My Billionaire Mom

Chapter 81

When Zelda Maine said that, Manny Lowe and the other two ladies were so dumbfounded that their jaws dropped.

They were too shocked to react for over ten seconds.

"Zelda, are you serious? The owner of this plaza is your boyfriend?" The woman wearing a pair of tight jeans asked in surprise.

This was unbelievable!

"Yes, it's his," Zelda said seriously.

"Is it even possible? Has he deceived you? Shouldn't this massive plaza cost several hundred million dollars?" The woman with hot pants asked in astonishment.

Although the plaza was a piece of trash, it would still be worth a fortune. How could it belong to Zelda's boyfriend? It was absurd, absolutely over-the-top!

"Right, Zelda, has he fooled you? He doesn't even have a car. How could he be the proud owner of this plaza?" The woman with tight jeans said, continuing her line of thought of him.

No matter how crappy the plaza may be, the legal proprietor of this place must be rolling in money. How could it belong to the man right in front of them, Chuck Cannon?

"No." Zelda shook her head helplessly.

She rolled her eyes and caught sight of Chuck through the crowd. Unconsciously, she recalled what had happened in the car the night before.

Zelda had no clue why she did that yesterday evening. Did she come to his aid because she looked up to him as her actual brother?

Zelda heaved a sigh. What else could she do if he would come around again today? Lend him a helping hand once more?

Zelda was at a loss and did not know what to do.

The two women looked at each other, their eyes filled with suspicion.

They were all thinking,

This must be all Zelda's nonsense. She knew that they looked down on her, so she deliberately declared that her boyfriend owns the plaza. It could be real, but they refused to believe it.

"Zelda, are you telling us the truth?" Manny's voice sounded serious. If this place was indeed Chuck's, wouldn't he be more affluent than her daughter?

He looked younger, but at least he was more competent than her daughter. Thinking of this, Manny suddenly glanced at Chuck and observed that he was a little more appealing than ever.

"It's true. This plaza is Chuck's, and he owns two cars." Zelda was already feeling defenseless.

Why won't they believe her?

"He has two cars? Then why is he not using them? Why are you always driving him everywhere?" The woman with hot pants probed, shaking her head.

She couldn't understand why a man would let his girlfriend drive him to places when he has a car. He had tricked Zelda, and she was confident that Zelda had said those claims on purpose just now. He couldn't possibly be the boss of that plaza.

Zelda could not answer the question.

She moaned deep inside, and her mind was a scrambled mess, thinking about what took place last night inside the car. Feeling annoyed, she rolled her eyes and gawked at her right hand.

"Just forget what happened and stop staring. Let's go shopping somewhere else," suggested the lady with tight jeans.

The woman with hot pants didn't have any objection. What's there to complain?

Manny scanned through the crowd and glanced at Chuck once more. She was a little disappointed. What kind of boyfriend was her daughter looking for?

The two women turned around and left, followed by Manny. Zelda took a deep breath and made her way out.

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"I don't want it. I don't want any of the money anymore."

The woman, who was lying on the ground, scrambled to her feet and threw away the 50,000 dollars in her hand. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she felt. For 600,000 dollars, it could cost her life. She had a husband, a lover, a son, and a grandson. She couldn't die.

"Why don't you want it? Excuse me, are you okay?" Yolanda Lane asked out of curiosity.

"I'm fine. I'm all right." The older woman swung her head in a hurry and was about to run away.

The onlookers appeared taken aback, and many of them immediately condemned her, their faces turning red with anger.

"She's fast. It turns out that she's a swindler!"

"I shouldn't have sympathized with her just now. I thought she just lost her balance and fell. She's shameless, what an old hag!"

"I made a mistake bad-mouthing the plaza just now. That woman is a total b*tch! I will still come here next time."

"Me too."

The crowd had grown enraged.

When the woman ran, the security guards stopped her in her tracks. She instantly panicked. She asked Yolanda for help repeatedly. "Miss, I was mistaken. I know what I did was wrong. Please let me go. I will never go near this plaza again."

"Who are you for me to help?" Yolanda's brows furrowed as she scowled. "Didn't you just admit that you're wrong? How many customers did you make us lose in our plaza? Do you suppose it will help us by just acknowledging that you are wrong? "said Yolanda.

Yolanda looked cold when she spoke.

"Miss, I'm at fault. I'm begging you, and I'm down on my knees." The woman's eyes filled with fear that instantly she knelt.

Yolanda didn't buy it at all. She took a few steps back and said, "You don't have to go down on your knees. I've already called the police. Since you dare to cause trouble in our plaza, you will suffer the consequences!"

"Young lady, since I'm about the same age as your mother, please have mercy on me this time," said the woman. She was so scared that her face turned pale.

At this moment, Yolanda's authoritative demeanor was so intense that she completely overwhelmed the woman.

"Don't insult my mom!" Yolanda was fuming.

Soon, the police came over. After asking about the incident, the police whisked the woman away. The woman was so irked that she threatened to take revenge. She also created a scene for a while. She held onto the railing and refused to leave. The police could only force the woman to get inside the car with them.

The bystanders on the scene gradually dispersed.

Chuck Cannon monitored the woman who had been taken away. He took out his mobile phone and called Betty Bernard. Then he narrated to her the commotion earlier.

"Well, young master, I know what I have to do. I will soon find out everything about this woman. I will make all her family members lose their jobs and notify them about her unlawful act. Don't worry, young master. "Betty's voice came over the phone.

"Well, thank you." Chuck hung up the phone with satisfaction. "Just now, that woman declared she would exact revenge?" He laughed. "I'll make her cry!"

Yolanda collected the money on the ground. Yolanda's ability to deal with things satisfied Chuck.

"I'll keep the money in a safe place," Yolanda said. Six hundred thousand in cash was a lot of money, and she was not at ease to hold on to it.

Chuck nodded and kept her company.

They both went to deposit the banknotes, but Yolanda said in an indistinct voice, "I heard that Richard Yuri's company had shut down and left the city. Were you responsible for that?"

For the past few days, William Yuri did not harass Yolanda. The sudden peace made her feel relaxed. When she heard that everyone in the Yuri Family moved, she was at a loss for words. Only Chuck could pull off such things. She mulled over what the background of her boss was.

At the same time, it bewildered Chuck. Did his mother do this? He needed to get the answer from her later.

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Meanwhile, on the top floor of the hotel that night...

"What's wrong?" Karen Lee asked with intrigue. She was going over some purchasing documents.

Betty Bernard told Karen what had ensued. Karen frowned that instant and said, "Hire someone to make the swindler pay for the wrongdoing!"

"But Young Master expressed his content with my way of dealing with the matter," Betty said helplessly.

Karen froze, then the coldness on her face disappeared in an instant, revealing a smile. "In that case, let's do as you say. It's only the beginning. We shouldn't let Chucky be mad."

"All right, I'm handling it now."

"Wait." Karen hesitated. "What about that woman? We'd better teach her a lesson. Maybe cut off one of her hands."

"Yes!" Betty blurted out straight away. Karen continued to read the documents when suddenly, her mobile phone rang. She looked at the screen and grinned.

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Manny and the other two women got tired of shopping, so they scanned for a place to have lunch. Unfortunately, Zelda had to deal with something at her restaurant. She skipped lunch and promised to meet up for dinner later.

Manny understood and had no objections. The three of them went on with their shopping spree, but when the time hit past three o'clock in the afternoon, they felt exhausted. The two younger women said they would go home first to have some rest and freshen up. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Manny agreed and drove them back. All the walking drained her energy out.

After arriving at the Hill Hotel, the three women got off the car.

"Let's stay here for tonight. Tomorrow we'll pack up and find a different place to check-in. It's very boring here. There's nothing to do or any sights to see. It's like an undeveloped village here," the woman with tight jeans said.

"I agree. Other than being clean and quiet, the rest are not worth mentioning." The woman with hot pants also added.

The three women chatted as they walked in, carrying a lot of shopping bags. The woman with a pair of tight jeans slipped and fell to the ground without warning and subconsciously knocked at a big ceramic vase at the entrance of the corridor.

Crash!

The vase fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

"Are you okay?" Manny hurriedly pulled the woman with hot pants up. She was fuming and said, "The sound of the vase breaking scared me to death."

"I accidentally tipped it over."

"It's okay. We're not stupid. We'll just pay for it."

"That's right. It's worth nothing. What good is there in this place, anyway. You can get this kind of vase for 300 dollars at a cheap market. Perhaps this one may cost 500 dollars," the woman with hot pants muttered. They picked up the broken pieces one by one.

At the present moment...

"Excuse me! The three of you!" The receptionist ran towards them as soon as she heard the sound, and her expression changed. "Don't go, please."

"What do you want? We accidentally bumped into it.”

"You're ordering us not to leave? Isn't it just a broken vase? Are you afraid that I will run away? Just say it, how much do I have to pay? I will reimburse you!" The woman with tight jeans took out a card from her bag disdainfully. "Isn't it valued at a few hundred dollars? I can compensate you with ten of them if you want."

The receptionist did not say a word and did not take her card. Instead, she picked up the pieces on the floor and handed them over. The woman with the tight jeans frowned. Then she looked at the bottom of the vase and saw the words "The Xuande Year of the Ming Dynasty".

"This is an antique Chinese blue-and-white porcelain vase from the Ming Dynasty, worth seven million dollars." The receptionist said calmly.