My Billionaire Mom

Chapter 437

Chuck smiled and walked over. "You like me?"

"You're right," Frieda taunted. Come closer and I'll let you taste something, she thought viciously. The knife in her bag was meant for him!

"But I don't!" Chuck replied with sarcasm.

Undeniably, Frieda had an impressive figure and appearance which not every woman possessed. To some extent, Frieda had the lovely temperament of a blossoming young lass, especially her bright and glowing skin.

However, her personality was unbearable to Chuck! He wanted to smack her out of annoyance, so how could he be fond of her at all?

"Hey!" Frieda gasped with resentment in her eyes. She felt insulted again and barked, "Give me back my photos then!"

"Why should I?" Chuck shrugged. "I want to enjoy them from time to time. After all, you're the new campus belle now, and you're so pretty and attractive! I have to say, Frieda, you really look great! I guess you wouldn't mind me taking out the photos to view again later, right?"

"Scr*w you!" Frieda was mad over the embarrassment and took out the knife from her bag.

Thwack!

Chuck slapped heavily on her face, leaving a palm print on her deformed snowy white cheek.

"Did you think you could kill me?" Chuck said indifferently.

After he learned how to fight, his response was quicker than before, and hence, a woman could not besiege him so easily! ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Frieda's face was numb. She was filled with feelings of agony, grievance, misery, and rage, all of which made her burst into tears. She sobbed, "How could you..."

"I want to kick you too!" Chuck went straight to the point, saying, "Do you think you're so amazing just because you're the campus belle and every guy should fancy you? Why are you so self- centered? Who do you think you are?"

Indeed, Frieda seemed to be spoiled because of her age. There was no way for comparison with Yvette, the considerate one.

They were miles apart!

"How could you say such words... I'm so beautiful yet you still scolded me..." Frieda cried and the knife fell to the ground.

"B*stard, return me the photos!" Frieda then came over and tugged at Chuck.

Chuck ignored her.

Frieda wailed even harder and kept on sobbing. Chuck was annoyed yet feeling a bit soft-hearted. Was the slap too hard? But who told her to take out a knife? She had asked for it.

He was being kind for not chopping off her hand.

"... Give me the photos... Give me... Please..." Frieda sobbed.

She hadn't been able to sleep well as she feared that Chuck would make the photos go viral. She was only seventeen, how would she face other people? Would her whole life be ruined?

"Give me, give me.." Frieda continued shedding her tears.

Chuck lost his patience, took out his phone and said, "Look! I'm deleting the photos in front of you!"

Chuck usually didn't view the photos, so there was no point for him to keep them. He would just erase them, or else the woman would not stop crying.

He deleted them one by one.

"Satisfied? Let go! Else I'll give you another slap!" Chuck reprimanded.

Frieda stared at Chuck with hatred and seethed, "Do you leave any back-up copies?"

She didn't believe that Chuck was an easy one. How was it possible for such a pervert to be so kind-hearted?

"No," Chuck said impatiently and wanted to get rid of Frieda. "I'm fed up with you!"

Chuck opened the door and went out. Frieda felt extremely bad. She touched her swollen cheek and cried loudly. After a while, she stared at him with loath and cursed, "You'll pay for this! I'll show you! How could you treat me like this! I'll make you suffer!"

Frieda was like a devil. She didn't want to stay here anymore. She wanted to leave and avenge Chuck and make his life hard!

She opened the door, went out, and heard a pleasant voice. "What happened to you?"

Frieda turned around and saw a beautiful lady with a concerned look.

Yes, she was Cheryl. She had been waiting downstairs for a while just now and felt that it was better to check-in to a suite to rest as she was tired from driving here.

However, when she came up, she saw the sweet young thing who had just gone up with Chuck. The girl was having teary eyes full of grievance, even with a palm print on her face!

What had happened? Did Chuck, the scumbag actually hit women?"

Cheryl was also a woman. How could she bear with this?

"I, I..." Frieda burst into tears. The sight of her crying was so pitiful, making people feel distressed.

Nevertheless, deep inside, Frieda grinned!

She was so used to luxury goods that almost all of them were at her fingertips.

Cheryl's lipstick, foundation, eyeliner, perfume, blouse, pants, shoes, especially the bag and the exquisite watch, necklace as well as the earrings... All these added up to at least 50 million dollars! The watch and necklace were limited editions, which were not even for sale!

She was absolutely a baller!

Thus, Frieda acted pitiful upon thinking that Cheryl must be much wealthier than Chuck. What if Cheryl was the one to deal with Chuck?

Well, Chuck would definitely become a beggar!

Thinking of this made Frieda excited.

"What's wrong? Did he hit you?" Cheryl was enraged.

Such a gorgeous and naive girl, why would he hit her? Such a pervert!

"Yes, he hit me..." Frieda wept so pitifully with her teary eyes. Who would not feel sorry to see this?

Not to mention Cheryl, who was also a woman.

Frieda continued to sob aggrievedly.

"It's alright now. Is he still here?" Cheryl looked into the room.

"No, he left after hitting me. He was being such a pervert. He would hit if I didn't agree..."

"It's alright, it's over now. Come inside my room." Cheryl sighed. How naive was this little girl? That j*rk was too mean. How could he treat her like this!

"Thank you." Frieda snickered in secret. She did it!

Frieda continued crying while she followed Cheryl in.

"What's your name?" Cheryl asked.

"Thea Andrews," Frieda lied. She had to. Otherwise, what would happen if this pretty woman leaked the truth?

"Thea, do you still feel pain on your face?" Cheryl said.

"He hit me, and it hurts," Frieda replied.

"Don't worry. Tell me, what is he working as?" Cheryl wanted to confirm whether Chuck was one of Karen's lackey, the hotel owner.

This was very crucial, lest it would be troublesome if she had offended Karen right away.

Frieda said, "He's a liar. He lies everywhere he goes. He told me he didn't have a girlfriend. He liked me very much and asked me to be his girlfriend. I accepted but I didn't expect him to be so disgusting."

"What's his relationship with the owner of this hotel?" Cheryl asked again.

"I don't think they're related. If they are, why would he ask me to pay the bill?" Frieda retorted.

Cheryl also agreed. They could just get a room for free.

However, it was unlikely that she would look for Chuck over a sweet young lady she had just met. She was certainly not an impulsive one and there was a limit to help. However, Chuck had become trash in Cheryl's impression.

It was to the point she couldn't let it go!

Cheryl comforted, "Don't cry anymore. What do you wanna eat? Dinner's on me."

"Thank you, but I'm not hungry. I wanna go home. I don't wanna see him anymore. He makes me sick." Frieda stood up crying with a hint of exasperation in her heart. Cheryl reacted as if she was not going to help. Thus, she just cried in vain.

"Don't rush. As long as I'm here, he wouldn't dare to come over. You can sleep here tonight. It's fine for me." Cheryl let out a rare smile. How could this girl be so innocent?

Cheryl had always been lonely as she was cursed with misfortunes on her husband for such a long time. It was a relief that she could have someone to talk to on this night.

Cheryl was very lonely. Why could she have such a curse?

"Alright, thank you." Frieda suddenly thought of a sinister idea.

"No problem. I'll order room service." Cheryl went to make the call. Frieda saw Cheryl's curvy figure and smiled wickedly inside her heart. She had been triggered by Aaron last time, so this time, she would take Cheryl's photos and then...