My Billionaire Mom

Chapter 312

Of course, Chuck never intended to sleep with her in the first place. He had only always talked about it casually, but Quinn took it seriously.

However, he felt strange when he saw that Quinn's pretty eyes had been fixed on him. "President Miller, what are you thinking about?" He asked.

"Huh? Nothing. Didn't you want me to help you? Say it." Quinn was upset and thought in her heart, "Are you kidding me?"

Chuck was thinking that Quinn had been acquiring a lot of businesses. He had no time to manage all that recently. Yolanda had also said that there was a nightclub looking for a new owner, and he didn't have time to check it out as well. It couldn't go on like this. He wanted to see if he could cooperate with Quinn and acquire something together so that he could expand his business empire quickly.

Chuck told Quinn this, but she snorted, "Is this what you wanted me to help you with?"

"Yes, let's work together. I'm very busy recently, and I don't have time to do anything. President Miller, you have a good eye for projects. So, let's see if there is any chance for us to cooperate," he said.

"You don't have to flatter me," Quinn snorted.

"So, President Miller, are you..." Chuck continued.

"I've told you, stop calling me president!" Quinn snapped. She was furious and she turned around to leave.

Since Chuck had raised this matter, it was only natural that he wanted to get an answer. He caught up with her and asked, "What do you think?"

"Hmph, you have a good plan. You want me to help you with your business, don't you?" Quinn stared at Chuck.

Chuck smiled awkwardly, "It's fine then. The deal is off while our friendship is still on. Just pretend that I never said it."

"Hmph, never said it?" Quinn turned back around and said, "Okay, I'll do it."

To Chuck's surprise, she had actually agreed.

"Don't leave today. I'll treat you dinner as well later in the evening," Chuck smiled. He was not very sure if she would agree with it in the first place. After all, Quinn had a good eye and was not short of money. As long as she invested in businesses, she would have good returns. Why would she even want to cooperate with others?

"Do I need you to spend two hundred dollars to treat me to a meal? Am I short of dinner from you? Short of that two hundred dollars?" Quinn snorted.

"Didn't I ask you to order just now? You didn't want to order and said it was enough. What are you blaming me for?" Chuck muttered under his breath.

Quinn's beautiful eyes widened upon hearing this, "You think that I'm saying the meal was cheap? I was talking about you. You only treat me to a meal for a purpose." Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

"Then why should I treat you to a meal without a purpose? You are not short of a meal from me either," Chuck muttered. Treating Quinn to a meal for nothing? Chuck didn't have the mood to do so.

"You!" Quinn gnashed her teeth.

After that, he asked her where she wanted to go and eat. Anywhere would be fine for him. Maybe they could go to his mother's hotel and it was guaranteed to be expensive.

Quinn shook her head, "No, I have a project after this. If you really want to cooperate with me, just pay up then. I'll give you half of it."

Chuck breathed a sigh of relief, "What project is it?"

"Why are you asking for the details? Didn't you say I have a good eye?" Quinn said with no expression.

Chuck was rendered speechless. He had to admit that Quinn did have a good eye. Since she said it this way, it should be quality.

"Okay, when you've confirmed it, just let me know the price," Chuck said.

Quinn snorted and turned to leave. Chuck reached out helplessly and pulled her, "President Miller, don't be angry. I really want to treat you to dinner tonight. Don't go."

This was what he should do.

At the very least, the two of them had cooperated, so they should have dinner together.

"I don't eat spicy food. It was too spicy just now, change to another restaurant if you want to eat with me," Quinn said.

Chuck smiled, this meant that she agreed. There were several restaurants with lighter tasting dishes in the plaza. Chuck had eaten them several times and he decided to bring Quinn there that night.

However, he figured it would be better if they just went to his mother's hotel. Therefore, he said, "Let's go to my mother's hotel. The dishes there are delicious, some of them are worth more than 10,000 dollars. I'm sure you will like it."

"I didn't say I want to have something expensive. Let's just eat here," Quinn shook her head.

"Okay. Would you like to go to my office or wander around by yourself?" He asked.

"What's the point of wandering around? I've been here for dozens of times," Quinn replied.

Chuck turned around and asked, "Why did you come here so many times?"

"To acquire your plaza, duh!" Quinn snorted and went into the elevator with him. He smiled while thinking, "This woman is actually very soft-hearted." But thinking of Yvette, Chucked sighed again.

Quinn heard the sigh and looked at him, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine," he answered calmly.

"Was I too fierce in the elevator just now? But who told you to peek around?" Quinn sounded a little gentle as she spoke.

"Did I scared him just now? But he was never like this before, he was disgusting and would continue peeking even if I called him out. What is going on with him today? He seems so depressed. I wasn't even that harsh earlier," she wondered.

"No," Chuck said. He didn't know what else to say. He could only shake his head and say so.

When the elevator's door opened, Chuck went to find Yolanda. Quinn followed him out as well. She stared at Chuck and felt there was still something wrong with him, but she couldn't bring herself to ask him.

Yolanda saw Chuck and Quinn coming in. She was stunned and didn't ask any more questions. Chuck asked about the plaza and sure enough, Yolanda didn't let him down. She did a good job in this aspect.

Time flew. In the evening, Chuck wanted to bring Yolanda along for dinner with Quinn. After all, it was quite normal for him to do so. But Quinn was angry, she said, "You said you would treat me to dinner. Why did you call someone else? I don't want to eat anymore."

Quinn went out after saying that, she was very furious.

Chuck was dumbfounded by her attitude. He turned to Yolanda and said, "I'm sorry, Yolanda."

"It doesn't matter. I'll order takeout myself," Yolanda smiled.

Chuck had no choice but to chase after Quinn. It was not easy for them to cooperate with each other, but she got angry suddenly. How could they cooperate later?

"President Miller, don't be angry. Why do you behave like a little girl? It's not a big deal, it's just another person at the table," Chuck comforted her.

"Why should I have to eat with another person?" Quinn was in a rage. In order to have this dinner, she had been waiting for the whole afternoon and she hadn't even dealt with the affairs in her company. Unexpectedly, he invited another person in the end. What was this? Was it a dinner party?

"Okay, what do you want to eat? Let's eat, just the two of us," Chuck asked helplessly. He was having a break down internally. How could Quinn be so mean? Wasn't it just Yolanda?

"I don't want to eat anymore," Quinn refused.

"Sister Miller," Chuck compromised. Quinn turned around, "Who told you to call me sister? Who?"

"No one. Here, I've eaten this one. It's very delicious. Come here!" Chuck dragged her into the restaurant.

Quinn blushed and said, "Let go of my hand. I can walk by myself."

Chuck breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she was not angry. The two of them went in, and the waiter recommended them to have the couple set. Chuck waved his hand and said that they were not a couple. Then, he handed the menu to Quinn. She looked at it for a long time, and the waiter said, "Why not you guys just have the couple set? It's a good deal."

"No, why would I want to have a couple set?" Quinn shook her head.

"Okay, we will take this," Chuck said as he pointed at the couple set on the menu.

Chuck also thought it was a good deal. Anyway, it was just a meal. It was not like they had to feed it to each other, right? Wasn't it just a normal meal?

Quinn looked up at Chuck and handed the menu back to the waiter without saying anything.

"It's mainly because it's a good deal," Chuck explained.

"Yes, a good deal," Quinn also said.

Then, the two of them stopped talking.

It was very quiet until the dishes were served. Chuck thought it was a little funny because it seemed like a blind date. He picked up his fork and started eating. While eating, he said, "Do you think we look like we're on a blind date?"

"Who wants to have a blind date with you? You are so disgusting," Quinn snorted and continued to eat. She thought the food tasted good. The food they had during lunch was just too spicy.

Chuck thought of Yvette suddenly and sighed. Quinn looked up and said, "What's wrong with you? Fine, you're not really that disgusting..."

"Yeah," Chuck smiled bitterly. It was rare for Quinn to say that.

After they finished their meal, Chuck received a phone call from Regine.

"Hey, I've thought it over. Let's go to the Floriland." It was Regine's voice. She had thought about it over and over again. Chuck had promised her one thing and she was thinking about what she should do. It seemed that what she could do was to let Chuck accompany her on a trip to somewhere.

Anyway, he happened to have something to deal with over there.

"Okay, let's depart tomorrow morning." Chuck didn't hesitate at all. After all, Yvette was in Floriland at this time. However, Regine was actually asking him to do what he wanted.

"Huh? Are you agreeing so readily?" Regine was stunned.

"Yes, see you at the airport tomorrow morning." After that, Chuck hung up the phone.

"Hello, hello..." Regine called out. She was in a state of confusion. She looked at the phone number and said, "I didn't get the wrong number. Why did he agree to it so quickly?"

Regine found it very unexpected.

"Where are you going?" Quinn heard him. Where was he heading again?

"Floriland," Chuck didn't conceal anything.

"I am going as well," Quinn said solemnly. She wanted to find out what had happened to Chuck.