My Billionaire Mom

Chapter 370

When Yolanda got off from work, she had received a call from the plaza security, informing her that the plaza was on fire. She was put in a state of panic and shock.

She was in charge of the plaza, so she knew the entire layout of it like the back of her hand. She had been asking people to check up on the plaza constantly because she was afraid that such a thing would happen.

The first thing she thought of when she received this call was that this was clearly set up by someone!

Yolanda had just returned home and was ready to shower and rest up. However, before she could even step foot in her bathroom, she had received the call and rushed out instantly to drive to the plaza.

Her place was close to the plaza. When she pulled out and started heading towards the plaza, she could see black rings of smoke billowing towards the sky where the plaza was.

Just as she got out of her car, a woman ran past her towards the commotion.

It was still very early in the morning.

There was no one on the street, but the sudden fire had attracted a lot of attention. People started to take pictures and videos, no doubt to upload them onto the Internet.

Among Lara's classmates, a few of them had just finished partying someplace else when they were met with the fire.

They laughed at that.

"Wow, there's a fire, guys!" a girl exclaimed.

"Take a photo, quick!" another girl said.

Several students took photos, videos, and had uploaded them onto the Internet in a matter of seconds. They gloated as they did so.

The headline was: Shocking News! Fire in City Square! Death Ensued!

Very soon, students started to comment on those posts.

"What's going on?"

"The plaza is on fire!"

"What kind of trashy plaza doesn't have better safety? They must have not had safety features set up! Take care not to go there anymore, everyone!" a person insisted in the comments.

"I feel that City Square is pretty good. Yolanda, the former campus belle, is still the manager there, do you know that?"

"Really? Would that mean Yolanda was going to lose her job this time?" a person mocked in the comments.

"Haha, she may be fired. Let's group together so we can offer her comfort!" one of them said.

"Haha, yes, count me in!" they laughed.

......

"Charlotte, where are my pajamas?" Lara asked as she came out of the bathroom.

Charlotte was envious at what she saw. She curled her lips and accused, "Hey, would you mind putting on your clothes after you've finished washing up? Are you trying to show off?"

Lara had such a good figure. For a skinny woman like Charlotte, Lara's body was envy-inducing. Why did they look so much different? They were relatives, after all, the difference couldn't have been that far off. Charlotte was upset.

Lara grinned at that. "I'm not showing off," she said.

"Here, take this. Hurry up and put it on. You are so annoying," Charlotte said as she threw Lara her pajamas. Lara giggled as she put it on.

After blow-drying her hair, she lay on the sofa and logged into her WhatsApp to send a message to Chuck, but she noticed that he had not replied to her previous message. Lara pouted a bit. "When will he pay attention to me?" she thought. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Lara was disappointed because Chuck did not reply to her message. But at the same time, she was feeling a bit excited, anticipating his eventual reply to her.

She got bored and quit the chat group to look at some news online. Soon, she saw a person's post and read aloud, "City Square is on fire..."

Lara's eyes went wide with shock, trying to reread what she had just read. The plaza was on fire, the picture showed black smoke...

"Charlotte, Charlotte!" Lara yelled, shock coursing through her body.

"What is it now? I'm going to bed," Charlotte said, her eyes already closed and she was laying in her bed snugly. She had a long day of work the next day, and she was exhausted now.

"It's about City Square, Chuck's plaza is on fire!" Lara explained as she jumped out of bed, changing out of her pajamas hurriedly.

Charlotte sat up in shock at that. "What did you say?" she asked in disbelief.

City Square was on fire? What was going on?

"Hurry up, let's get to the plaza!" Lara had put on her clothes. Charlotte was stunned, following Lara's actions as well. The two rushed out and took a taxi hurriedly.

"Could Chuck still be in the building?" Lara asked out loud, anxious. She was not worried about her cafe because looking at the photos online, her cafe did not seem to be in the line of fire. But this was Chuck's very own plaza they were talking about.

"I don't know about that either," Charlotte said anxiously. "Sir, please. Could you drive a little faster?" she proceeded to ask the taxi driver.

......

Quinn was sleeping and was dreaming about Chuck. In her dream, she had a meeting in the conference room. Chuck had barged in when she was in the middle of it and had forced himself onto her, taking her as he pleased. In the dream, she tried to resist, but Chuck was too strong, he was like a beast.

At some point, Quinn was startled awake and she sat up angrily. "What am I dreaming about?" she asked herself, feeling a tad annoyed.

She rubbed at her head in frustration. She couldn't fall back asleep. After tossing and turning, she wondered, "When was Chuck going to treat me to dinner?"

Quinn was in a dilemma. She looked up at the ceiling, having no clue as to what to do.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang. She glanced at it and was planning to just let it ring out as it was already 2.a.m.

However, with a soft huff, Quinn had ended up answering the phone. A voice came from the other side. "President Miller, something's happened in City Square," the person informed.

Quinn sat up immediately at that. "Tell me, what happened?" she demanded.

She got out of her bed and started to put on some clothes.

"The plaza is on fire," the person replied.

"Fire? What happened?" Quinn asked anxiously.

"I really don't know. It just suddenly burned up!" the person said again.

"Then, why don't you help put it out then?" Quinn yelled back.

She hung up the phone at that. After she got her clothes on, she started to run out. "Goodness, Chuck, what are you even doing right now? Your plaza's on fire!" she thought.

Zelda, on the other hand, was met with the same situation. She could not fall back asleep. Her mother had called her, insisting her to bring Chuck home with her for a visit or she would make her way over to her. Zelda was in a dilemma. She couldn't bring herself to trouble Chuck anymore, and she didn't even know how to ask for such a favor!

She decided to simply just sit up. Not long after, she got a call on her phone. She hesitated at first but picked it up anyway. Hearing the news, she was stunned silly. "What? A fire? I'll be right there!" she replied swiftly.

Zelda then put on her clothes and like the others, she too ran out.

......

Betty had already brought Chuck to the plaza. When Chuck got out of the car, he saw that there was a big fire on the first floor, which had already burned about one-fifth of the place. This was a huge loss!

A loud rumble sounded then.

The 20 off-road vehicles behind the car had stopped. Hundreds of people rushed over with fire- fighting equipment. Someone had called the police and the firefighters were also littering the streets.

Chuck carried a fire extinguisher in hand and was prepared to rush in. "Young Master, stay put. It's too dangerous to go in there," Betty advised Chuck, holding him back.

"The plaza's my blood and sweat!" Chuck refuted. His eyes were turning red with tears.

"Young Master, I know it must be painful to see your efforts being destroyed right now, but it's too dangerous. President Lee would buy more plazas for you if you want, okay? She wouldn't want anything to happen to you," Betty said solemnly.

That was true. In this situation, as long as Chuck asked for it, he could have as many plazas as he so desired.

Karen would agree to his requests without hesitation.

Chuck's heart ached though. Duncan Lee! I would definitely find you!

"Young Master, don't worry. I promise I'll find you the person who set the place on fire!" Betty's face was cold with promise as she did so. She immediately began to start up the satellite monitoring.

In the interim, in the spacious villa, Duncan held a red wine glass in his hand and looked at the images playing out on the screen. He smiled and thought happily, "How interesting. Oh, Chuck,

what will you do when you discover that it was Yvette who set the fire? I guess that you'll have to break up with her then. Don't let me down, Yvette will belong to me sooner or later!"

Duncan's laugh got more and more crazed as he watched the fire get bigger and bigger, engulfing the plaza slowly.

On Chuck's side, Yolanda had come running towards him. "Chuck, I'm so sorry. This is my fault, I didn't do my job..." she scrambled out.

Chuck saw that Yolanda was in a mess as she had helped to put out the fire. Chuck shook his head at her and reassured, "No, it's not your fault."

Yolanda now knew that it was really someone who had intentionally set fire to the plaza. She felt distressed as she watched the flames.

She had put too much effort into the plaza but yet all her efforts were going to just burn to ashes, just like that.

"Betty, have you found the one who set the fire?" Chuck asked. Betty had not found them yet. "Wait a minute, Young Master. I'm sure I'm close!" Betty reassured.

Chuck was silent. His eyes had turned cold. This person, whoever they were, was really looking for death!

At this time, a bunch of firefighters had come by to put out the fire. The scene was particularly chaotic, but Yolanda said that there was no one in the plaza at the time so there should be no casualties.

Many people came to watch though.

Chuck kept staring at the plaza. A figure caught his gaze, Chuck hurried over to it as he recognized that it was Yvette. "Honey, why are you here?" he asked, his tone filled with worry.

Chuck was so surprised to see Yvette here. How did Yvette get the news? She had even taken the trouble to come all the way down here for him.

Chuck was moved. Yvette was too good toward him. It was already so late, but she was still concerned about him. Chuck walked over and caught her in an embrace. Yvette's body was quivering.

"Honey, do you want to wait for me here or do you want to get back home to rest up? It's alright now," Chuck said. He felt Yvette's trembling and figured that she was just cold.

"I..." Yvette sobbed loudly. She couldn't get the words outright. She knew that once she told Chuck about what she just did, Chuck would get angry at her and their relationship would be over. He would no longer call her his wife.

"What's wrong, Honey?" Chuck was worried, letting go of Yvette to get a good look at her. Seeing the tears in her eyes, Chuck was distressed and he pleaded to her, "Honey, please. Tell me, what's wrong?"

"Hubby, it was me," Yvette finally managed to get out. Tears started flowing down her cheeks as she admitted her deed.