My Billionaire Mom
Chapter 157

"Come on Chuck, let's play." A female classmate said flirtatiously to him.

The other students all looked at him expectantly. No matter what, they were all classmates, so Chuck would definitely agree to bring them in.

"If you guys want to play, then open a private room for yourselves. One hundred dollars per person should be enough." After saying that, he walked out with Queenie.

"Sir, please take care!" The receptionist smiled.

The other students all stood there dumbfounded. What was going on? How could he behave like this? They were all classmates, and he didn't even want to bring them in to have some fun?

"Hey, Chuck, come back!"

"D*mn it, Chuck! Why do you have to be so mean!"

"Yeah, man. We're all classmates anyway. Why are you so serious? Just now, you even asked the class monitor to kneel down to you and also for Karter to eat his own sh*t! They were just joking with you, why did you take it so seriously? You are such a disgusting person!"

"That's right! I think he did it on purpose! How could he treat us like that when we were all his classmates for a year?!"

"Alas, he has the money to do it. He really is the gold cardholder! This is f*cking preposterous!"

"In my opinion, Chuck got close to Wilbur just so he could get his hands on that gold card!"

"Yes, I think so. A person like Chuck has to rely on others just to get some power for himself. Last time I even saw him picking up other people's money without returning it to them. He's so disgusting." "Forget about him, shall we? Everyone's here, so why don't we go in and have some fun?"

"Hell no! It could've been free, and now I have to pay? I'm leaving."

"Me too!"

Everyone slowly left and Francis Gellert slowly began to come back to his senses. He snickered, thinking that Chuck had gotten the gold card from brown-nosing Wilbur!

How else would such a rich person lend him his gold card?

"You can get up now, Chuck's gone!" Francis looked at his classmate lying on the ground with disdain.

The student got up with a scared look on his face. "F*cking hell, I was so scared just now. He actually asked me to eat my own sh*t! I was only joking and he thought I was serious! How could a person like that really exist..."

The day was getting late. Chuck and Queenie went to get some food together. Then, Chuck brought Queenie with him and they left.

He sent Queenie home before heading to pick Yvette up.

When she was in the car, Queenie was talking about working part-time to earn her school fees, or else she would have to drop out. It was the holidays, so she could probably work for two months. "I can pay your school fees for you," Chuck said.

"No, you don't have to. You've helped me a lot, it's really not necessary!" Her voice was soft, but it sounded serious.

Chuck felt helpless. Queenie may be a pure and innocent young girl, but she had her own principles and dignity to uphold.

Chuck understood that if he helped her pay for it, she would replace it very humiliating to have to live off someone else.

"Also, I'm going to move out of Teacher Jordan's house," she whispered. She didn't want to bother Teacher Jordan anymore. Although Teacher Jordan didn't mind, it was still not good for Queenie to continue troubling her.

"You're moving out? Then I'll look for a place for you... Don't refuse me this time. Besides, you probably don't have the money to rent a place now." Chuck said to her. The house that he bought for Yvette had been empty for a long time, so it was fine for Queenie and her sister to move in there for now.

"But..." She whispered. He was right. She really didn't have enough money to rent a house at the moment. "You're so nice to me. I really don't know how to repay you..."

As she said this, her emotions felt very complicated.

She really didn't know how to repay him. Since Teacher Jordan was already his girlfriend, he didn't need her 'help' anymore.

Perhaps her feelings for him had changed. That was why she was willing to help him with that.

The atmosphere in the car became awkward after this sentence.

Chuck turned his head and glanced at her. The two of them looked at each other in the eyes.

Queenie's face turned red. Was he expecting her to 'help' him again?

She was getting nervous. It wouldn't be right to betray Teacher Jordan! But she couldn't refuse him if he asked for it.

Chuck hurriedly continued to drive and shook his head. "Don't think too much. Just stay there for now. Do well in your studies and you'll get rich in the future."

If Queenie graduated from university, she could probably help him with managing his properties. That seemed like a good idea.

"Yeah," Queenie nodded.

"Then I'll take you to that place tomorrow," Chuck said. Now that Queenie would be leaving, Chuck could go and stay at Yvette's place freely. He could even do nothing while he was there! "Does the place belong to your friend?" Queenie asked.

"Well, sort of."

"Then why don't you take me there now? Besides, it's still early, and I really don't want to bother Teacher Jordan anymore. Besides, aren't you two..."

"Now?" Chuck was surprised, but it was still not considered too late in the day. They could probably head over there now and sleep on the floor for the first day, then he could buy some furniture for her tomorrow.

"Yes."

"Alright then." Chuck nodded.

Soon, Chuck took Queenie back to Yvette's house. She got out of the car and quickly went upstairs to pack up her things with her sister. They didn't have a lot of stuff, to begin with, so they quickly got back in the car. Then he brought them to the house which he had bought for Yvette previously.

They arrived very soon.

Queenie was surprised. She had never been to this area before, but it seemed quite luxurious and expensive. She and her sister exited the car and followed Chuck upstairs. He opened the door, and the three of them walked in.

Queenie was shocked. The place was quite nice. Which friend of Chuck's did this house belong to?

"Wait here. I'll head out to buy some blankets and daily necessities." Chuck said as he went downstairs. "Sister, this house is so beautiful."

Queenie nodded. Ten minutes later, Chuck came back up with the supplies. He helped them clean up and told them to rest. It was fine for them to stay here since Yvette wasn't returning anytime soon. Besides he didn't plan on telling her that he had bought this house.

He then said a few simple words and went downstairs. He had to go pick up Yvette.

Sitting on the bed, Queenie was in a daze. She was caught up in her thoughts...

She sighed. How could she possibly repay him for his help?

Chuck drove out of the area and called Yvette on his phone. He asked where she was and she replied with the name of a restaurant. They had just finished their gathering. Chuck asked her to wait for a moment, saying that he would be there soon.

He hung up and was smiling. Queenie had just moved out, so tonight... They were going to... At the thought of this, Chuck sighed helplessly. He ought to start exercising at the gym!

He needed to let Yvette see how toned and strong he was!

At the entrance of the restaurant, Yvette came out with the other teachers. It was the holidays, and she could finally devote herself to her company now. She felt relaxed and nervous at the same time. "Teacher Jordan, you didn't drive today?" One of the teachers asked.

"Nope, my car was totaled, so I sold it," Yvette said, she had sold her car for only approximately twenty thousand dollars. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. She didn't mind taking public transportation for now. After all, she was used to doing that when she still did not have a car back then.

"Then I'll send you back." The Vice Principal said. He drove a Mercedes Benz, which is more than enough to impress certain ladies.

"No need, someone is coming to pick me up." Yvette shook her head.

"Pick you up? As far as I know, you don't have a boyfriend right?" The Vice Principal smiled. Naturally, all the other teachers who saw this quickly left. They all knew what he was intending to do. The Vice Principal wanted to spend some time with Yvette, but she always seemed to ignore him.

The other teachers left.

"I don't have a boyfriend." Yvette shook her head coldly. She already had a husband.

"If you don't have a boyfriend, then allow me to send you back." The Vice Principal smiled, making his move.

Yvette gave him a cold look and was about to say something when her cell phone rang. She took it out and answered, "Hubby, I am at the main entrance."

The Vice Principal usually didn't go to the school campus, so he didn't know about Chuck.

"You're almost here? Then I'll wait for you." Yvette then hung up the phone.

He frowned. Hubby? When did she get married? Impossible. Her resume stated that she was unmarried. "Humph, I'd like to see just who your husband is!" The Vice Principal sneered. Soon he saw a car coming towards him. After seeing the logo of the car, he felt disgusted. It was just a Buick!

Such a poor man!