My Billionaire Mom novel Chapter 115

On the top floor of the Hotel Luna.

Karen Lee was looking at a document. All of a sudden, her mobile phone rang. She came back to her senses and looked at her mobile phone. The word 'Logan' appeared on the screen.

Karen smiled.

She answered the phone call.

A young lady's voice came from the other side of the phone, "Sister Karen!"

"You're so much younger than me. It's not good for you to call me sister all the time! Just call me Aunt," Karen said. She leaned back on the chair and relaxed.

"It's better to call you Sister Karen. It sounds like we're closer to each other."

"Okay, it's up to you then." Karen replied.

"Chucky is such an interesting boy..." She said.

"Did you meet him? I heard from Betty that he went to Central City yesterday. I know you're in Central City too. So, I wanted to call you..." Karen spoke softly

"Yup, your precious son is here in Central City. I've sent someone to protect him. He's now... fighting in a hotel!"

"Fighting?" Karen asked seriously. "Is Chuck fighting?"

"Yes. But from the video I saw, it doesn't seem that he's really good at fighting. You're much better than him. When do you want to teach him some fighting skills?" The young lady said.

"That is not necessary as of now. He's too young. He needs to experience more in life. After all, fighting is a life-and-death struggle. He can't master it if he's not cruel enough. It will be better for him to learn fighting when he grows up."

Karen shook her head. She couldn't help but feel a little worried. After a few seconds, she asked, "How is he? Is he injured?"

"Nope. I won't let him get hurt in Central City. Don't worry, Sister Karen." The young lady replied.

Karen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Well, please help me to take care of my son. Don't let him get injured too badly..."

"Got it. I'll check on him now. I've never seen him before." The young lady replied.

"Sure." Karen said.

After that, Karen hung up the phone. A woman with a good figure and long silky hair was sitting inside a Rolls-Royce in Central City.

She said immediately, "Please go to the King Cross Hotel!"

"Roger that!"

The driver drove slowly towards King Cross Hotel!

......

Kalista Gold stared at Chuck Cannon. She had given her father a phone call just now. However, no one answered the call. She was very anxious. She called him several times but he wasn't available. She was in a panic. What was her father doing?

"Uncle Xavier..." Kalista ran towards Quintus Xavier, who was lying on the ground. She had to wake him up. Otherwise, she would be in big trouble today!

Quintus had passed out because Chuck hit his head with the wine bottle.

Kalista called his name for a few times but he was still unconscious.

Kalista did not know what to do anymore. She then poured some wine on Quintus' face. All of a sudden, he regained his consciousness!

"Uncle Xavier, I can't reach my father. Please ask someone to beat him!" Kalista said.

Kalista helped Quintus to get up. He stared at Chuck angrily. "It has been many years that anyone dared to treat me in this way. How should I pay you back?"

He said angrily.

The people surrounding them were waiting to see what would happen next.

"Quintus is angry now! Well, I guess the event today will be canceled." One of them said.

"Of course! Quintus is the organizer of the event tonight. He has already been beaten like this. How can he continue the event?"

The people were talking about it excitedly. They were also curious about the waiter's fate.

Chuck looked at Quintus indifferently.

Quintus was being driven up the wall by Chuck. He thought, 'You'll be dead soon!'

"Call your boss now!" Quintus pointed to a security guard and said.

The security guard was helpless. "President Xavier, he's really not an employee here!"

"Are you kidding?" Kalista said angrily.

Chuck was wearing the waiter's uniform of this hotel. Did she see it wrongly? How could he wear it if he was not a waiter?

'This bast*rd must have stolen the blazer!' She thought.

The security guard was helpless. They didn't dare to retort.

However, as a security guard, how could he not know if Chuck was a waiter in this hotel? Not to mention if there was such a handsome waiter!

The others looked at each other in dismay. 'No? How could he not be?'