My Billionaire Mom

Chapter 207

Yvette Jordan was taken aback. When she went upstairs just now, she realized that she had carelessly left her bag in the restaurant and came down to retrieve it. She never expected to see her husband Chuck inside.

Chuck Cannon was in despair. If Yvette knew that he was the 'baller', she would definitely be angry, right?

He sighed and was about to confess.

After all, he was using the identity of the 'baller' to help her. She would not be too angry, would she?

He was about to say something when he was interrupted by Wilbur.

Wilbur Wendel had put on his stern businessman look and pretended to scold Chuck, "Chuck, what's wrong with you? You couldn't even handle such a minor issue and you have to disturb me during my meal. Are you going to disturb me in the middle of my business too?"

Chuck was speechless, but he was pretty fond of Wilbur now. He was a pretty good friend.

At least he was smart.

Hearing this, Yvette's heart ached. Was her husband here to apologize to Wilbur because of some business issues?

Yvette quickly came to Chuck's defense, "I'm sorry, my husband won't do it again." She didn't want to see her husband being wronged.

"Fine, since you've apologized for your husband, I'll let it go this time. Pay more attention to your work next time, do you understand?" Wilbur berated and pretended to storm out of the room.

He left to find Zabrina Yalden. After all, they were going to wrap up their shooting at the plaza in a few days. He had to take that opportunity to confess to her.

Chuck and Yvette heaved a sigh of relief. She quickly comforted him, "Hubby, don't worry. This happens quite often when you're working. Why don't you take a few days off and rest up?"

Chuck shook his head and refused, "No need."

Chuck knew that despite being under a lot of pressure, Yvette was still very concerned about him. He sighed helplessly. Yvette should have told him about her problems.

"Well, hubby, do you want to go to my office?" Yvette was worried that Chuck would be targeted by those people again.

Chuck was thinking of sending Yvette the money as soon as possible, so he couldn't go to her office at the moment. He came up with an excuse and said, "Honey, I'm going to learn boxing in the afternoon."

Yvette was still worried, "Okay. Hubby, be careful,"

"I will."

"I'll be going then." Yvette grabbed her bag and left for her company. The minute she disappeared from his sight, Chuck immediately called Yolanda and asked her to transfer 700,000 dollars to him. In less than a minute, the money was transferred into his account. Chuck transferred it to Yvette and said, "Loan sharks are pretty vicious. You need to pay off your loans first. What if something goes wrong and your husband becomes aware of it?"

He was relieved after sending the message.

Chuck saw that the message was still unseen, so he thought that Yvette was probably too busy to check her phone.

He was ready to go to the boxing house, Just as he was about to leave the restaurant, he met Queenie Carson, whom he hadn't seen for a few days. She was wearing a waitress' uniform. Was she working here?

Queenie was surprised. It was summer vacation so she was doing three part-time jobs at once to ensure she could pay for her tuition fees and continue studying. After all, she had a gigantic quarrel with her aunt.

Chuck greeted her politely, "How's it going? Are you used to the new place yet?"

Queenie asked softly, "I'm very well. Thank you. How... how are things going with Teacher Jordan?" They were most likely already living together. However, she couldn't help thinking of what she did that night with Chuck.

She really couldn't forget it. For the past few nights, she had been constantly dreaming of that night and how she woke up weak in her knees and feeling slightly uncomfortable. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

"Um, I live in her house." Chuck didn't think it was necessary to hide anything from Queenie since she knew about his relationship with Yvette. However, he was still slightly awkward. A slight glance of her hand would remind him of that night.

It was.... exciting but guilt-tripping. Nevertheless, it was pretty addictive.

The two of them were embarrassed.

"I won't bother you then."

"Yeah, I'll leave first then."

"Okay."

Chuck walked out while Queenie was feeling downcast.

She knew that it was just a misunderstanding that night. Chuck was going to touch Yvette but accidentally touched her instead. The rest of the night happened because he had aroused her and she took the initiative to help him... To put it short, the both of them had a whale of a time that day.

She should have forgotten that night, but how could she? It was her first time helping a boy...

She wondered if she would have the chance to help him again...

Queenie shook the thoughts out of her head and focused on earning money.

......

In the office, Yvette didn't have time to look at her mobile phone. The moment she left the restaurant and headed upstairs, the malicious loan sharks followed behind her closely with lewd eyes.

"Hey, you've disappointed me. I gave you my Whatsapp number but I can't believe you didn't add me." Dread snickered. He was annoyed at how Yvette refused to add his contact although he dropped her so many hints.

"What do you want?" Yvette stared at them. She had a bad feeling that something was about to happen.

Dread sat down and said, "Have you forgotten what day it is today? Time to return the money!"

Yvette said coldly, "100,000 dollars, right? I'll transfer it to you right now."

Dread sneered, "Are you playing dumb? It's 700,000 dollars! Isn't your little husband driving a sports car? Let him help you!" His men had reported to him that Chuck drove a sports car. To hell with

being poor! A sports car would cost at least a million dollars!

If he could afford it, why would he even bother getting a loan?

He didn't believe it until his men showed him the photos as evidence.

"I'll warn you, you'd better not think of using my husband!" Yvette snapped. That was her bottom line.

"If you don't pay me back right now, I'll send someone to drag him here. Do you hear me?" Dread was delighted. He continued threatening, "If you don't pay me back 700,000 dollars, I'll just have to take your hubby's car as mortgage. I'll give it back to you only if you pay me!"

"I'll call the police!" Yvette glared at him.

"Call the police? Well then, I'll have to ask my men to hack him to death. Do you believe I'll do that?" Dread sneered. He had already ordered two of his underlings to follow Chuck. With just a phone call, they could easily block him and give him a few good lashes. Who would be able to stop them?

"No, don't touch him." Yvette was desperate as she shook her head.

"If you don't want me to, then you'd better cough up the money! Or else, I'm afraid you'll have to go to the hospital to see him." Dread sneered, "Of course, you could also choose to spend some time entertaining me and I'll consider giving you an extension. It's your choice."

Yvette sat down. Chuck was her only family now, so she could not let anything happen to him. She struggled to think up a plan and finally said, her face as pale as death, "I don't have that much money for you now. If you insist, you can have my company. Take it..."

Dread frowned and asked, "How much is your low-grade company worth?" Yvette glared at him and was determined. She said, "It's not much, but I can give you another 500,000 dollars! I can sign the

contract with you now, but from now on we're done! Don't ever think of laying a finger on my husband, or I'll come after you and then kill myself! I mean it, and I'll do it!"

This woman was serious. She wasn't going to hesitate if they actually went against their terms.

Yvette was willing to give up everything just to protect Chuck.

Dread looked at her warily. For some reason, her desolate glare made his skin crawl. How could a mere woman give him such a feeling?

His underlings reminded him, "Boss, why don't we just let it go? We can get around 300,000 dollars if we sell the company, so it's not a loss for us." They were also equally scared by Yvette's eyes.

Dread snorted, "We'll be even if you add on 600,000 dollars and your Mercedes-Benz!"

"In your dreams! I won't give you the car!" Yvette was firm. This was the car that Chuck had bought for her. She cherished it a lot and would never give it to anyone else.

She negotiated, "600,000 dollars, plus the company! Otherwise, you won't get a cent!"

Dread's expression was sour as he was forced to agree, "Okay! Transfer the money now, and then sign the contract!"

Ultimately, he was still slightly worried about it. It was probably enough now that he got the money back and even managed to secure the ownership of a company. It was time to stop.

Yvette immediately transferred 600,000 dollars to him. After receiving the money, he had his men draw up an ownership transfer contract. It took 10 minutes to complete the whole process. Yvette felt empty inside. The company that she had spent 5 whole years on was gone in just a matter of minutes. She had invested too much into the company, having lost her house and even going into

debt because of it. Despite feeling bitter, at least Chuck wouldn't have to suffer because of her mistakes.

This was the only thing that could comfort Yvette at this moment.

Dread was delighted and handed Yvette her contract, taunting, "Nice cooperating with you, come find me if you... stop glaring at me now. At least I feel pretty happy about this exchange. Now you can finally take a good rest and relax. You can pack up your things here now and scram, because the company is now mine!"