My Billionaire Mom novel Chapter 489

"I don't know her."

Cheryl had no idea who the person was. She had never heard of the assassination organization before, let alone even seen Black Rose.

Chuck raised an eyebrow and asked, "Then how did you know?"

"When Frieda sent me those photos, she accidentally sent one that wasn't mine. Here, Mr. Cannon, take a look."

She took out her phone and found the most recent photo she saved before handing it to him.

Chuck glanced at it and was taken aback.

The woman in the photo was Black Rose! What was going on?

Had Frieda been with her all this time?

How was this possible?

Chuck was somewhat baffled as he silently admired Frieda's cunningness. How did she manage to take photos of Black Rose in this state?

He knew for sure that Black Rose couldn't have consented to this. If so, then how did she... It was only then that he noticed some bruises on her skin in the picture.

Did Frieda take these photos when Black Rose was injured and unconscious?

If he shared this photo with Willa and Yvette, both of them would definitely be shocked.

Chuck secretly chuckled to himself. Black Rose, the top assassin, having her photos taken by a woman like Frieda. Simply hilarious.

If she knew about this matter, she would be in definite despair, wouldn't she?

Cheryl was confused by Chuck's sudden glee. What was he smiling about? Was it because the woman in the picture was a foreigner?

It couldn't be. He must have had his fair chance at seeing pretty foreigners since he was so capable.

Maybe Chuck knew her. That was the only reason she could think of.

"Send me this photo first," Chuck requested.

She agreed and sent the photo to him through WhatsApp.

After making sure he had received the photo on his phone, he quickly put the phone away.

Cheryl pleaded, "Mr. Cannon, so... Can I ask you to help me find Frieda, please? I beg you." She had no other alternatives left than to seek for Chuck's help.

Chuck didn't want to meddle with other's business. After all, he was not a saint. He can't possibly help every woman who cried in front of him.

However, the fact that Frieda had this picture of Black Rose was indicative of something. If he could find her, it meant that he could track down Black Rose as well.

Chuck finally understood why the assassin had not appeared recently. Turned out, she was injured.

"Please, help," Cheryl continued to beg, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Chuck reprimanded, "What are you crying for?"

She apologized and forcefully bit back her tears.

She knew that Chuck was someone who could scare her out of her wits. If he didn't help her, she really wouldn't have anyone else to turn to anymore.

If that were the case, she wouldn't be able to fork out such a large sum of money to anyone. That would mean that her photos would be spread no matter what.

"Mr. Cannon, I know I'm forcing your hand here but I'm really desperate right now. If other people were to see my photos..."

Chuck said indifferently, "I've seen them before, you know."

"You... Well, that's okay."

She felt really ashamed but she had no choice since he had already seen them. She bit her lip and stammered, "But... other men might see them too and... Please, I don't want that to happen."

"All right, stop crying! Just wait here!" Chuck said and walked back to the car.

Cheryl nodded quietly and wiped away her tears.

She couldn't believe herself. Why was she crying in front of a man who was eight years younger than her?

Chuck went back over to Willa and Yvette and showed them the photo.

Both of them were taken aback.

"Hubby, where did you get these?" Yvette was flabbergasted. What on earth was happening?

It was a photo of Black Rose!

"Chucky, you..." Willa was surprised. She couldn't fathom how he got his hands on this.

Chuck explained, "Frieda is blackmailing Cheryl with her nudes. However, she must have accidentally sent her this photo of Black Rose too."

The two women looked at each other in dismay.

Both of them knew Frieda. How on earth did she manage all this? It just didn't make sense!

Yvette tried to deduce, "So what now? Are Frieda and Black Rose conspiring together now?"

"That must be the case. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gotten such a photo of her. But how could a woman do this to another woman? This is just despicable!" Willa was at loss, unable to describe what she was feeling now.

She couldn't bear to do such a thing. After all, they were all women. They should be supportive of each other instead of tearing each other down due to envy.

She didn't expect a young girl like Frieda to be so vicious.