My Billionaire Mom (Chuck Cannon) novel Chapter 412

Having heard Landon's phone ping, Patricia spared Chuck a nervous glance and walked over slowly. "You just got a notification," she informed Landon.

Landon had not meant to look at his phone at all, she had realized.

Yes, he really wasn't going to!

It had only been a few minutes. It was impossible for him to be getting notifications from the bank this fast.

Landon grinned proudly as he replied, "I know, I heard it. So what?"

"Well then, have a look. The four billion has been transferred to your account," Chuck said in a serious tone.

Karen was nothing but efficient. That must've been a notification from the bank to inform Landon of the successful transfer.

Karen had also told him that he had scored a huge bargain. Of course Chuck knew it. Huh, Landon asked for it!

Was he just looking down on me? Then, get ready for the consequence!

"Haha! Do you think I'll believe you?" Landon sneered.

Landon did not want to look at his phone. If he did, he was sure everyone would laugh at him for being gullible, especially Chuck.

They would think that he had really believed it. It would be a particularly dumb move.

Landon's face turned cold as he thought of Chuck laughing at him. This guy was clearly toying with him in public!

Without a moment's hesitation, Landon raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The thirty or so people present immediately surrounded Chuck with murderous glares. To them, he was nothing but garbage. If each and everyone one of them punched him once, he would probably be beaten to death.

"Look at your phone! It's transferred!" Chuck frowned as he raised his voice.

What was wrong with Landon? Chuck had already transferred the money, why won't he believe him!

"Beat him up!" Landon roared.

Patricia was at a loss now. She didn't know if she should speak up or not.

If she did, it would no doubt be an offense to the Allen family.

But she didn't say anything, Chuck would definitely get beaten to death.

Instantly, the people ordered to beat Chuck started their task. Chuck, on the other hand, did not cower in fear. With a steel pipe raised in hand, he proceeded to fight back against them.

However, there were too many people all at once. Soon, Chuck had been dealt with too many punches at once, it was beyond painful.

All of a sudden, everyone stopped their movements.

Landon's cell phone was ringing. No one would dare interrupt him if he were in a phone call. Therefore, to cause less disturbance, the fighting had momentarily ceased.

Landon frowned as took out his mobile phone. The housekeeper of the Allen family was calling him. Why was he calling at this hour?

He decided to answer it.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Landon asked. His grandfather trusted this housekeeper greatly. Therefore, he dared not disrespect him.

"Young Master! What have you done?" A croaky voice answered back through the phone.

"What do you mean?" Landon asked back in confusion.

"Oh, don't worry. It's just that there was a big sum of money credited to your account. I was just curious," the housekeeper informed.

"Money?" Landon questioned. He didn't even spare a look at Chuck. The money must have been transferred to him from a friend. He had loaned out some money before. However, it had only been 300 million dollars which wasn't much to him. He didn't think the housekeeper would be alarmed by such a small amount of money.

Puzzled, Landon asked, "How much was it?"

"Four billion dollars!" The housekeeper announced. This figure was nothing to the Allen family. However, Landon was one of the family's many descendants, so it was a bit off that such an amount was only credited to him. The housekeeper had to figure out how such a huge sum of money had suddenly materialized in Landon's account.

"What? How much did you say?" Landon asked in incredulity, his voice rising.

The parking lot was filled with a pin drop silence.

Everyone at the scene did not dare make any movements. Something looked off. Was Young Master Allen alright?

What was going on?

Patricia's mind was racing. Could it be that...

"Young Master, why are you so surprised by this? Didn't you know in advance? Four billion dollars had just been credited into your account three minutes ago," the housekeeper repeated.

Landon wasn't hearing things now, was he? Four billion dollars! This was...

He couldn't believe it. He could hardly get over the shock.

Then, he stared at Chuck and thought, "How could this fool have so much money?"

"Are you certain?" Landon asked again, angered.

"I know I'm old, but I'm not blind. It's definitely four billion dollars I'm seeing here. What's going on, Young Master? Could you fill me in?" he replied.

Landon was shooting fire out of his eyes at this point. "I'll tell you later when I get back. This money... Well, it's a gift from someone."

"Oh, I see. Alright then. I guess such a gift isn't all that surprising," the housekeeper said and promptly hung up the phone. It was nothing out of the ordinary.

After all, those people were personally trained by Karen. Each of them could fight against more than ten people.

Landon frowned at that and his eyes narrowed ferociously. "You fool. The money you sent me was merely a gift. Don't you understand? Whatever. Everyone, beat him up!"

Chuck glanced at him and his heart sank. Was he really going to go back on his word?

He took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Young Master." A voice answered when the call had gotten through.

It was Betty.

"Get someone over here. I've bought over a new hotel," Chuck instructed.

"Okay, Young Master. Please give us a moment," Betty replied.

After Chuck had hung up the phone, Landon sneered at him and asked, "Do you know what the Allen family is capable of?"

"I don't, actually. But I've already bought something of yours, fair and square. If you don't give it to me, I will make sure you regret it," Chuck threatened.

He was extremely calm. What was there to be afraid of, anyway?

"Gosh, talking to you is a waste of breath. I don't care anymore. Beat him into a pulp!" Landon ordered with a cold sneer. He would beat Chuck to death and make his entire family kneel before him to apologize. How dare he offend the Allen family!

"Yes, Young Master!" The men immediately besieged Chuck once again. Chuck cast the sneering Landon a quick look and pounced on him.

"What are you doing? Let go of our Young Master!!" someone yelled.

The thirty men who were present glared intensely at Chuck.

Landon was calm though. Chuck was trapping him against his chest with a steel pipe in hand, but Landon wasn't afraid. They were still on his family's property after all.

In this country, he really hadn't met anyone who had dared to attack him like this.

On this day though, he had finally met someone who was not afraid of death.

Patricia didn't know what Chuck was planning to do. She didn't think he knew either.

This all just screamed trouble.

"Punk, I'll count to three. You'd better let me go by then. Otherwise, I'll have your entire family killed," Landon seethed a threat. How dare Chuck touch him! He would face the consequences soon enough.

"Tell me, are you really planning to go back on your word? Are you really not going to hand the hotel over to me?" Chuck asked as he stared at him.

"Do you dare to take it if I do?" Landon scoffed. This fool really did not know his place!