My Billionaire Mom (Chuck Cannon) novel Chapter 345

When Chuck saw the unknown number, he shrugged nonchalantly and answered the call. A clear and crisp voice sounded, "Hello, is this Chuck Cannon, Mr. Cannon?"

"Yes, speaking," Chuck replied. He was surprised. The voice was cold, but the tone was quite soft and soothing. Chuck guessed it should be a tough lady's voice.

The lady said, "Well, the things is, I'd like to meet you."

"Do I know you?" asked Chuck.

The lady replied, "No, but we'll get to know each other later. Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Patricia Dawson, Aaron's sister."

Chuck chuckled, he didn't expect his family member to contact him so quickly. He hadn't even done anything yet. If Chuck were to give Aaron tens of millions or even a hundred million dollars, Aaron would have kept it. But normally, an ordinary person would not be able to get 2.5 billion dollars transferred in a few minutes. Thus, even if Aaron dared to accept his money, the Dawson family would never.

However, Chuck didn't have much time. He was still thinking of going to buy a G-Class Mercedes-Benz.

"Are you free now? I'm at your plaza. I'd love to meet you," Patricia continued.

Chuck thought for a moment, since she was already at his plaza, how anxious must she be? Thinking of this, Chuck decided not to buy a car on this day. Besides, he had already bought one for Yolanda.

He answered, "Okay, just a moment. I'll be there shortly."

Patricia said, "Okay, I'll be waiting."

After hanging up, Chuck informed Yolanda that he was leaving and she was a little surprised to hear that. Was Chuck not going to buy a car?

"Somebody is waiting to meet me at the plaza," explained Chuck.

"Alright," Yolanda nodded. After all, she did not think that Chuck would've compensated Aaron so easily.

After a while, Heather came over and said that the car was ready. She asked Yolanda to examine the car to see if everything was suitable and in good condition. Chuck and Yolanda went together. It was a brand new car, hence, there were no problems with it.

After that, the car was ready to be collected. Yolanda sat in the driver's seat. Just as Chuck was opening the door of the backseat and about to get in, Heather spoke, "Mr. Cannon, why don't we keep in touch on WhatsApp? You can contact me in the future if you want to buy a car."

Heather felt that Chuck was rich and powerful, and he could definitely bring her more customers if they kept in contact.

Yolanda blinked her beautiful eyes upon hearing her.

"Is that necessary?" Chuck shrugged in response. He thought that Heather's body figure was pretty good, but she wasn't as pretty as Yvette or Yolanda. She had a tiny waist, the professional attire she was wearing showed her curves. She was attractive, but the downside was that she worked as a salesgirl.

Chuck was not interested.

"Yes, Mr. Cannon. I can introduce a lot of cars of every model to you in the future," Heather persuaded as she was anxious. She regretted not treating Chuck well in the beginning.

If she had a better attitude, would he have accepted her request?

"No, thanks. I'm not planning to buy any car here in the future," Chuck refused right away.

Heather was disappointed. She had no choice but to send them off, "Mr. Cannon, take care."

Then, Yolanda drove the car back to the plaza with Chuck.

"Hey, Heather, didn't you add him on WhatsApp? He's such a powerful boss!" A colleague came over at this time and said. Something serious had happened in the store that day where a test-drive car was involved in an accident. Not only did the person pay full compensation, but he even bought a Lincoln Navigator with cash. How rich he must have been!

"Sigh, perhaps it was because of my bad attitude just now. I feel that he doesn't want to talk to me," Heather sighed.

Her colleague said, "He was generous. If he didn't like your attitude, he wouldn't have let you continue serving him."

"Is that so?" There was suddenly hope in Heather's eyes. After all, she had gotten to know such a powerful boss, it might be easier for her to boost the company's sale in future.

"I think so," her colleague nodded.

Immediately, Heather's eyes lit up with hope. When Yolanda came later to settle the car plate number, Heather would try to get Chuck's WhatsApp again by then.

Then, her colleague asked, "Hey, Heather, tell us about what happened just now. How many transfers did that person make?"

"Three in total. The first time was five hundred million dollars, the second time one billion dollars, it was another billion dollars in the end," Heather replied and felt that it was incredible once again.

She couldn't understand the world of a baller!

Her colleague gasped, "Wow, he's too well off. How nice would it be if he were my boyfriend!"

Patricia looked outside of the cafe. She couldn't wait to see how Chuck, who could 'compensate' 2.5 billion dollars, looked like. He must have been born with a silver spoon and have the appearance of a rich second-generation.

In the parking lot.

Yolanda drove in. As soon as they got out of the car, Chuck heard a honk. He looked around and saw that it came from Quinn's car. Yolanda saw her too and she said, "I'll go up first."

"Okay," Chuck nodded. He felt strange. Why did Quinn come? Then, Yolanda took the elevator by herself. Chuck walked towards Quinn's car and saw that she was particularly beautiful that day. Her long legs were so charming as she sat in a poised position inside.

"President Miller, what are you doing here?" Chuck thought that Quinn would've stayed longer in Floriland. He didn't expect her to come back so soon.

"What have you been doing every day?" Quinn asked indifferently. She didn't see Chuck when she had come to the plaza earlier that day. In fact, she had been back from Floriland for a long time. The next day after Chuck left Floriland, she had gotten bored so she returned. She just didn't come over until now. She was almost going to finish the discussion on the project they were involved in.

"I went to class. As for today, I went to buy a car since it's a holiday." Chuck shrugged.

"You want to buy a car? Don't you have enough of them already? There are so many cars in your mom's hotel," Quinn's voice softened as she spoke. By the way, she had forgotten that Chuck was still a college student.

He was so young.

"But those belong to my mom," said Chuck.

Quinn then said, "Alright. Didn't you plan to work together with me? The discussion on the project over there is going to end soon. Come and have a look with me when you have time."

"I'll just leave it to you. When the time comes, just tell me how much fund is needed, I'll transfer the money to you," Chuck said with a smile. He trusted her after all.

"Do you trust me so much?" Quinn glanced at him and asked.

"Of course, I do. How can I not believe in President Miller?" Chuck shrugged and replied.

Quinn snorted, "Enough, stop flattering me. I'm hungry, buy me lunch. Let's go to the restaurant on the third floor, where we had our meal last time."

Chuck said, "Sure, no problem, but I'll have to meet someone first. I'll be right back, ten minutes. Wait for me in the car first."

"Wait in the car?" When she said this, she thought of the dream she had in Chuck's car and the traces she had left. It was truly a struggle to explain the incident.