My Billionaire Mom (Chuck Cannon) novel Chapter 241

Sylvester decided to teach this man a lesson because one like him was not worthy to be with such a stunner like Willa.

"If you've touched her, it's as though you're aiming for the moon and it would be such a reckless waste!" Sylvester thought angrily.

Willa glanced at him and said, "Bring me to your father."

She was prepared to greet Sylvester's father, express her wishes to him, then have a meal with Chuck at that corner table they were at just now.

She wasn't interested in having another conversation with Sylvester.

"Okay, this way, please." Deep down, Sylvester felt furious.

"Chucky, come in with me," Willa turned to Chuck and said.

Of course, Chuck had no objection and followed after Willa.

Sylvester frowned, "Who is this?"

He couldn't allow Willa to bring someone else right in front of his eyes.

He must teach him a lesson!

"My nephew, Chuck Cannon," Willa replied, she was no longer gentle.

Only then did Sylvester smile. He thought in relief, "So, he's her nephew? That's what I thought, no wonder this br*t is lucky enough to be able to get close with Willa."

After all, it was rare for ordinary people to meet Willa.

"Okay, please come in," Sylvester smiled. The sight of Chuck was now a little more soothing to his eyes.

"Don't try anything funny on him. Even if I don't do anything, his mother would make you suffer!" Willa's voice was cold as she warned. How could she not notice Sylvester's hostility towards Chuck just a moment ago?

Sylvester frowned and asked, "Who's his mother?"

"To be honest, you are not qualified enough to know," Willa shook her head. If it weren't for Sylvester's father, Willa wouldn't have said a word to him, even if she were to meet him face to face.

Her words made Sylvester angry, but he was wary of Willa, so he didn't express his temper. However, it made him feel unhappy again as he stared at Chuck.

"Chucky, let's go in," Willa's tenderness resurfaced when she spoke to Chuck.

"Yes, Auntie Logan," Chuck followed after Willa. Just then, someone came out of the room. It was an old man in his sixties or seventies who seemed to be in good spirits.

"Willa, you came," the old man looked happy. To be frank, he had little to do with Willa, at most to be considered a distant relative.

"Yes, Uncle," Willa smiled and greeted.

"It's rare for you to show up. I can't believe you actually came to this place, I assume you are here for business?" The old man was surprised.

"No, my nephew took me around to have fun, I was just following him. Chucky, this is Master Xinos," Willa then turned and said to Chuck.

"Master Xinos," Chuck was polite. That was how an elder should be treated.

"Great! Youngsters these days are truly something!" The old man smiled.

"Uncle, happy birthday. I brought him here to discuss something with you," Willa did not beat around the bush.

"Tell me then, Willa," The old man said.

Willa asked, "Don't you have a piece of land over there? Do you have any intention of selling it?"

"Willa, do you want it?" The old man was startled at her question. He wasn't intending to sell the land. He was going to save it for building constructions. But since Willa mentioned it, he would definitely agree.

After all, Willa was so successful now but she was still so polite towards him. It was rare!

"Yes, I want it," Willa said.

"What? I tried to sell it to you last time, but you rejected me. Could it be him who wants it now?" Sylvester spoke up as he was not pleased. He glared at Chuck.

The old man stared at Chuck again. He didn't know this young man, but the land was worth seven to eight hundred million dollars. Willa could have taken the money out easily, but could this young man do the same?

Of course, if Willa was planning to buy it for him, it would be another case.

But if she was not planning to, it would be quite difficult for this young man to afford to buy the land. This was what the old man thought.

Willa glanced towards Sylvester and said, "Yes."

"That piece of land costs up to seven to eight hundred million dollars. If you are not going to help him, will he be able to afford it?" Sylvester asked.

"He can afford it," Willa replied nonchalantly.

"Sylvester, it's effortless for Willa to do anything against our family. But she hasn't done it so far because she still takes me as her elder. Don't cross her line, otherwise..." The old man sighed and lectured.

"Otherwise what, Dad? You've been overthinking. Willa respects you a lot, even if I stomp on that br*t now, she won't do anything about it." Sylvester knew clearly that Willa respected her elders. Even if he had done anything, she would turn a blind eye for his father's sake.

Sylvester stared at Chuck's figure from afar as he thought, "Fine, let's see if you can put out seven or eight hundred million dollars at once tomorrow."

"Humph!"

The old man sighed even harder, this son of his was truly hopeless. Willa had her boundaries as well, and he was just a distant relative who was somehow related to her. He only hoped that his son would not do anything excessive, otherwise, his words would be useless once Willa truly got angry.

Chuck drank some water and went to the bathroom.

Willa waited for him. As the birthday party was about to begin, her eyes moved around and she felt a little uneasy. Were those people going to appear again? But it should not be, this was Karen's hotel. No one could cause trouble in Karen's place!

"What are you doing? You can't even serve wine, does this hotel only have useless waitresses like you?" Sylvester, who was heading towards the bathroom, was angry because a girl had knocked into him and spilled red wine all over his expensive suit.

Turns out, the waitress was Queenie who came to work part-time. But it wasn't her fault. It was Sylvester who bumped into her as he was too distracted by pretty girls around him.

"Get out of here!" Sylvester scolded. It was his father's birthday party, and he didn't want to cause a hassle.

"Yes, sir," Queenie nodded in a grievance. She carried the tray and went to the back to clean up the mess.

However, Sylvester found that his suit was destroyed. He got angry and barked, "I want to see your manager. My suit is worth more than a million dollars!"

Queenie was terrified. Such expensive clothes? "I'm sorry, please come over here. I'll wash it for you."

"Sh*t. Can I still wear it after you've washed it? Are you even qualified to wash it? Get your manager over. If it wasn't my dad's birthday party today, you'll be a piece of dead meat. Right now!" Sylvester scolded.

Queenie was so frightened that her tears welled up. It was worth over a million dollars, how could she afford to compensate?

At this time, Chuck came out of the bathroom, and he saw Queenie in tears. He was shocked, then he walked over to her and asked, "Queenie, why are you here?"

Queenie was stunned to see him and her tears fell even harder. Chuck approached her with an aching heart. He comforted softly, "It's okay, it's okay. What's wrong?"

"I, I..." Queenie sobbed.

Sylvester scoffed. Chuck was acquainted with a lowly waiter? Hah! He spat, "It's okay? She's your friend, isn't she? She spilled red wine all over me just now. This is a hundred and thirty million dollar suit, and it's custom-made. Thinking about what you should do!"

He then said in his heart, "If it weren't for the fact that you're Willa's nephew, I would have sent you a kick long ago!"