chuck suspiciously but his gaze didn't appear to harbor any kind of desire towards her. He probably wasn't suggesting... that.

She was just thinking too much.

"It's fine if you can't think of anything. Sorry, but I've got something else to tend to," Chuck said, waving her away as he walked over to Yolanda to inquire about the hotel's progress.

"Mr. Cannon, can you give me a few days to come up with a reason?" Patricia pleaded desperately. She had witnessed the struggle between family feuds first hand. It was a horrible thing, for a larger family to gobble up a medium-sized family like hers.

"Let me ask you. Do you think your family is important?" Chuck asked.

"Yes," Patricia answered with no hesitance.

"Then you've already made your choice now, haven't you? You want to protect your family but you want to protect your innocence at the same time. It is impossible to have both. It should be very clear which one you should choose," Chuck said.

"I..." Patricia would usually give Chuck a slap to the face at this point but she couldn't. She was asking for his help.

She wasn't brave enough to do so anyhow. After all, he had managed to cripple Landon for a moment. After so many days, Landon had been quiet and didn't bother her. She couldn't get angry with Chuck for this.

If she angered Chuck, she knew she would face worse consequences.

"You better have a nice think about it yourself," added Chuck.

"Excuse me, but did you break Landon's leg?" Patricia asked for it was very important to confirm this matter.

"No," Chuck replied simply.

"It wasn't you? Then, who did?" Patricia was taken aback.

"Leonardo," Chuck answered calmly.

Patricia let out a shocked gasp at that.

She was horrified to hear that but asked again after some consideration, "Did you order him to do it?"

He replied, "I guess I did." Technically, it was Betty's orders but she was working for him. So, it was almost the same.

Patricia was rendered speechless by her surprise. Was Chuck really that capable? To the point where Leonardo had been forced by him to personally break Landon's leg?

She couldn't believe that Chuck actually was capable enough to force even Leonardo to surrender to him.

"Could you please help me?" Patricia continued to plead even more desperately. If he could make Leonardo turn on his own family, then Chuck would be able to settle her matter in seconds.

"Again, why should I? You couldn't even explain that to yourself. I'm not a charitable person, you know," Chuck said flatly.

Patricia was completely at a loss for words. "Mr. Cannon, what happened that day, I'm..."

She thought that maybe he was holding a grudge against her from the other day. After all, she had not called Landon out for his rude behavior towards him.

"Well, we don't know each other that well anyway. Don't overthink too much. If you can't give me a good reason, I suggest you find yourself a bodyguard," Chuck said and proceeded to turn away, on his way to find Yolanda.

Patricia had intended to say something else but bit her lip to stop herself. In the end, she could only sigh.

She couldn't come up with an excuse for the time being but Chuck had a point. She could always get a bodyguard.

She had to protect herself, in case Landon wanted to vent out his frustrations over his broken leg on her.

She walked out of the hotel eventually. Where could she find a bodyguard?

She gave her assistant a call.

"Find me a bodyguard. A female one," Patricia said.

She hung up after that. Her assistant should be able to find someone for her.

As expected, in less than half an hour, she received a call from her assistant with the name of her new bodyguard. When Patricia looked at the bodyguard's name, she muttered to herself, "Blood Leopard?"

On the information sheet, it also stated that she was an assassin. One who had just debuted.

As far as the whole country was concerned, Blood Leopard was the cheapest help one could get and she was quite capable.

Patricia didn't much mind how much it would cost her. It was Blood Leopard's ability to protect her that was most important.

Patricia really didn't want this person to protect her. After all, she had just debuted, and so Patricia thought that she probably wasn't very competent. Patricia could not gamble with her own safety like this.

Just as she was about to ask the assistant to continue her search, her phone rang. It was a call from an unknown number.

Patricia answered anyway.

"I'm Blood Leopard. You can trust me to protect you with my life. Just relax."

The lady on the other end said in an emotionless tone.

Indeed.

Yvette was Blood Leopard.

She had finished her first job and felt that this industry was not bad. It could really help hone her physical and psychological skills.

Furthermore, she could even make a living off it.

When Yvette had seen this job offer pop up just now, she didn't hesitate to sign up. Her organization had also agreed. After all, headquarters had given her brownie points as they were quite impressed with Yvette's speed at completing the previous task.

It was wholly up to the client now.

Yvette had to fight for her own opportunities and so, she made the call.

"Let's say a man wants to do something to me, what would you do to him? I forbid murder," Patricia inquired. The cold voice on the other end had somewhat instilled some of her confidence in the assassin's abilities. Was Blood Leopard an expert who had just joined the assassin industry?

"I'll protect you until you manage to get away from him," Yvette replied simply.

"Alright, then. Where are you now?" Patricia asked.

"Ocean City."

"I'm on Hornbill Road in the neighboring city. There's a Nine Days Hotel here. I'll wait for you for an hour," Patricia said.

"No problem," Yvette answered.

Patricia hung up the phone then. She sat in the car and just waited for time to pass. About an hour later, Patricia, who was resting her eyes in the car heard the sound of someone knocking on her

window.

She opened her eyes and rolled her windows down. She was surprised by who she was looking at.

The assassin looked so charming. She was wearing a baseball cap and a simple denim jacket but they could barely conceal her good looks and figure.

Yvette had rushed over here in a hurry.

"Are you Blood Leopard?" Patricia inquired, taken aback. How could such a beautiful woman turn out to be an assassin?

She did not see that coming.

"I am," Yvette said, her tone icy.

The frost in her voice and gaze boosted the confidence Patricia had in her. "Okay. You may get in."

Yvette had been carrying a backpack. She eventually settled in the car with Patricia.

First, she inquired about Patricia's situation. Patricia did not hide any details from her as she described all of her unfortunate encounters.

Yvette nodded and asked, "Understood. So who is this person you're talking about?"

Patricia was reluctant to tell her. If she said it out, would Yvette leave out of fear? Would she not accept this deal?

"Just tell me. I've already prepared myself mentally when I took on the job," Yvette said, feeling very sure of herself. This lady had taken such a huge risk to find an assassin for protection. She was certainly no ordinary woman.

"Someone from the Allen family," Patricia finally said.

"Which Allen family?" Yvette wondered aloud.

"The one from the Four Greatest Households," Patricia clarified.

Yvette was startled by this. She was born and bred in this country, so of course, she knew who the Allen family was.

So someone in the family had somehow taken a fancy to this woman?

"Are you scared?" Patricia asked and was a bit disappointed by Yvette's reaction. She must be afraid after hearing who her opponent was.

"There's nothing to be afraid of," Yvette replied casually. She was on a job, what use was fear?

"Are you sure?"

"I am," Yvette answered.

Patricia was satisfied with Yvette's answer and replied, "Alright. If you accept the job, you can start now until this matter is resolved."

"Oh? Do you have a plan?" Yvette was a tad surprised.

"I do," Patricia said firmly as she looked out of the window. Following her gaze, Yvette looked and saw that she was staring at a hotel called Nine Days Hotel. She had never heard of it before.

"Is the boss of this hotel helping you?" Yvette was quick-witted to catch on.

"He didn't agree to it, He wanted me to find him a good reason for his help."

"Reason?" Yvette echoed.

"I can't think of one for now but once I do, I think he'll help me," Patricia said but was still not very self-assured.

"Who's the boss? Is he strong enough to fight the Allen family?" Yvette was rather inquisitive. She knew of countless powerful people that hid themselves within the country.

"Mr. Cannon," Patricia answered.

"Mr. Cannon?" Yvette parroted back. She only knew of one person with that surname and muttered, "That's also my husband's surname."

"You have a husband?" Patricia asked in confusion. What was up with Yvette? How could her husband even allow her to be an assassin?

Was he living off of her?

"Yes, I do," Yvette answered.

"Well, that's... I hope you don't mind me asking, but does he depend on you financially?" Patricia asked.

"He used to be. But now, no. I'm the one depending on him now..." Yvette explained as her thoughts now filled with Chuck. They hadn't seen each other for a few days now.

To be honest, she didn't really know where he had been at all.

Patricia couldn't comprehend why someone would come out to work as an assassin if they had a husband out putting food on the table.

"You didn't tell your husband about this?" she asked.

"No, I don't have the guts to," Yvette's eyes softened as she replied. If she told Chuck this, he would be worried out of his mind. His anxiety would make her anxious in return which would affect the mental state she was in when she was on the job.

Plus, if she had told him, he would definitely forbid her from continuing. He might not tell her straight up but she knew he would give her the cold shoulder.

"But... why?" Patricia asked.

Yvette did not answer.

Patricia saw that Yvette didn't want to elaborate any more on that, so she didn't pry any further. Perhaps she was afraid that her husband would be worried about her. He was lucky to have a wife who was capable of earning so much money.

"Does Mr. Cannon have power over the person you mentioned?" Yvette asked to make sure before she could consider her next steps upon meeting Landon.

This was a very important question. If she killed him, it would spell nothing but trouble. If she didn't, Patricia would still be in danger.

"Yes, Mr. Cannon is very capable," Patricia responded. She was still extremely curious about him. Just what on earth was Chuck's story?