My Billionaire Mom

Chapter 205

"Beyond my imagination? Haha, Zabrina, are you kidding?" Matthew Yallopp laughed at her and thought that she was joking. What kind of background could a person have if he had to depend on his wife to borrow a loan?

A sh*tty background, maybe?

"No, I'm not joking with you, Mr. Yallopp." Zabrina Yalden shook her head and said, "Let me put it like this. Mr. Yallopp, when you go to Central City, would a five-star hotel pick you up with a Rolls- Royce and provide you with the highest standard of reception?"

Matthew frowned. His family's net worth was only around one billion dollars. It was nothing extraordinary in Central City, so how could he be given top-tier treatment by a five-star hotel?

Matthew stopped laughing when he realized that Zabrina was serious. He asked uneasily, "Are you kidding? Are you saying that Chuck was qualified for such service?"

"Yes, he was. Also, do you think you could beat up a billionaire in public in Central City and escape unscathed?" Zabrina asked again.

"What did you say?" Matthew was stunned. He wouldn't dare to touch a billionaire even if he was given an exorbitant amount of money to do so!

What if the person decided to take revenge? It wasn't something he could handle.

Matthew made sure he wasn't just hallucinating and asked, "Zabrina, are you serious?"

"Do you think I am joking with you, Mr. Yallopp?" Zabrina looked calm, but deep inside she was inexplicably agitated.

"Gasp!"

Matthew found it hard to understand. How could it be? If Chuck Cannon was so powerful, why would he make Yvette Jordan borrow a loan for him?

Was there any misunderstandings here? What if.... Chuck was just bragging to Zabrina and she believed him completely?

That could be possible! Wait, that must be the case!

Matthew smirked, "Let's not talk about him anymore. Zabrina, are you free tonight? I want to treat you to supper."

It was just a simple invitation, but when it came from Matthew's lips, it could mean anything else. After all, he had spent 500,000 dollars here today!

Zabrina knew that he had a lot of money!

Zabrina declined, "Nope, I still have to work tomorrow."

Matthew chuckled, "It's alright, it's just filming! What are you scared of?"

"I'm afraid that Mr. Cannon will fire me. He's one of the major investors in this movie... Mr. Yallopp, please leave." Zabrina quickly walked up to the stage.

Matthew was stunned. Investing in movies? Chuck invested in her movie? This movie cost at least tens of millions of dollars, so how was that possible? Unless..... Zabrina wasn't joking when she told him about Chuck?

Thinking of how he had dismissed Zabrina's words just now, Matthew broke out in a cold sweat...

......

Chuck drove Yvette home. She kept her head low and was silent throughout the whole journey. Once they got home, she went straight to her room. However, before she could do that, Chuck stopped her and asked, "Honey, how much money did you borrow? I'll pay them back for you, but you have to stop borrowing..."

He knew Yvette wanted to leave so suddenly because her classmates was ridiculing her for borrowing money from usurers.

Yvette tried her best to pretend that everything was okay and reassured him, "Hubby, I'm sorry. Let me solve it myself, okay?" Chuck was helpless.

She had always been like this. Whenever something happened, she would find a way to solve it by herself. But it was different this time, just how much did she actually borrow?

"Hubby." Yvette came over to him, and the two of them sat down on the sofa. Yvette laid her head on Chuck's chest and asked, "Hubby, am I really that useless?"

"Of course not! Who told you that?" Chuck sighed. Yvette was such an independent woman, so how could she ever be useless? With her ability, the company was bound to rise and achieve greater heights. Right now, Yvette was just going through a difficult period.

Yvette buried her head onto Chuck's chest for a long time before she returned to her room. Chuck was still pondering over how much Yvette had borrowed. After all, it wasn't a simple matter to borrow money from usurers.

He watched as Yvette returned to her room in low spirits and secretly took out his phone. He opened up his Wechat in resignation. Chuck had thoughts of leaving his 'baller' identity behind, but right now this was the only way he could ask Yvette about the money.

Yvette transferred money to him every day, but Chuck didn't accept it. He sent a Whechat message to her.

"How have you been?"

Chuck heard Yvette's phone ringing in her room. Sure enough, she replied quickly, "You finally replied. Why aren't you accepting the money that I had transferred to you? Hurry up and take it. I'll be more at ease once you accepted it."

"It's alright, you can keep the money. I don't need the money now anyway."

"Thank you for your kind thought, but please take the money!"

Chuck was helpless since Yvette was just too stubborn. He could only reply: "I passed by your company and found that your company isn't doing well. Mind telling me a bit about it?"

The message had been sent for a few minutes but Yvette did not reply to him. Just when Chuck thought she wouldn't reply, her message arrived: "It's doing fine, why don't you just accept the money?"

Suddenly, an idea popped into Chuck's mind. He quickly asked, "Why don't we meet up tomorrow? If there is any trouble in the company, you can tell me."

"Meet up? Sure, let's meet at the restaurant downstairs to my company."

"Can't we go somewhere else?"

"Well, I don't think I can. I don't want to cause any misunderstandings for my husband. He's working at the plaza too, so I think it'll be better if he sees us. Sorry for the inconvenience."

"It's alright, I'll look for you tomorrow."

"Well, I have to take this opportunity to thank you anyway."

Chuck switched off his phone and walked to the balcony. After thinking about it, he decided to give Wilbur Wendel a call. It would be better if he could have Wilbur stand in for him as the 'baller' and ask Yvette how the company was doing and how much money she had borrowed.

Wilbur was pleased to receive his call. He quickly asked if Chuck wanted to have some fun with him since he was at the night club. Chuck declined his invitation and told him about the whole situation and how he hoped Wilbur could help him out.

Wilbur was surprised and said, "No wonder Yvette asked me about this, so you're the 'baller'! No problem. I will go to her company tomorrow and help you find out about this."

Chuck was relieved. After all, Yvette was too shy to say anything in front of him so this was the only plan he could use. He hung up the phone and was shocked to see Yvette standing behind him the moment he turned around. Why was she out here? Did she suspect him of being the 'baller'?

Yvette said softly, "Hubby, I want to hug you to sleep."

Chuck sighed in relief and walked into the room with Yvette in his arms. Yvette had grown accustomed to his touch for the past few days, so she couldn't sleep properly without him.

Yvette said, "Hubby, I need to tell you something. I'll be meeting a friend who's been helping me all this time at the restaurant downstairs to the company tomorrow..." She wanted to make this matter clear. She would never be able to explain things clearly if Chuck misunderstood.

Chuck was touched. He knew that he had to find a chance to confess that he was the 'baller'. However, it would be better to let Wilbur replace him this time. After all, it wasn't something that Yvette was comfortable on telling him.

She was too embarrassed to tell her husband.

She was probably worried that he would look down on her.

Chuck nodded, "Alright."

Yvette looked up at Chuck and stared at his lips. She... didn't know how to say it, but she saw a hint of lipstick on Chuck's lips today. It definitely belonged to a woman, but who?

Yvette's heart was filled with sadness. She snuggled into Chuck's embrace and shut her eyes. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

The next day, Yvette woke up early to make breakfast. After they had breakfast, Chuck took Yvette to the plaza and sent her to her office in his sports car. The minute she got down the car, his phone rang. It was Wilbur. The two of them met and Chuck quickly went through the details with him again. Wilbur listened to him attentively and patted his chest confidently, assuring him, "Don't worry, I'll handle this perfectly!"

Chuck wasn't worried but he was still nervous. What if Yvette didn't believe him? He could only hope that everything would go as planned. They arrived at a restaurant that had VIP rooms for esteemed customers. Chuck and Wilbur got into two adjacent rooms so that Chuck could listen to the conversation between Wilbur and Yvette in their room.

Chuck wanted to know what Yvette was going to say.

He sent a message to Yvette and asked her to come down, to which she replied and said that she was on the way.

Yvette looked at her mobile phone. For some unknown reason, she no longer felt the anticipation of meeting the 'baller' for the first time. Instead, she was as calm as a cucumber, as though she was just here to meet someone who did her a favor.

She calmed down and quickly went to the restaurant. She took a deep breath before entering the room, only to see Wilbur smiling at her inside. She was stunned and asked, "Are you the 'baller'?"

"Yes." Wilbur was calm. He was familiar with such scenarios so there wasn't a trace of anxiety on his face.

Yvette looked at him coldly, her eyes scanning him from head to toe. After a while, she shook her head and said, "No, you're not the 'baller'!"

She had asked him the last time when she found out he was the boss of the plaza. However, his expression had told her that he wasn't, so she was sure that Wilbur was just pretending.