My Billionaire Mom

Chapter 310

"No, I won't. How could I fall in love with Chucky? I just feel sorry for him. He's only 19 years old. That's too young of an age. How could I possibly fall for him?"

Willa denied her thoughts quickly, and she continued to hold her chin and thought, "But, why do I miss him so much? And he looked so cute when in his sleep last night..."

Willa smiled, "Chucky, you are my first kiss as well... But you still don't know that it was me, the one you kissed."

Willa felt a slight disappointment in her heart. This matter could not be said to Chuck. If he found out, how would she face him after?

Willa felt that she shouldn't think about it anymore. She muttered, "Chucky is still young, he is still young..."

The more Willa thought about it, the more her beautiful eyes became dim. She kept reminding herself, "Yes, you're still young, but I'm already in my thirties..."

She then continued wondering aloud, "When will Chucky come over? Hmm, why don't I go to him? But, for what reason? It has only been half a day."

"This is so annoying!" Willa felt a headache. "But he's my Chucky... Isn't it normal for me to go to him? Then, he'll take me around. Wouldn't that be great?" She wondered and chuckled to herself.

Willa smiled, "Well, I'll wait for two more days before I go to see him. Chucky may be a little busy these few days, I shouldn't disturb him for now. But, it's so boring here..."

......

Chuck felt that he was at fault too. "Forget it, Regine is already crying. As a man, I should at least comfort her," he thought to himself. "I'm sorry, okay?" He said to her.

"Sorry? Who needs your apology?" Regine wiped her tears and felt aggrieved, "If you didn't have such a nice bod, I wouldn't have hit on you."

"Then, what do you want me to do?" Chuck felt irritated.

"You made me cry. Don't you know that? Last time you scolded me, now you admonish me again," Regine said. She felt wronged. No one had ever berated her like that.

"What exactly do you want?" Chuck asked directly.

She answered, "Promise me one thing, then I'll accept your apology." Regine had thought about it over and over again. She felt that she had embarrassed herself a lot that day and she didn't care to embarrass herself a little more.

It was not an easy task to make Chuck compromise, therefore she must seize this opportunity.

Besides, Regine hadn't come up with an idea at the moment.

"What is it?" He asked.

"I don't have any ideas yet. Hey, did you know you made me cry twice?" Regine said in anger.

Chuck had no choice but to turn around and get into the car, saying, "Okay, but I'm telling you in advance that I'm not going to say yes to any request. If it's to treat you to a meal or bring you somewhere, that would be fine."

She scoffed, "When did I ask for you to treat me? My family owns a restaurant. Same goes to travelling, my family is not as rich as yours, but I am not that poor." Regine was very confident at

this point.

"Alright, just let me know when you have an idea." Chuck said this and was ready to drive away, but Regine ran over to his car and said with her mouth curled, "Chuck, I'm warning you, don't go and tell others that I was hitting on you, especially our classmates. Don't tell anyone."

How embarrassing would it be if people were to find out?

Chuck just stared at Regine as she arched her body and seemed to be leaning against the window. The sports car was quite low in height so he caught a glance of her body.

"Hey, why don't you say something? I'm asking you to promise me. Promise me! Ah! You're such a hooligan!" Regine was speaking and suddenly realized where he was looking. She quickly covered herself furiously, then raised her hand and slapped Chuck on impulse.

But she was scared after she hit him, and she immediately rubbed Chuck's face, which had turned red. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Chuck, I didn't mean it. Don't be angry, I'm sorry, okay?" She cried.

Fortunately, the slap was not that hard. Otherwise, Chuck would have stepped out and hit her. "Let go," he said.

"I'm sorry. Who told you to stare? Didn't you have enough of them the other day? It hurts so much," Regine curled her lips and murmured.

"Hey, I'm telling you, don't tell anyone about this!" Regine added as Chuck stepped on the pedal and left.

Regine stamped her foot and scolded, "Pervert, such a pervert!"

Regine curled her lips and picked up the clothes that were on the ground, placing them back into her bag. She then turned around and headed home, thinking about what she could ask Chuck to

do.

As soon as she turned around, her mother showed up. She was a charming woman. She had heard it when Chuck honked his car horn. She asked, "Regine, was that your boyfriend?"

"No, it was a classmate. Just a classmate," Regine blushed.

"Really? You never had a classmate fetch you home before. What's more, you have your own car. Why did you come home in his car instead?" Her mother asked doubtfully.

"Mom, don't talk nonsense. He is my classmate." Regine looked back at Chuck, who was driving away, and muttered, "Pervert..."

......

Pa!

A slap came onto Yvette's face, and she fell to the ground with a hint of indifference in her eyes. She had arrived in Floriland, a place where her grandfather was most of the time. Yvette was in a company that she was about to take over, and the man in front was her cousin.

After hearing Yvette's words, Damon was so angry that he couldn't help being violent. Besides, he was a master of martial arts, so Yvette couldn't fight him.

Yvette got up from the ground and said, "Damon, Grandpa said..."

Pa!

Yvette's cousin slapped her face again. Yvette couldn't avoid it at all, but she retreated and didn't fall to the ground this time.

"Who are you calling your cousin? Get out of here. Do you hear me?" Damon snorted in disdain. "What's going on? I've heard about her but I've never seen her before. Now, she wants to take over the company. What is she trying to do?" He thought to himself.

Yvette stared at him coldly, "Grandpa said that from now on, I'll be in charge of the company."

"F*ck you!" Her cousin kicked her.

Yvette wanted to dodge the kick, but she didn't have enough basic skills to do so. She clutched her stomach and fell to the ground. She was in so much pain that she almost fainted. When she got up again, her cousin came over and grasped her neck, "Get out, do you hear me? Ahhhh!"

He roared suddenly because Yvette had tried to stab him with something in her hand. Fortunately, he was quick-witted and grabbed the dagger with his bare hand.

Pa!

His palm was bleeding. He hit Yvette in fury and she was beaten to the ground. Damon stared at her and sneered, "You're a little cruel, but not cruel enough. I'll give you another chance. Get out now!"

Yvette shook her head and rose to her feet. She had nothing to lose. She had to take over the company that day, so she could go to the United States.

Her cousin threw away her dagger and dragged her on the floor, towards outside. Yvette struggled in his grip, and Damon laughed ferociously, "Your dead father was a good-for-nothing. How could he die in the hands of a woman? Doesn't he feel ashamed? He even gave birth to such a sc*m like you. You should go to h*ll, do you know that? Go to h*ll!"

Yvette's cousin dragged her across the floor and threw her out. Yvette did not make a sound, but her eyes had become extra vicious. She yelled, "You are not allowed to say that about my father!"

It was the last shred of her patience. She had never met her father, but if it wasn't for him, she wouldn't be alive that day.

Upon hearing Damon's words, Yvette felt a chill running down her spine.

"I'm not allowed to say it? Who do you think you are to tell me what to do?" He walked over and kicked her again. Yvette couldn't avoid the heavy blow and she fell to the ground.

"Look at you, what a f*cking loser! How dare you come to my company?" Damon sneered at her.

"Grandpa only asked you to manage it," Yvette corrected him. She finally understood why during her grandfather's last moment, he had told her not to let the others in the family know about his death.

The people in this family were not united. Once the head of the family died, the family members would all scatter apart from each other. Yvette swore that she would never allow such a thing to happen, so she had to control everything in the family.

Otherwise, her mother in the United States would not live a good life.

"Grandpa gave it to me. You said that Grandpa is passing it over to you, right? If that's the case, tell Grandpa to give me a call," Damon snorted coldly. He felt that something was wrong. Why did his grandfather suddenly ask him to hand over the company?

Then, he thought of something.

"D*mn it! Did you kill Grandpa? Did you kill him just to get the property? You b*stard!" He cursed as he kicked her out of the room. Yvette didn't scream, but she lay on the ground filled with pain and no energy.

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When her cousin saw that Yvette was silent, he was surprised and thought in his heart, "Is Grandpa really dead? Then, aren't I the next successor of the family? After all, I am the only one left who is worthy to be an heir in my family. The others are either elderlies or teenagers. How can they compete with me? Except for her, who is still somehow qualified."

At the thought of this, Damon wanted to kill her. He dragged Yvette back to the room and said, "It seems that grandpa was really killed by you. You are so ungrateful! And now, you still have the nerve to come here and take over the company? Who do you think you are to ask for the company? You are a f*cking dog. Do you know that? A dog that was placed with Karen Lee's son now wants to take over the company, are you kidding me?"

He slapped Yvette's face again, this time even more ferociously.