My Billionaire Mom novel Chapter 189

Quinn asked in disbelief, "The plaza is yours?"

The assistant covered his stomach and laughed at Chuck, wondering why he was so arrogant. How could he say such shameless words?

The assistant scoffed, "Isn't the owner of the plaza Wilbur Wendel? Do you really think that I am deaf? Wilbur said that you are just a lowly manager, a person he could fire at anytime. Just because you helped him buy a building doesn't mean that you can act so arrogantly. You're just a dog who helps its owner run errands, so how dare you be so thick-skinned?"

At least back up your claims if you want to pretend!

Quinn frowned and glared at Chuck, "Get out of here. Do you hear me?"

Chuck glanced at her, took out his mobile phone and continued, "There was a missed call just now. It should be your number, right?"

The assistant sneered, "Stop faking it. You think you can use this as an excuse to get out of here? I've seen too many pretentious tricks like this"

Chuck didn't say anything and just dialed the number. The phone started ringing in just 10 seconds.

The sound rang out loudly in the parking lot.

Quinn felt the ringtone to be particularly piercing. Her expression changed slightly, and her assistant was also stunned. What was going on? Did he really just call them?

Quinn stared at the assistant. Confused, he took out the mobile phone and looked at it. He was shocked to see that the caller was the plaza manager.

"Boss, we got the wrong number, right?" The assistant was confused.

They figured that it must be because the manager didn't feel comfortable providing them the plaza owner's number.

They weren't just going to believe that he was the plaza's owner.

Quinn grabbed onto the phone, glared at Chuck and said, "It's just a phone call. Why should we believe that you're the owner of this plaza simply because of one phone call?"

Zabrina wouldn't lie to her. She just said that Wilbur was the plaza owner, so he should be.

The man in front of them was just Wilbur's assistant.

How could he be the owner of the plaza?

She was absolutely not going to believe it.

Chuck hung up the phone. He knew that the unique number definitely belonged to Quinn.

"Don't believe me? It doesn't matter. You will believe it soon," Chuck said as he took the elevator up.

"Boss, let's go. This guy is faking it and he said that on purpose. He is afraid of losing face, and that's why he slipped away," The assistant said. He was even more certain that the reason why Chuck managed to call them was because the beautiful manager just now gave them the wrong number.

"What is there to believe? Chuck just found an excuse to run away!

Quinn frowned. After a moment of silence, she nodded and said, "Get the car."

Indeed, she did not believe the person who had peeped under her dress.

The two turned around and they were ready to leave. However, the elevator stopped on their floor again.

When the doors opened, Chuck walked out with some documents in his hand.

The assistant was stunned for a moment and thought that he was still trying to show off.

"Here." Chuck handed over the documents in his hand. Quinn frowned and stared at Chuck. She opened the documents impatiently and carefully glanced through them. This was the transfer contract of the plaza signed by Harold Wendel and Chuck Cannon...

Harold Wendel was Wilbur Wendel's father?

Quinn was instantly dumbfounded. She thought she was dreaming. The plaza was his!

Looking at the signature on the contract, the assistant was also shocked.

If it were true, he would have the absolute right to ask them to leave.

"Done reading? That's why I'm asking you to leave right now. You're not welcomed here," Chuck said as he took the contract back.

"What's going on? Isn't the owner of the plaza Wilbur Wendel?" Quinn still didn't believe it. She really liked the plaza, but if he was the owner...