Chuck Cannon, who was listening to the conversation in the room next to Yvette's was shocked to hear her firm declaration. However, the shock quickly turned into distress. How could he fail to expect this situation? After all, Yvette Jordan had managed to become a college professor. In addition, her grades were always top-notch, be it in elementary school or in university. In other words, she could easily decipher the situation and guess that Wilbur Wendel wasn't the baller!
Maybe she had already found out when she met Wilbur last time.
Chuck sighed. He had underestimated his wife's intelligence!
What should he do now?
He thought hard about how to resolve the situation. He knew that Yvette would definitely continue to find out who the 'baller' was.
However, he cleared his head and continued to listen to their conversation.
"Really? You haven't seen me before yet you're so sure to reject the possibility that I am the 'baller'. I have feelings too, you know." Wilbur sighed and pretended to stand up, as though he was going to leave.
"But you're really not the 'baller'." Yvette shook her head. She was 100% sure that he was not the one.
But... she was confused. There was no need for the 'baller' to lie to her. At the same time, he looked pretty sad and sincere. Could she really be mistaken?
Wilbur saw an opening and quickly pretended to be disappointed, "I knew it, you must've thought that I would look handsome and charming like those idols you see all the time right? Now that you've seen me in person, you realized that I'm not who you thought I was, so you're disappointed and therefore you refuse to acknowledge my existence."
Chuck flashed him a thumbs-up. Wilbur often flirted with girls so he could tell lies readily.
Yvette shook her head and tried to explain, "It's not like that." She wasn't a flirt and wouldn't be easily tricked by handsome men. It was just a gut feeling she had. She then said, "I remember asking you about it when I met you last time. However, the feeling you gave me told me that you aren't the 'baller' who has been helping me all this time."
Wilbur chuckled, "Are you trying to say that I concealed it too well?"
"No, it's..."
Wilbur continued to ask, "I wasn't planning on revealing myself at that time, so of course I masked my expressions. Just think about it carefully, if I weren't the 'baller', how would your company be able to open a business here? Or renew your contract successfully? Do you think anyone else could've helped you with all this?"
His words reminded Yvette of all these. It was true since he was the boss of the plaza, it probably just took one word for him to help her renew her company's contract. Was he.... really the 'baller'?
Yvette suppressed her thoughts and looked at him warily. She sat down cautiously and asked once again, "Are you really the 'baller'?"
Wilbur shrugged, "Do you still not believe me? The first time I saved you was when you got drunk with the two other bosses in that hotel......"
Yvette was embarrassed at the mention of this. He must be the 'baller' then since he was able to speak about these matters so casually. However, why didn't she feel a tinge of gratitude towards him? Maybe... it was because they were meeting for the first time, so it felt different from chatting with him on Wechat.
At this point, Yvette was convinced. After all, he did point out an important issue. Who else could it be apart from him?
It would be best if she stopped dilly-dallying. He must be the 'baller' who had helped her all this time!
Yvette said apologetically, "Sorry for all the nonsense I had said just now."
Wilbur smiled back warmly at her, "It's fine, don't worry."
Chuck was relieved. Wilbur was pretty capable to be able to convince Yvette with just a few words. However, Chuck felt slightly uncomfortable since he was the real 'baller', not Wilbur. Chuck sighed and was slightly annoyed at himself. Why did he ever think of making Wilbur stand in for him?
He wondered what Yvette's reaction would be once she realized that she was wrong and that Chuck was the real 'baller' and not Wilbur.
"Let's order something." Yvette called the waiter over. The two ordered some food and Wilbur started chatting to her casually. Yvette was able to talk to him freely since she trusted Wilbur and treated him as a friend. She was bound to start revealing some of her worries.
Yvette sighed, "The company's business has been slightly better recently."
It was true. The two big bosses whom she had picked up the other day at the airport had sent their employees over for training in her company.
Wilbur started to draw her into his trap, "In that case, your business should be doing great! How's the profit this month?"
"There is profit, but it can't be used. The thing is..." Yvette sighed. She remembered how she had to pay nearly 500,000 dollars for the necklace in Central City. She was forced to turn to loan sharks to borrow money.
"Why? Don't worry, just tell me. We're friends, aren't we?" Wilbur was also curious.
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