My Billionaire Mom novel Chapter 409

Since the manager had laid it out like that, Chuck did not bother trying to keep a low profile and started to say, "My friend is having a party here. We won't be leaving until the party has officially ended."

Zelda's father was holding a company party. It would be absurd to kick everyone out so suddenly.

It was unacceptable.

"It's not up to you. Young Master Allen issued the order for you all to leave," the manager said, his tone indifferent. He thought this situation was ridiculous. Who was Chuck? How could he be so bold?

"Well, I don't care. I stand by what I said. I won't leave until the party ends," Chuck said firmly.

The manager frowned and inquired once more, "Is this your final decision?"

"It is," Chuck confirmed.

"Then, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. If everyone doesn't leave immediately, I'll call security here to throw each and every one of you out," the manager threatened. He didn't want to waste any more time here with this punk.

"Do you even know whose property this is?" he continued to ask.

"I do," Chuck replied.

"Then, you should be clear on where you stand. The Allen family are not people a person like you can deal with willy-nilly. You'll suffer if you continue pushing it. You don't know who you're messing with!" the manager snarled.

When he was about to leave, Chuck unexpectedly spared him a smile.

Seeing this, the manager frowned and warned, "Do you want to get into trouble?"

He thought Chuck was definitely trying to stir up some trouble.

"Tell me your price," Chuck stated abruptly.

"What do you mean? What price?" the manager said as his face contorted into one of confusion. What was he talking about?

"The hotel. How much does it cost? I'll buy it," Chuck replied boldly.

This was a five-star hotel and it was located in a prime spot which was good for business. Chuck thought that he could get Karen to send him the money to buy this hotel as it did seem to be a good investment. Hotel Luna was valued at about 4 billion dollars which should be similar to this one. He thought that 3.5 billion dollars should be enough to lock it down.

After all, this hotel was clearly not as impressive as Hotel Luna.

The manager laughed at him when he heard this. He then taunted, "What are you talking about? Are you kidding me?"

He was amused by Chuck's initiative to purchase the hotel, a five-star hotel at that! Its boss was from the Allen family! Who would dare buy anything from them?

This kid really didn't know his limits!

"I don't gain anything by joking now, do I? Go ask your boss. How much is he willing to sell it for? I'll take it," Chuck demanded.

The manager's face darkened and he started to yell, "Do you even understand what you're proposing right now? If Young Master Allen were here, you'd have a broken arm by now!"

Chuck's arm would definitely have been broken by Landon. The act of buying this hotel would be a direct insult to the Allen family. It wasn't like they were short of money! Tens of millions of dollars was nothing to them.

What was more, Chuck was dressed so poorly. The manager doubted this punk could have that much money in his possession.

"Well, you're not very good at doing business negotiations, are you? You're turning down a chance to earn money," Chuck responded indifferently towards his threat.

"How dare you throw out these insults!" the manager scoffed in anger and incredulity.

"So what if I did?" Chuck looked at him and said calmly.

"Snap!"

With a snap of his fingers, the manager managed to get more than a dozen security guards to gather around them.

"Take him to the basement," the manager ordered.

The security guards glared at Chuck unwaveringly. Chuck merely sent them a sparing look and uttered, "Fine. Let's continue our conversation there then."

Eventually, he was brought to the basement.

"Look at his attitude! Come now, break his legs!" the manager ordered the guards.

With steel pipes in their hands, Chuck was instantly surrounded by them. He reiterated, "Hold on. I only came down with you to talk. I don't want to fight,"

The manager sneered, "Talk? Please, do you think you're worthy enough to do that? Get him!"

"If that's the case, let's fight!" Chuck bellowed as the guards started to charge at him.

Chuck kicked an oncoming man in the stomach hard.

"Ouch!" the man exclaimed as he flew from the powerful kick. Chuck managed to snatch the steel pipe he had dropped and proceeded to fight the others.

Three minutes later, Chuck and the manager were the only ones standing. The other ten bodyguards were all lying motionless on the ground.

Chuck had been trained in combat. With a steel pipe in hand, he was undefeatable!

Nobody could defend themselves against his punches.

Then, Chuck started to walk towards the manager, touching his shoulder gently with one end of the steel pipe. The manager had managed to remain calm despite the frown on his face and taunted, "I admit that you do have some impressive tricks up your sleeves. However, it's all useless. Do you have the guts to hit me?"

No way this punk was going to hit him. He wouldn't dare hit the manager of the Allen family's hotel.

Hitting him was equivalent to insulting the Allen family, so he didn't think Chuck would do it.

"Tell your Young Master to come down here. I'll buy the hotel from him," Chuck ordered.