My Billionaire Mom novel Chapter 242

Chuck understood what was going on, but why would Queenie spill wine on him for no reason?

As a part-timer, Queenie must be very cautious. This was definitely not as simple as it seemed.

Chuck's heart ached when he saw Queenie shedding tears. After all, Chuck had taken Queenie's virginity.

"Queenie, you didn't mean it, did you?" Chuck asked her gently.

"I...I was carrying the wine when he suddenly bumped into me," Queenie said as she wiped her tears and shook her head. It was no doubt that she would be very cautious during her part-time job, especially in this kind of place. She knew that they were all wealthy people whom she couldn't afford to offend, and she had been on high alert with her every movement.

"Well, it's going to be okay now," Chuck consoled her.

Queenie cried silently, Chuck's console was very warm and comforting for her.

"It's going to be okay? Didn't you hear what I just said? My suit is..." Sylvester sneered incredulously. It was okay?

How could that be possible?!

Anyone who damaged his belongings, no matter who he or she was, they'll need to pay up. There was never an exemption, let alone a mere waitress.

"It is a million or so and customized, right?" Chuck stared at him.

"You still remember. Pay up, then!" Sylvester came over. "Don't try to make excuses, because no matter who you are, there is no use playing tricks with me!"

"No matter who you are, tricks don't work on me either." Chuck said blandly, "You're the one who ran into her, yet you still want her to compensate?"

"Are you blind? Who the h*ll said that I was the one who ran into her? My suit costs more than a million dollars, pay up!" Sylvester narrowed his eyes.

Chuck glanced at him and said, "Okay, we'll settle this privately."

Sylvester laughed and said, "Why? Do you feel shameful? If it wasn't my father's birthday today, I would have turned this place upside down!"

Chuck took Queenie to a corner, away from the people who were eating.

Sylvester followed them. He didn't want to disturb his father's celebration.

"Your card number," Chuck said to Sylvester calmly.

Queenie panicked and thought, "That's a fortune! More than a million dollars!" Queenie shook her head and said, "Chuck, that's too much money."

"It's fine," Chuck said with a smile.

Queenie bit her lip and felt guilty in her heart. She noticed that the distance in their relationship, between her and Chuck, was getting wider and wider.

"You know what's good for you," Sylvester sneered. He thought, "Try not paying and I would make you suffer!"

He told Chuck the card number, and Chuck transferred it to him accordingly.

After receiving the money, Sylvester smiled with satisfaction. "Next time, ask your waitress friend to watch out. Consider yourself lucky this time. It might not be as simple as just paying up next time," he said.

After that, he was about to return to the banquet, but Chuck stopped him as he said calmly, "I've paid for your loss. It is not over yet."

"Not over yet?" Sylvester turned his head with a disdainful look on his face. "Then tell me, how is it not over yet?"

"I've paid you the compensation. So first, take off the clothes on you now! I've bought your clothes for 1.3 million dollars, and it's now mine. Why are you wearing my clothes?" Chuck asked.

"Hahaha! So, you want to do it this way?" Sylvester said in a playful tone. He had seen far many tricks like this, but no one had ever successfully made him take off his clothes.

"You aren't qualified to make me take off my clothes. Just take care of your waitress girlfriend," Sylvester smiled and said.

"You've bumped into her and spilled the wine. You have to pay for it!" Chuck continued, ignoring his words.

"Haha!" Sylvester burst out laughing as if he'd heard a joke.

Nonetheless, Chuck added, "The wine was spilled everywhere and dirtied the floor. You have to pay for that as well!"

"Haha!"

Sylvester ridiculed, "You said that you want me to take off my clothes, it's a forced reason. You asked me to pay for the wine, it's a forced reason as well. However, as for staining the floor, what does that have to do with you? Is the floor yours?"

This joke was too interesting. He suddenly felt that Willa's nephew might be a little crazy in the head.

"The floor isn't mine," Chuck replied as he shook his head.

"If it's not yours, why do I need to pay for it? Boy, are you trying to brag in front of your waitress girlfriend?" Sylvester sneered. It had been a long time since someone had shown off like this before him.

"You've said so much, but do you think I'd give a d*mn? Even if you were to call Willa over, I still wouldn't care," Sylvester shook his head and was ready to return to the banquet.