My Billionaire Mom
Chapter 311

Yvette was beaten up savagely. She was no match for Damon. At that moment, her eyes were filled with hatred and coldness.

Pa!

He raised his hand and gave her a harsh slap on her face. Her face went numb as she fell onto the ground yet again. She stared at him with a mouth full of blood.

"I can't believe a dog like you wants to take over the company!" She cried as he grabbed her by her hair. He thought to himself, "If Grandpa is really dead, then all of the family's property will be mine. This woman is a threat!"

He had to replace a way to get rid of her.

Yvette could tell that her cousin wanted to end her life and she was wondering how she could possibly escape this place. He grabbed her by the neck and started choking her, saying, "Such a beautiful woman. If only you weren't my cousin, I wouldn't have let go of you. It's such a shame..."

Indeed, when he first saw Yvette, he was stunned by her beauty despite having seen many women in his life. Her figure and her beauty were on a whole other level.

It was a pity that she was his cousin.

He took out a sharp dagger from his waist and aimed it towards her heart...

Chuck drove back to the plaza and parked his car. He was about to ask Yolanda about the situation at the plaza and that piece of land they had recently bought. He assumed that there won't be much of an issue. He had always trusted Yolanda with her job.

In order to keep an eye on Yvette, he would travel to Floriland if it was necessary. Otherwise, if anything were to happen to Yvette, Chuck would deeply regret it.

However, as he was about to get out of the car, his phone rang. He looked at the screen and learned it was a call from Queenie. Chuck answered in a hurry, worrying if something had happened to her. Chuck answered the call and asked, "Did something happen?"

"No, I'm fine, but school is about to start," Queenie reminded him. She had contemplated for a long time before she made this call. Indeed, school was about to start.

She was about to be a sophomore.

Chuck felt a headache. How could he forget about this? He sighed. Usually, if Yvette was by his side, she would have reminded him that it was time for school to start. Chuck even fantasized that if the school started and he was on good terms with Yvette, they could have a good time in her office. The thought had gotten him really excited.

However, now Yvette no longer responded to him and also refused to see him. It was making him miserable.

If all of this did not happen, they would have been doing well together.

Yvette was not only his teacher but also his wife. She could help him cheat during the exam. But now, it wasn't the same anymore.

Chuck sighed, "Okay, I know. I will try my best to show up when school starts."

Chuck thought that perhaps he would drop out of school. Since Yvette was not his teacher anymore, he felt that there was no point in going to school.

"Okay, Chuck. How have you been doing recently?" Queenie felt worried because school was about to start but Chuck didn't seem like he was doing anything about it. She figured he was going to quit school, after all, he was rich.

Chuck had no words to explain his emotions and answer her question, thus, he simply added, "I'm fine..."

After a simple conversation, the phone call ended. Chuck thought, "Is Yvette going to return and continue teaching at the school? She's highly educated and great at teaching. What a loss."

Chuck missed Yvette. School was about to start soon. What should he do? Should he go and attend the classes?

If he decided to go but Yvette wasn't there, should he quit school? What would his mother say about this matter?

Chuck felt his headache getting stronger. He opened the car door and was about to enter the plaza, but out of a sudden, he heard the sound of a car horn. Chuck looked over doubtfully and found that it was from a luxury Mercedes, and there was a woman sitting in the driver's seat.

Quinn? What was she doing in the plaza?

Quinn opened the car door. She stared at Chuck and walked over with her long legs swaying. Ever since she had found out that he had returned from training, she had yet to see him. She had been waiting for him for so many days and now, he had finally appeared.

"President Miller, what are you..." Chuck was a little confused. Why did Quinn look so angry? He couldn't recall doing anything that might have offended her.

It had been such a long time since they last saw each other.

"Who told you to call me president? You haven't shown up for such a long time, do you even still want to continue doing business in the plaza?" Quinn said with a tone of unfriendliness.

Chuck's head was in pain. He didn't intend to neglect the plaza, it was mainly because he didn't have time. Chuck was really helpless about Yvette's matter, so he had no mood to care about his work at all. "Why aren't you saying anything?" Quinn came over and asked.

"I'm sorry," Chuck could only compromise.

Quinn looked at him, and the anger in her heart was now greatly reduced. She snorted lightly and her voice became softer, "Why are you apologizing to me?"

"I've made you angry," Chuck was not in the mood to argue with her. The main reason he compromised was that Quinn had a great outfit and tight jeans on that day, which hugged her figure perfectly. "Did I ask you to be nice?" She snorted, and her voice became unexpectedly soft as she continued asking, "What happened? You can tell me and I'll see if there's anything I can do to help."

Originally, Quinn wanted to teach him a lesson. But he was surprisingly nice to her, which got her extremely confused. "At least try to fight back! If you don't fight back, how am I going to continue arguing with you?" She thought.

The truth was she had also been very busy recently. Nonetheless, she still came to the plaza every day to deal with tasks. But the affairs could basically be dealt with through the phone. She also didn't understand why she came here every day.

Was it because she wanted to see Chuck? Quinn felt ridiculous, thinking, "Why do I want to see this disgusting man?"

"If I didn't want to see him, why did I come here?" Quinn thought about it and became silent. She didn't understand why she felt that way. Was all of this just because he had saved her twice?

Chuck didn't think it would be a good idea to tell Quinn about Yvette's matter. He shook his head and said, "It's okay."

"Hmph, you're so ungrateful. How can you regard my kindness as malice?" Quinn snorted. At this moment, Chuck was hungry. He said, "President Miller, let me treat you to a meal."

"I told you not to call me president." Quinn was annoyed, and soon her voice returned to normal. She continued, "Why do you want to treat me?"

"I'm hungry," Chuck said, turned around and left.

Quinn snorted. It was normal to have a meal since she had waited for him to show up for such a long time. She followed him upstairs. When they arrived at the elevator, Chuck remembered the times where he peeked at Yvette's back in the elevator. When he got into the elevator, it brought back the memories.

"What are you looking at again?" Quinn scolded him. Chuck came to his senses and sighed. Thinking of Yvette, he sighed again and again. He didn't say a word and didn't even answer her.

Quinn was surprised, wondering to herself, "I didn't condemn him. He's always staring so I have to call him out. But why is he so quiet today?"

"Did something bad really happen?" Quinn thought in her heart.

"What's wrong with you?" There was a touch of concern in Quinn's tone as she asked. Chuck smiled bitterly and said, "I'm sorry."

Quinn was startled. Did he just say sorry to her? Did he have a fever?

Chuck did not continue to speak. He sighed and walked out of the elevator. Quinn's beautiful eyes were full of doubts, "What's wrong with him?"

She went to a restaurant in the plaza with Chuck. He was still gloomy when they were eating. She felt even more strange. This was the first time for her to have a meal with him.

She was surprised herself because she hardly ever had meals with men that were younger than her. She figured the only reason was that Chuck had saved her twice.

Quinn blushed unconsciously. Recently, she had not seen Chuck but she had dreamed about him almost every night. The dream she had the most frequent was that she was saved by him when she was drugged by her assistant. She was brought to a hotel, but he didn't leave. Instead, Chuck saw her figure and couldn't resist himself.

After that, she became sober and slapped him on the face. Then, she woke up from the dream.

Then the dream would just continue on the next day. It would repeat again and again. Quinn did not even remember how many times she had slapped Chuck in her dream. She even felt that she was bewitched. How could she have such a dream all the time? Why did she want to slap him so badly?

Chuck raised his head and asked, "Why is your face blushing?"

"It's none of your business," Quinn lowered her voice and felt ashamed.

For sure, Chuck did not know how many times Quinn had hit him in her dream. After he saw Quinn finish eating, he went to pay the bill. Quinn followed him out and wanted to ask what had happened to him. He was so sullen that Quinn had no mood to deal with her own affairs.

It wasn't easy to meet him again. How could it be considered as a meeting if they didn't quarrel?

At this thought, Quinn asked again, "Chuck, what's wrong with you?"

Chuck turned around suddenly and asked, "President Miller, can you do me a favor?"

"What can I do for you?" Quinn became nervous subconsciously. Was this disgusting person going to propose to sleep with her?