My Billionaire Mom novel Chapter 312

Of course, Chuck never intended to sleep with her in the first place. He had only always talked about it casually, but Quinn took it seriously.

However, he felt strange when he saw that Quinn's pretty eyes had been fixed on him. "President Miller, what are you thinking about?" He asked.

"Huh? Nothing. Didn't you want me to help you? Say it." Quinn was upset and thought in her heart, "Are you kidding me?"

Chuck was thinking that Quinn had been acquiring a lot of businesses. He had no time to manage all that recently. Yolanda had also said that there was a nightclub looking for a new owner, and he didn't have time to check it out as well. It couldn't go on like this. He wanted to see if he could cooperate with Quinn and acquire something together so that he could expand his business empire quickly.

Chuck told Quinn this, but she snorted, "Is this what you wanted me to help you with?"

"Yes, let's work together. I'm very busy recently, and I don't have time to do anything. President Miller, you have a good eye for projects. So, let's see if there is any chance for us to cooperate," he said.

"You don't have to flatter me," Quinn snorted.

"So, President Miller, are you..." Chuck continued.

"I've told you, stop calling me president!" Quinn snapped. She was furious and she turned around to leave.

Since Chuck had raised this matter, it was only natural that he wanted to get an answer. He caught up with her and asked, "What do you think?"

"Hmph, you have a good plan. You want me to help you with your business, don't you?" Quinn stared at Chuck.

Chuck smiled awkwardly, "It's fine then. The deal is off while our friendship is still on. Just pretend that I never said it."

"Hmph, never said it?" Quinn turned back around and said, "Okay, I'll do it."

To Chuck's surprise, she had actually agreed.

"Don't leave today. I'll treat you dinner as well later in the evening," Chuck smiled. He was not very sure if she would agree with it in the first place. After all, Quinn had a good eye and was not short of money. As long as she invested in businesses, she would have good returns. Why would she even want to cooperate with others?

"Do I need you to spend two hundred dollars to treat me to a meal? Am I short of dinner from you? Short of that two hundred dollars?" Quinn snorted.

"Didn't I ask you to order just now? You didn't want to order and said it was enough. What are you blaming me for?" Chuck muttered under his breath.

Quinn's beautiful eyes widened upon hearing this, "You think that I'm saying the meal was cheap? I was talking about you. You only treat me to a meal for a purpose."

"Then why should I treat you to a meal without a purpose? You are not short of a meal from me either," Chuck muttered. Treating Quinn to a meal for nothing? Chuck didn't have the mood to do so.

"You!" Quinn gnashed her teeth.

After that, he asked her where she wanted to go and eat. Anywhere would be fine for him. Maybe they could go to his mother's hotel and it was guaranteed to be expensive.

Quinn shook her head, "No, I have a project after this. If you really want to cooperate with me, just pay up then. I'll give you half of it."

Chuck breathed a sigh of relief, "What project is it?"

"Why are you asking for the details? Didn't you say I have a good eye?" Quinn said with no expression.

Chuck was rendered speechless. He had to admit that Quinn did have a good eye. Since she said it this way, it should be quality.

"Okay, when you've confirmed it, just let me know the price," Chuck said.

Quinn snorted and turned to leave. Chuck reached out helplessly and pulled her, "President Miller, don't be angry. I really want to treat you to dinner tonight. Don't go."

This was what he should do.

At the very least, the two of them had cooperated, so they should have dinner together.

"I don't eat spicy food. It was too spicy just now, change to another restaurant if you want to eat with me," Quinn said.

Chuck smiled, this meant that she agreed. There were several restaurants with lighter tasting dishes in the plaza. Chuck had eaten them several times and he decided to bring Quinn there that night.

However, he figured it would be better if they just went to his mother's hotel. Therefore, he said, "Let's go to my mother's hotel. The dishes there are delicious, some of them are worth more than 10,000 dollars. I'm sure you will like it."

"I didn't say I want to have something expensive. Let's just eat here," Quinn shook her head.

"Okay. Would you like to go to my office or wander around by yourself?" He asked.

"What's the point of wandering around? I've been here for dozens of times," Quinn replied.

Chuck turned around and asked, "Why did you come here so many times?"

"To acquire your plaza, duh!" Quinn snorted and went into the elevator with him. He smiled while thinking, "This woman is actually very soft-hearted." But thinking of Yvette, Chucked sighed again.

Quinn heard the sigh and looked at him, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine," he answered calmly.