My Billionaire Mom (Chuck Cannon) novel Chapter 139

Chuck had already driven back. He called Yvette but she told him that she was busy and asked him to rest early.

He felt helpless. Wasn't it already close to midnight?

He had no choice but to hang up the phone and sleep.

Chuck got up early in the morning and drove straight to the plaza because Yolanda called to inform him that Yvette was there handing out flyers.

Because of her debt, Yvette was desperate for money.

When he came out of the parking lot and passed by Lara Jean's store, neither Lara nor Charlotte was there. Only two employees were in the store.

Their business was pretty good at this hour.

Lara must have been in school and Charlotte must have been working in the BMW store. The two of them could only come over occasionally. Chuck was too lazy to bother.

Soon, he saw Yvette handing out flyers. When Yvette went to work in the plaza this morning, it was already past nine o'clock. The sun was bright and the weather was hot, which made her all sweaty. She didn't look well, maybe because she did not rest enough last night.

Chuck's heart ached when he saw this. He immediately bought breakfast and walked over.

"Hello, I'm from a training company, our company's..." Yvette handed the flyer to a passerby with a smile on her face.

However, the woman glanced at it and threw it on the ground impatiently. She said disdainfully, "Never heard of it. Must be a useless one..."

After that, she left.

Yvette looked at the stomped flyer on the ground. There were still footprints on it. She sighed, ready to squat down to pick it up.

Despite thinking that she was used to encountering such disrespectful people, she still felt slightly upset.

As soon as she reached out her hand, another person picked up the flyer first. She looked up and found that it was Chuck, who was looking at her with a caring face.

Yvette stood up straight and asked, "How did you get here? You've got a test tomorrow. You should be reviewing!"

"Wifey, eat this." Chuck handed breakfast to her.

"You eat it. I still need to distribute these flyers." Yvette shook her head.

Chuck took away the flyers in Yvette's hand and gave her the breakfast set. She was stunned as he said,

"I'll do it, you should eat first."

Chuck walked to a crowded spot without waiting for her response. He beamed and started distributing leaflets to the crowd one-by-one.

Yvette looked at Chuck then back at the breakfast he had just placed in her hands. She was touched and suddenly smiled to herself as she muttered, "Fool, you bought so much. How can I finish eating all these?"

She felt warmth in her heart. Chuck had always been extremely nice to her. Maybe she didn't need to aim for a rich man and could just settle with him as her loving husband.

Yvette was lost in thought.

After a while, Chuck finished distributing the flyers. He came over and asked, "Wifey, is there any soy milk left? I'm thirsty."

"Yeah..." said Yvette.

She handed him the soy milk but suddenly remembered that she had drunk from it just now. She quickly shook her head and tried to take it back, "Don't drink it, I drank it..."

However, Chuck had already placed his lips against the straw and took a sip. He felt that soy milk was particularly sweet today.

"It smells good," Chuck said.

Yvette blushed. Was this not an indirect kiss? She whispered, "I drank it..."

Chuck did not say anything. He just took another sip and enjoyed it very much.

Yvette's face turned even redder. He was her hubby, so what if he drank it?

"Wifey, do you have any more flyers? I'll continue to distribute them out for you," Chuck said after a while.

"No, you should go to school. The test is tomorrow," Yvette said seriously. There was no need to distribute so many flyers at a time.

"Wifey, aren't you short of money recently?" Chuck asked carefully.

After a moment of silence, Yvette shook her head and said, "No, I'm not. If you're short of money, I can lend you some first."

Chuck sighed. He tried to be more direct, "We've been sleeping in the same bed since young. I'm your hubby, do you understand?"

"I understand, but I'm really not short of money, h-hubby..." Yvette tried to cover up awkwardly.

"I know, the role suits me well," Zabrina countered.

"Suiting you is one thing, but I can't make the decision on my own now," said Erica. "I'll have to discuss it with the production department."

"Then who's the producer of this movie? I'll call them up personally to cast myself in the movie. You'll just have to worry about the remunerations." Zabrina said. If she could win a Best Actress award with this, it would be worth it for her.

After all, some of the shows that Erica had directed managed to reel in many awards.

Erica hesitated and could only give Zabrina the producer's phone number. "Here, this is the number of the producer for my show. But introduce yourself properly, because they won't entertain you if you aren't polite."

Zabrina was shocked. Were they so powerful? Maybe they were just a bit arrogant, as always. She smiled and thanked Erica, then dialed the number.

The call was answered quickly.

"Hello..." it was a man's voice.

Zabrina was surprised. Why was the voice a bit familiar? She hesitated for a moment and said, "Hello, I'm Zabrina Yalden. I would like to play the role of..."

"Zabrina Yalden?" Chuck was surprised. Did Zabrina call him asking for a role? In fact, Chuck had thought of her before but had excluded her because of his dislike towards her.

However, since she knew his number, it was most likely that she had asked the director, Erica Yannic.

"You know me?" Zabrina was amazed. She felt more and more familiar with the voice. Where did she hear it before?

"Yes, I do." Chuck smiled. Yvette, who was driving beside, glanced at him in suspicion.

Chuck's expression immediately returned to normal.

"I like this screenplay of yours very much. I can see myself being the female lead, so..." said Zabrina.

"I'll think about it." Chuck hung up the phone.

On the other side of the phone, Zabrina was astounded. This voice ... She asked queerly, "Director, what's the name of the producer?"

"You can just call him Mr. Cannon," said Erica.

"What? He's the one who invested in this?" Zabrina was speechless. The figure of a person popped up in her mind: it was someone in a Rolls-Royce...