My Billionaire Mom

Chapter 488

"Don't!"

Cheryl yelled. She was all at once furious, ashamed, and distressed.

She had always been conservative with her body. If these photos were spread out, she wouldn't be able to live with herself.

What would become of the Champ family's reputation?

Cheryl had gone through bitter hardships before. It wasn't easy for her to gain Chuck's forgiveness. She had thought that those agonizing times were gone and past but they were back again.

Cheryl was more than upset.

"What was that? You don't want me to spread the photos? Well then, hand over the one trillion dollars," Frieda cackled on the other end of the line.

One's confidence was echoed by one's capabilities.

Freida had improved tremendously after going through a period of Black Rose's training. One could even say that she was much more merciless compared to Black Rose herself.

She was cruel and had strong potential. This was why she had become confident enough to demand such an exorbitant price.

"Do you think I have that much money on hand right now?" Cheryl asked coldly.

"That's your problem to solve. My price still stands, one trillion dollars, not even a penny less!"

"With the current situation that the Champ Family is facing right now, it's impossible for me to withdraw that much money!" argued Cheryl.

Frieda snorted, "Are you deaf or dumb? I just told you, didn't I? That's your business to settle, I don't care either way. That's the price you have to pay." She was feeling joyful. If the Champ Family went bankrupt, she would be on cloud nine!

Cheryl had beaten her up last time.

She deserved this!

Frieda was going to crush her to pieces!

"You!" Cheryl choked out. She was infuriated to the point where her whole body was shaking.

"You know, I took a lot of photos of you that night. Come, let me show you more. How do you feel when you look at yourself? Haha!" Frieda mocked again.

But as Frieda was sending the photos to Cheryl, she accidentally selected a photo of Black Rose and sent that as well.

Cheryl watched as the photos were sent to her one by one. She was extremely mortified.

However, the last photo caught her eye. She paused and tapped it open to get a better look because she didn't think that was her in the photo.

This beautiful lady was a foreigner with an excellent figure. Did Frieda also take her photos secretly?

Yes, this woman seemed to be unconscious and her eyes were closed. What's more, there were injuries littered all over her body, and she was holding a gun.

Who was she?

Cheryl was confused and disgusted at Frieda's sadistic behavior. How could she take photos of an injured woman?!

How many photos did she take?

Cheryl saved the photo anyway. She thought that it might be useful to her in the long run. If she could find the woman in this photo.

"Oh cr*p, I sent the wrong photo!" Frieda thought in panic.

She hurriedly deleted the photo of Black Rose, letting out a sigh of relief when she did. However, she didn't know that Cheryl had already saved the photo.

"I'll give you a day to think about it! Otherwise, every man in the world will see these photos. They would be so grateful to see them..." Frieda trailed off, hanging up the call.

"Bang!"

Black Rose knocked on the door and called for her, "Are you still not getting up? It's training time!"

"Okay, right away, right away!" Frieda put away her phone and hurriedly put on her clothes, rushing out the door.

She watched Black Rose's stoic nature in silence. Frieda was going to make sure her capabilities surpass Black Rose's. She planned to use the same method to blackmail her into giving her money. Frieda would threaten to expose her nudes to the whole world as well.

She willingly followed Black Rose during training. In fact, Frieda had been training hard by herself ever since she had returned. She had to improve herself in order to stamp out all the men.

On the other hand, Cheryl sat on the floor in dismay. One trillion dollars. she couldn't possibly conjure up that much money in such a short time. Moreover, even if she had managed to get it, what if Frieda played dirty?

Didn't it mean that she would be extorted endlessly?

Cheryl felt hopeless. She didn't know what to do.

The Champ family couldn't afford to take out so much money.

When she thought about the consequences, she was disheartened and embarrassed. She cried silently, her tears gut-wrenching.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Her daughter noticed her tears, running to her.

"I'm fine. Go on and play by yourself over there, Dear," Cheryl said as she wiped her face but the tears kept coming.

She had no clue what else to do.

She had searched far and wide for Frieda but still came up empty-handed.

"Mom, are you in trouble? You can always ask that uncle to help you, you know," her daughter said with a serious note.

"Chuck?"

Cheryl's heart soured at the thought. How on earth could he help her with this?

"Yes, him. He will help you! That uncle is a good man," her daughter declared.

Cheryl knew that Chuck was a good person, but he had literally just forgiven her. How could she just go up to him for a favor so suddenly?

"Alright, Dear. Go and play now," she patted her daughter's head as she said.

Her daughter obediently went about her business. Soon enough, Cheryl came up to hug her and reminded her, "Be good. I'm going out for a while. Take care of yourself, alright?"

"Yes, Mom. I will," her daughter replied. She was well-behaved.

Cheryl parted with her reluctantly.

Soon, Cheryl left in a daze. She would die before telling her family about the situation she was in right now. She drove around aimlessly, her mind racing as she tried to think of solutions to her problem.

She was so close to breaking down into tears again.

Without realizing where she was going, she had subconsciously driven to a particular spot and stopped there. She was surprised by herself. Why did she come here?

She sighed and was ready to leave the area when suddenly, she saw a car drive out of the building. It was Willa with Chuck and Yvette.

Cheryl lowered her head, not daring to make eye contact with any of them. She burst into tears instantly, feeling pathetic.

"Chucky, Cheryl's car is over there," Willa informed when she noticed.

Chuck glanced at the direction she was indicating and wondered to himself, "What is she doing here?"

Hadn't he already forgiven her?

Yvette looked over and asked, "Hey, why is she crying?"

She turned to look at him.

"Honey, what are you looking at me for?" he questioned in confusion.

"You little rascal, what do you think?" Yvette leaned into his ear and said. The implication was obvious.

Chuck was on the brink of a breakdown now.

At this moment, Cheryl had managed to brave herself to come out of her car. She had no choice now. She needed to speak to Chuck.

Her eyes were red and swollen as she walked over. "President Logan, I'm terribly sorry, but can I speak to Mr. Cannon privately for a moment?" she asked tentatively.

She saw Yvette sitting in the car and thought strangely, "Who is this woman? She's beautiful."

To be honest, Willa was unwilling to do so because Cheryl was an infamous man-eater. She did not wish Chuck to have too much contact with Cheryl. However, Cheryl looked like she had been crying her eyes out. Willa pitied her and wanted to show her some compassion.

"Chucky, would that be okay?" Willa asked Chuck.

He glanced at Cheryl a few times before eventually getting out of the car. If he didn't, Cheryl would only delay everyone's time. They walked to the side as Cheryl stuttered with a sob, "Thank you for giving me a chance, Mr. Cannon." This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"What is it? I'm on a schedule, you know?" Chuck said a little impatiently.

"I-I..." she started to stammer.

"Just tell me!" He said coldly.

Cheryl cried as if someone had wronged her and she pleaded, "Mr. Cannon, I'm sorry to ask this of you but can you please help me?"

"Why should I help you?" Chuck asked, glaring at her.

"I know, I know, but I really don't have any other choice anymore," Cheryl shed more tears as she explained, looking even more pitiful.

Chuck didn't say a word and merely looked at her.

"Frieda has... photos of me. She's using them to blackmail me into giving her money that I don't have," Cheryl sobbed.

"So, do you want me to pay so that you can retrieve those photos?" Chuck asked indifferently.

This woman was strange. Why did Cheryl think he would help her in the first place?

"It's not that. Mr. Cannon, you're a powerful man. I just need your help to find out her whereabouts. Is that okay? Please, I beg you," Cheryl continued pleading.

Chuck's expression was dismissive. He didn't expect Frieda to be bold enough to blackmail Cheryl. Was she stupid?

"How much did she blackmail you for?"

"One trillion dollars," Cheryl answered as she bawled harder.

Chuck was stunned by the alarming sum. He rubbed his nose as he contemplated her request.

"Mr. Cannon, Frieda also took many pictures of other women. I know she's planning something," Cheryl continued.

"What? She even took pictures of other people? Who?" Chuck asked as he was suddenly interested. In addition to Cheryl's photos, how had Frieda managed to take photos of other people as well? It was simply astounding.