My Billionaire Mom novel Chapter 155

"Humph, do you still need me to tell you why you two should leave?" The class monitor said.

He sneered, "It's because you two are poor! Poor!"

"Yes, how can two poor people be the KTV gold cardholder? Hurry up and leave! Don't waste our time!" The classmates said impatiently.

It was fortunate for them to have a rich student in the class. They had to find this student as soon as possible! After all, the exams were over, so they should relax, and better yet, for free. They really wanted to go out.

As long as they found out who the gold cardholder was, they could sing, drink, eat for free, and play for the whole night!

Queenie Carson's face suddenly turned red. She was very angry. She didn't understand why she should be criticized just because she was poor. She was still a student, she couldn't choose to be rich or to be poor.

Only when she graduates from school and begins her career, could she be judged on her success!

"Don't go overboard!" Queenie said angrily.

"Overboard? Everyone in class knows that you both are the poorest kids in class! When this two f*cking go to the canteen, they won't even order any meat but only vegetables for lunch! How could they be the gold cardholders? Is this a joke?" The class monitor said to the class condescendingly.

"You!" Queenie was so angry that her face turned red!

"Huh! You have nothing to say! Why don't you leave now?" Francis Gellert snorted softly.

The other students were also very impatient. They wanted to drive Chuck and Queenie out so they could stop wasting their time on them.

The classmates' mocking voice made Queenie, who had been under a lot of pressure for the past few days, very upset. Tears swirled in her eyes. She felt wronged. She and Chuck were ready to go out and have some fun, but they were bullied by their classmates.

"Then who do you think is the owner of the gold card?" Chuck asked calmly.

"Anyway, it can't be the both of you! Beggars!" The class monitor sneered.

The other students laughed at them more rudely.

"Hurry up! What are you still doing here?" A student said.

"They also want to sing and drink at the KTV. Of course, they have to stay here," another student laughed.

"Humph, the KTV is an expensive place for entertainment! Those who don't have money shouldn't go. What if they get addicted but can't afford to pay?"

"If they're addicted to it, they should go in and work as a waiter. Then they can go there every day," a student mocked.

"Haha!" The classmates laughed.

Their ridicule made Queenie's eyes turn red. She felt wronged. She thought that they were all classmates, so why should they look down on people this way?

"What a coincidence. I am indeed the gold cardholder," Chuck said.

Queenie's eyes widened. What? Chuck was the gold cardholder?

Lara Jean, who was still in the classroom, was also stunned.

"You? Haha!" The class monitor burst out laughing.

"D*mn it. We let the issue pass, when you borrowed someone else's car and said it's yours. And, when you asked the fake Zabrina to come to look for you. How can you lie to us that you are the gold cardholder now? Why don't you lie and say that you're a big boss and that the whole KTV or even City Square belongs to you?" Francis snorted.

The other students were too lazy to say anything, and after laughing at him, they became even more unhappy.

"Didn't you just want to go to the KTV with us? You should have told us earlier! You don't have to tell lies like this," the class monitor came over and said with disdain.

"What if it's mine?" Chuck asked calmly.

The class monitor frowned.

"Just leave! Even if you say that the gold card is yours, someone has to believe it. If the gold card is yours, I'll go eat sh*t!" A classmate said.

"Remember what you said," Chuck glanced at him.

"Yes, that's what I said! Do you think the gold card, the KTV, and City Square belong to you?" The classmate sneered. "But if it's not yours, do you dare to eat sh*t?"

"Haha!" The others laughed.

"Of course Chuck doesn't dare to agree, because those can't be his. He will need to eat sh*t now. Hahaha!" A classmate mocked.

The students burst into laughter, as if they wanted to see Chuck make a fool of himself.

Queenie was nervous. This was too much. Eating sh*t? How could a person eat sh*t?

"Sure, no problem," Chuck smiled.

The student snorted, "Then you can go eat sh*t now! Don't waste our time!"