My Billionaire Mom novel Chapter 389

Chuck was moved. He really wanted to have some time with Willa alone, just to talk about things. It had been a long time since they'd last seen each other. However, it seemed that this was not a good time to have a chat. Chuck thought that Willa, Betty, and the others around must already be aware of the seriousness of Black Rose's capability. He had to tread carefully.

After all, she would start hunting him down in the next five days. How should he deal with her?

Should he just hide in Mom's hotel?

Maybe he could find a more secluded place to hide in.

Perhaps he could take a direct flight to the United States tonight and ask Mom for protection.

With Karen by his side, definitely no harm would come to him and that wouldn't just apply for five days, he would probably be safe for five years, he figured.

However, Chuck thought that he could trust Willa's judgment and he believed that she would keep him safe.

"What should I do in the next five days?" Chuck wondered again. He did not know what else to think of, he might be dead soon.

He was feeling nervous and the fear of his imminent death was looming closely above him. Of course, the most he could do now was stay calm. It was useless to feel afraid at this point, anyway.

Now, all he needed to do was think of solutions to this.

"Chucky, let's get out of here first," Willa suggested gently. She was more worried than anyone else there. Chuck was not yet in a panic, he was similar to Karen in this aspect. The longer he kept his calm composure, the more it showed that Chuck had matured.

But he was still young after all. So young and still, he had to bear such great pressure. Willa felt distressed just thinking about it.

Chuck had no objections. Since Betty was injured, she had to find a place to spend the night. Chuck decided to head back to the hotel first.

"Okay, let's go then," Willa said with a gentle smile.

People started to leave the scene. While Chuck went to pay for the painting, the other men waited outside. When Chuck reached the payment counter, he was met with Quinn's presence. She bit her lip and asked, "What are you doing? Why were there gunshots?"

She had really wanted to leave, but the series of gunshots that sounded had her trembling in fear. She felt that something bad must have happened to Chuck. She wanted to leave, but she couldn't make herself go.

Quinn couldn't get past the hate she felt for Chuck ever since he had said those words to her in the car.

However, she knew that nothing could be resolved if she continued on like this. What else could she do other than hate him? Kill him? She couldn't do that. But his presence only made her angry.

She had decided not to see Chuck ever again, but then, as if fated, she would meet him again somewhere else.

Quinn was hesitant about what to do, especially after the gunshots. She was even more at a loss.

"Should I just leave? But why won't my legs move?" Quinn thought in frustration.

Chuck did not answer Quinn's question. Instead, he had just walked over and gave Quinn a hug. Quinn was startled and immediately wanted to resist, but she ended up staying still. Chuck did not do anything else but hugged her.

What's going on?

Quinn could feel Chuck's calm heartbeat upon staying in such a position. Quinn actually felt a little warmed by his hug.

"Chuck, are you in trouble?" Quinn asked. She felt that something was off. Chuck was acting weird.

"I'm fine," Chuck said as he let go of her. "I'll pay for my painting now."

After that, he turned away and walked inside. Quinn was angry now and she snarled, "Chuck, you're going to be a b*stard again, aren't you? Just tell me, what happened?"

Chuck didn't want to let Quinn know about his possible death.

"It's alright, President Miller. I'll treat you to a meal six days later, how does that sound?" Chuck asked with a smile.

By the fifth day, Chuck must find a way to escape Black Rose's wrath.

"No, it sounds dreadful," Quinn rejected, she still felt that something was off. Why did he specify the days like that?

"Well... Alright then," Chuck said, disappointed. He then went to pay the bill and collected his painting. This painting was so expensive. Almost as expensive as his plaza.

He would need to keep this somewhere safe. If it got tainted accidentally, Chuck would be distressed to death.

Quinn was still there when Chuck had gotten back. He was surprised to see her and wondered, "Does she still have feelings for me?"

If not, what was she doing here?

"Tell me if you're in any sort of trouble, I may be able to help you. After all, we are... colleagues," Quinn said.

"It's nothing. I'll head back first," Chuck replied with a shrug and walked away.

Quinn stared at him as he was leaving. She really wanted to scream at him, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. Eventually, Chuck's figure disappeared from her view, and she watched on with a trace of sadness in her eyes.