My Billionaire Mom

Everyone in the private room was laughing at Chuck. Matthew had offered to foot the bill, so why would he still pretend to be rich?

"Are you out of your mind? Matthew already agreed to pay the bill, so you can stop faking it. Why are you still putting on a show? Don't force yourself," The manager said scornfully. "Seriously! How can a person be so disgusting?" The other students were full of disdain.

This meal probably cost fifty to sixty thousand dollars. Could he even afford it? He would probably be berated by Yvette when they got back for putting on airs.

"Hubby..." Yvette blurted with a surprised expression. She bit her lip and whispered, "Hubby, I have money in my card. Take mine..."

Yvette knew that Chuck had been wronged. She felt sorry for him, so she decided to pay for the meal.

"It's fine. Take my card." Chuck refused and insisted on paying.

"Are you sure? This meal is worth a little over sixty thousand dollars." The manager frowned as he approached Chuck.

"If he wants to pay the bill, let him do it. It's just a meal anyway, so it probably means nothing to him," Lincoln sneered.

"Yes, if he is as generous as he claims to be, let him pay the bill. Quick, take the card in case he regrets it," Another classmate said on purpose.

Matthew sneered and figured that he was probably faking it.

The manager fetched the card and looked at Chuck playfully, "I'm going to swipe the card, so don't regret it."

He turned around and was about to return the card to Matthew when Chuck interrupted him, "Wait, you're not going to ask me what I want to order? You're so unprofessional." "What? What did you say?" The manager frowned and turned his head. The other students were equally shocked. What did Chuck just say?

What he wanted to order? Did he even know what he was saying?

"You're such an unprofessional manager. I asked you to take my card, but I haven't even ordered anything. How are you going to know how much to charge?" Chuck said calmly.

The manager sneered, "What do you mean? Do you want something else? This meal is already more than sixty thousand dollars, so what else would you like to order? Do you really have so much money?"

"You don't have the right to know how much money I have. I'll like to reorder all the dishes that were served earlier," Chuck said.

Suddenly, there was an uproar in the private room. Everything? That would amount to a total of over 100,000 dollars!

"What kind of game is he playing?"

"I don't know. This boy must be out of his mind, right?"

Everyone discussed among themselves as they blurted sarcastic remarks about Chuck.

Another order? It's not a matter of hundreds or thousands of dollars now. They were talking about 100,000 dollars here!

"Would you like to treat us to more? Fine, as you wish!" The manager mocked. He figured that they had nothing to lose if someone was going to treat them to a good meal.

Matthew was stunned, and the sneer on his face became more obvious. 100,000 dollars? Could Chuck really afford it?"

Did he think he was at the same level as Matthew?

"No, I think you're mistaken. I'm asking you to place a new order for every dish we ordered just now, but I didn't ask you to eat it. Also, I'm not planning to pay for the meal just now. Take my card. I'm paying for what I just ordered." Chuck shook his head.

The manager was fuming, "What do you mean?"

The other students were also a little angry.

Matthew's expression suddenly darkened.

"My wife has already paid for the dishes just now, and you still want me to pay for your meal? What makes you think you have the right to do that?" Chuck said as he glanced at the crowd.

"You!" The manager gritted his teeth, "Are you kidding me?"

"Yeah, what do you mean by that? Just pay for everything if you're going to foot the bill."

There were voices of reproach in the private room, and everyone was looking down on them.

"Why would he order the food and not allow us to eat it?" The class monitor's face turned red with anger.

"You don't understand what I mean? You're not qualified to be a manager. I want to see your boss," Chuck said, stunning Yvette. Watching at his confident expression, her heart pounded faster than ever. "You!" The manager stared at Chuck and roared, "You're looking for trouble, aren't you?"

"I was simply ordering some dishes, so how is that looking for trouble? Do you still want to be a manager here or not?" Chuck taunted as he narrowed his eyes.

The manager's face twitched. Of course he was afraid that his boss would overhear this conversation. He didn't want to bear the consequences. He worked hard for the promotion, and he wasn't going to let anything jeopardise his job.

"Do as he said," Matthew interrupted his thoughts. He stared at Chuck and sneered, thinking, "You're so pretentious. A sixty-thousand dollar meal? I feel so sorry for you."

"Okay, keep faking it!" The manager gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Don't prepare the dishes yet though. Ask the kitchen to start preparing it at 9pm," Chuck ordered.

The manager snorted and went out with the card.

"We're having a lot of fun, aren't we? Let's go to the bar! Since you're so rich, you won't turn me down, will you?" Matthew asked Chuck.

Everyone else stared at Chuck. Their faces were burning hot, as if they had been slapped several times. They felt uncomfortable and angry. "Honey, would you like to go?" Chuck asked with a smile.

"Hubby, I'll go wherever you go," Yvette said in a low voice. She suddenly felt a great sense of security when she saw Chuck's nonchalant behaviour. Her husband had really changed.

"Okay, let's go to the bar!" Chuck agreed. He was ready for a showdown with Matthew.

Matthew sneered.

"But what about the dishes you ordered?" Yvette's heart ached. After all, it was worth several tens of thousands.

"Someone will eat it," Chuck said. He ordered them to start cooking at 9pm so that Yolanda Lane and the other employees could come and enjoy it. After all, they worked hard at the plaza and it was time for a reward.

"I'll just give Yolanda a call. They would definitely come for the food," Chuck thought.

"Hubby, I'll pay for this. I'll transfer the money to you later, okay?" Yvette said softly.

"It's fine." Chuck smiled warmly.

"Alright." Yvette nodded.

Soon, the manager walked into the room with the card in his hand. Everyone glanced at him and was curious if he really swiped Chuck's card.

Lincoln asked, "Did you really charge his card?"

The manager nodded and said, "Yes."

He didn't think that Chuck had enough money on his card at first, but surprisingly the bill went through. However, there was probably not much money in it anymore.

The class monitor and the other students stared at Chuck. Chuck must feel so stressed out now.

Chuck and Matthew both fetched their own cards. Then, Matthew said, "Let's go. I know a pretty decent bar."

Everyone stared at Chuck for a few seconds and went out unhappily. At this moment, the classmate who went to the bathroom returned and asked curiously, "What's wrong?" One of the classmates said, "We're going to a bar."

"Okay, that's good." She followed the other classmates downstairs and felt a little excited since she wasn't the person paying for it. Then, she turned to look at Yvette and secretly scoffed. Chuck and Yvette followed suit. When everyone arrived at the parking lot, the class monitor said, "Matthew, I'll go with you. I haven't been in your Land Rover before."

"Me too! I've never been in a car worth over three million dollars before."

"Me too."

Several classmates gathered around Matthew, and when he unlocked his car, they hurried into the car together. However, how could the car fit more than 20 people? He could only have 3 passengers. "Go with someone else who has a car," Matthew said.

"Walker, I'll take your car." A classmate went to take another student's car.

In the end, the other three people had no choice but to walk impatiently to Yvette's car and said, "Unlock the car, we'll go with you."

Yvette did not refuse. After all, they were all classmates. She unlocked the car, and the three ex-classmates went inside.

The class monitor Lincoln, who was sitting in the Land Rover, smirked, "I thought he would at least drive a Porsche, but he's using only his wife's Benz. He's really a nobody. All the money he just spent probably belonged to Yvette!"

"Are you out of your mind?" Yvette was annoyed.

"No. I just think that if he is really that great, he shouldn't be sitting in a car worth only 300,000 dollars. It doesn't match his profile at all!"

"That's right. He should drive a car worth over a few hundred million dollars!" Someone else chimed in.

"I do own a car like that, but I didn't drive it here today," Chuck said.

"You do?" The class monitor scoffed, "Why didn't you drive it then?"

If he had such a car, he would have driven it today to show off.

"That's right. Drive it here now if you have it. Otherwise, stop talking nonsense!"

Yvette wasn't ashamed of her classmate's public shaming. Instead, she was curious over what her husband said. What did he just say? She remembered that he told her he had a car, but she didn't really know the details of the car he bought.

"What car do you drive?" Matthew chuckled.

"One that is slightly more expensive than yours," Chuck replied.

"What a show off. Do you know how much this car is worth? I was with Matthew when he bought it. It costs more than four million dollars," The class monitor sneered.

"Only four million? Then mine is definitely more expensive than yours," Chuck smirked.