My Billionaire Mom

Chapter 163

Chuck knew what she was trying to do. She wanted to continue showing off! But how would he allow her to?

What if she refused to sign the contract in the end?

Chuck said, "Well, since you've agreed to the contract, then why don't you sign it and pay the deposit first?"

Chuck knew Yvette had brought the contract along with them.

Director Ayana frowned and felt unhappy. Were they afraid that she was going to go back on her word?

How dare they look down on her like that?

She said angrily, "What's the meaning of this? If I tell you to foot the bill, then you should just do as I say! Are you afraid that I will rip you off without signing the contract?"

Yvette sighed, "Don't be angry, Director Ayana."

"How can I not be? What did he mean by that?" She glared at Chuck.

"Fine! Bring it over now! Otherwise, you both will be calling me a freeloader." She was not happy.

Yvette hesitated. To be honest, when she heard what Director Ayana said about Chuck, she didn't want her to sign the contract anymore. She didn't want Chuck to be wronged as well.

"Yvette, could you bring the contract over?" Chuck said.

Yvette was silent, but Chuck smiled at her.

She was moved by his gesture. Yvette took out the contract. Director Ayana signed it with a snort and immediately transferred thirty thousand dollars to Yvette’s bank account.

"Are we done now then?" Director Ayana said as she glared at Chuck.

"Okay, I'll pay the bill now," Chuck said as he headed to the front desk.

Just one word was enough to settle the bill.

"Director Jordan, is this your husband? I suggest you change a new one. He ought to watch his words." said Director Ayana.

Yvette frowned.

After finishing her words, Director Ayana went back inside, feeling satisfied.

Chuck returned after speaking to the receptionist. Yvette said in a low voice, "Chuck, do you feel wronged?"

Chuck smiled. Why would he? He could close down Director Ayana’s company with just a simple phone call. In his eyes, she was nothing more than a clown.

"It's okay. Let's go in," Chuck said.

Yvette was especially moved. She would never change her husband, not unless Chuck abandoned her himself.

They walked into the private room, and Yvette opened the red wine she had just bought. Looking at her, Chuck wondered why his mother suspected her of being a gold-digger.

He just couldn't understand.

He was so lucky to have met Yvette, and he was certain that his mother would like her.

The food was served quickly, and they looked spectacular. Chuck couldn't drink because he was going to drive later. However, Director Zannel kept looking at Chuck and Yvette with contempt in her eyes.

Chuck wondered why she was looking at them like that. He had done nothing to offend her.

"Wow, the food here is really delicious. I'd like to have another bowl of soup." Director Zannel implied.

She had been wanting to try the lobster bisque here. She had seen people posting about it on their social media, and she had forgotten to order it just now. How could she let go of the opportunity to try it since they were already here?

Director Ayana gave Yvette a look. Indeed, she also wanted to try the soup. But looking at the menu just now, the soups’ prices were all more than five hundred dollars.

The expensive ones cost up to thousands, and some were even ten thousand dollars! NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Yvette nodded helplessly.

Director Ayana smiled and immediately called the waiter to order the soup. At least she understood! After all, Director Clare hadn't signed the contract yet!

After the waiter came in, the three women browsed through the soup menu before settling on the large portion of the lobster bisque. It came up to about one thousand eight hundred dollars, and Yvette's heart sank. Still, it wasn't considered too expensive.

When the soup arrived, Director Zannel took a photo and posted it on her social media with the caption:

"I've had plenty of soup before, and this one is fairly good."

Then the three girls started to scoop the soup. Chuck was about to scoop a spoonful for Yvette when Director Zannel suddenly pursed her lips and said, "There isn't much soup."

She was signalling for those two freeloaders to not drink the expensive soup.

Chuck frowned, but still took over the ladle and filled up a bowl for Yvette. Then he prepared to fill up a bowl for himself. The soup indeed looked really fresh.

"That's enough, it's almost finished." Director Zannel said. The soup was so delicious that she wanted to drink it all by herself.

Chuck ignored her and scooped himself a bowl. Seeing this, Director Zannel filled up a huge bowl for herself to prevent Chuck and Yvette from drinking more.

Yvette didn't mind, but Chuck did. After all, she was the one here to eat for free!

"Ayana, don't bring such people over for lunch next time. They probably don't even know how to taste soups like this. What a waste." Director Zannel said in a strange tone.

Of course, Director Ayana knew what she meant. She could only laugh dryly.

After finishing the soup, everyone exited the private room. Director Ayana pretended to pay the bill, when in fact, Chuck had already paid for it.

Chuck drove over from the parking lot.

"Don't leave today, Ayana. Why don't the three of us come back here for dinner later?," Director Zannel said. Director Ayana’s eyes twitched. If they came back for dinner, then she would be the one who needed to pay. Of course she didn't want to!

"I have something to do later."

"Alright then." Director Zannel was disappointed. She was furious at Chuck and Yvette for eating so much. It was all because of them that they couldn't return for dinner!

She was unhappy!

"Oh, why don't we just call a cab? I don't feel like sitting in this car anymore," Director Zannel said.

Director Ayana hesitated. They still needed to head back to Yvette’s company since Director Clare had not signed the contract yet.

Yvette frowned. Chuck had already driven the car over. Director Zannel said directly, "You two can go back by yourselves. I feel uncomfortable sitting in that car."

Chuck was speechless. He came out of the car. He wouldn't mind leaving them if Director Clare had already signed the contract.

"What kind of car makes you feel comfortable to sit in?" Chuck said.

"At least a Mercedes-Benz or BMW I guess. Your car is as noisy as a tractor." Director Zannel shook her head.

Both Director Ayana and Director Clare thought the same.

Yvette was angry. The car was clearly comfortable enough! Why did they have to say that!

"Chuck, let's go back." Yvette didn't feel like signing the contract with Director Clare anymore. She was especially mad now.

"Why should we go back?" Chuck smiled. Didn't she want a Mercedes-Benz or BMW right? He could get one straight from his mother’s collection in that very car park!

"Forget it, it's only for a while right?" Director Ayana said. She was still pleased as she was treated so well today. Then she and Director Clare sat back in the car.

Director Zannel curled her lips and said, "Fine then, I don't feel like calling a cab anymore. But I'm warning you, I won't get in a car like this for the second time!"

Then she got ready to get into the car.

Yvette sighed, feeling sorry for Chuck. He was really understanding.

Chuck could not be bothered to argue with her. He sat back in the car and was about to drive away. But at this time, the restaurant's receptionist ran out with a box in her hands. Chuck saw her and naturally stopped.

The receptionist ran over to the car window and said, "The manager had told us to bring the boiled soup to you. Please take it with you."

Chuck was surprised. The three women sitting behind him were stunned.

The boiled soup? They had checked the menu just now, and it cost over five thousand dollars. It was made with all the most expensive medicinal herbs.

And now they were giving it to him for free?

Yvette was also surprised. What was going on? Did the hotel manager know Chuck?

Taking the soup in the car, there was indeed a special aroma that made them salivate.

"Do you need a car as well? The manager had asked me to bring along the car keys as well. We have a BMW, a Mercedes, and a Rolls-Royce. Which one do you prefer?" The receptionist said with

a polite smile. She had received a call from Betty to not refer to him as Young Master Chuck in front of Yvette.

There were a few keys in her hands. The three women were dumbfounded, especially Director Zannel. What was going on? He actually had so many cars to drive?

She herself had never sat in a Rolls-Royce before.

Both Director Ayana and Director Clare were surprised. What was going on? Did he bring them here because he knew the manager? If that was the case, then they should have ordered more just now!

"No need. This car is enough." Chuck shook his head. He didn't want to drive the other cars. Otherwise, he would need to come back for Zelda’s Buick.

"Hey, send me back with the Rolls-Royce. I've never been in one before!" Director Zannel said. Who knew that this person was actually this powerful?