My Billionaire Mom novel Chapter 144

Queenie Carson struggled and her aunt impatiently slapped her again. Queenie bit her lip and burst into tears. Her face was already swollen.

"Be good and marry Master Cady as I say! Even if you don't agree, you have to agree. It's not up to you!" her aunt snapped.

"Auntie, please return the dowry he gave. I beg you. After I graduate from college, I will return you the money twofold! Auntie..." Queenie pleaded. She really felt desperate.

She still had her sister to take care of. Otherwise, she would have run away a long time ago, but now, how could she run away?

"You will pay it back? What do you have to pay for it? Do you know much in dowry Master Cady has given us? You wouldn't even be able to return the money if you work for your whole life, don't even mention paying it back twofold!" the woman sneered.

"Auntie, please tell me how much it is. I'll definitely give it to you after I start working," Queenie said.

"Shut up. I'm telling you, Master Cady gave us 500,000 for your hand in marriage! How can you pay it back? You're so foolish, if you go out and work, it'll be just three or four thousand a month. How can you ever pay it back?" the woman snapped.

"500,000?"

Queenie sat on the ground with a pale face. She thought that it would only be a five-figure sum, but why was it actually so much?

500,000 was really a large sum for her.

"Can you afford it?" the woman mocked and pulled Queenie's hair to pick her up.

"I, I can borrow it from my friends," Queenie said.

"You want to borrow from your friends? Your mother's a poor bum and so are you. Do you have friends who can afford lending you 500,000 dollars?" the woman jeered.

Queenie shook her head desperately. She took out the 10,000 dollars Yvette Jordan gave her from her bag. "Auntie, I give you 10,000 first and I'll slowly pay you back. Please return the dowry."

The woman immediately grabbed the money into her hands and sniggered. "Where did you get 10,000 from? Did you do something behind my back? If you are not a virgin anymore, you'll see how I deal with you!"

"Auntie, this is what my teacher lent me," Queenie said anxiously.

"Teacher? What kind of teacher would lend 10,000 to a student? Do you think I'm stupid? No matter how you got this money, I'll take this 10,000! I'll take it as repayment for your sister's living expenses for the past few years!" she said and put the money in her bag.

"No, aunt, this is what my teacher lent me. No..." Queenie was so worried that she bawled out.

She had not lived off her aunt in the past few years. She worked part-time every day and she even paid her aunt every month for her sister's living expenses.

How could her aunt take away the money that Teacher Jordan had lent her?

Snap!

The woman slapped Queenie in the face and yelled angrily, "It's better to raise a dog than to raise you. You've lived with me for several years, but you don't want to even give me 10,000 dollars. You're really an ungrateful person!"

"Auntie, the money's not mine, it's really not," Queenie cried desperately.

At this time, her cell phone rang. She hurriedly took it out and looked at it. It was Teacher Jordan. She was surprised to see her call, and she wanted to pick up the phone, but it was snatched away.

The woman glanced at it and said, "Teacher Jordan? It's this fool who lent you 10,000? Hmm, this phone? You can't use your phone again before you get married to Master Cady."

"No!" Queenie shrieked.

After saying this, the woman turned off Queenie's phone. She grabbed Queenie and went home.

Yvette Jordan, who was sitting in the car, looked unhappy.

"What's wrong, wifey?" Chuck asked curiously.

Yvette shook her head and said that it was okay. When she called again, she found that the phone had been turned off. She felt that Queenie must be in trouble. The voice that scolded her just now was not Queenie's voice, so it must be her aunt.

"Queenie's phone was turned off but she asked me to drive here." Yvette sighed.

Yvette liked that girl very much. She did not want her life to be ruined just like this, but now it seemed that something worse must have happened to Queenie. She must have been locked up at home by her aunt.

Chuck looked around but he really did not see Queenie.

"What should we do now?" Yvette said anxiously.

Chuck said, "Wifey, wait a minute. I'll ask someone to find out where Queenie lives."

"How do we find out?" Yvette asked. Was it so easy to locate her home?