My Billionaire Mom (Chuck Cannon) novel Chapter 186

"What do you think of this plaza?" The assistant asked confidently behind the wheel.

He just drove Quinn around the plaza. He could see from her expression that she was satisfied.

"Let's go down and look around," Quinn ordered.

The assistant nodded. He went out of the car and opened the door for Quinn. When she stepped down, the assistant's eyes lit up. Quinn had just changed into tight pants, and her leg caught his attention.

The assistant felt hypnotized once he snuck a quick look at her. The evil thoughts in his mind ran wild. He was willing to leave everything in his life behind just to sleep with her once.

The seduction was so fatal because his boss's figure was too tempting to ignore. He was attracted to her like how bees were attracted to flowers.

But the assistant didn't dare to stare at her again. Quinn would have slapped him right away if she caught him. After she came out, he found himself staring at her hip. It's just...

The assistant felt Quinn was the most gorgeous woman, and his desire to snag her became even more extreme.

With those thoughts in his mind, they made their way to the first floor by riding the elevator.

She glanced around and felt the plaza's warm atmosphere. The overall design of the whole building was just ordinary, but the facilities were very user-friendly. She felt invigorated after entering the plaza and assumed its owner had some great talents.

Especially...

"Excuse me, President. Is that a film crew shooting over there?" The assistant saw some ads and posters announcing the ongoing shoot here, and the actress portraying the lead role was Zabrina Yalden.

"That's right. This plaza is making some positive developments." Quinn expressed her desire for the place.

The crew shooting affirmed that the plaza was a great location after it attracted heavy foot traffic despite it being quite late. It could be due to the filming crew or Zabrina's popularity, but it definitely had the potential to become a popular spot with the appropriate attractions.

Quinn was confident of her taste since it managed to bring her the wealth she had today. She was confident that if the plaza could expand and undergo significant developments, its value would be no less than three billion dollars in the future!

Buying this place for just a few hundred million would be an excellent investment.

Quinn made up her mind to buy this place.

Regardless of the owner's decision, Quinn had to obtain this place. If the owner didn't agree, she would just give him more money. If it was worth three billion dollars in the end, paying one billion or 1.5 billion dollars would still earn her a big profit.

She found it unlikely for the owner not to show interest in money.

"Boss, what are we going to do now? Shall we head to the administration office?" asked the assistant.

"Yes. Let's meet with the manager first," Quinn said.

The assistant looked around and discovered the admin office on the fifth floor.

"President Miller, this way please." The assistant led the way.

They took the elevator, and Quinn's eyes kept scrutinizing the plaza. Her observation on every floor confirmed her thoughts. There was an absolute advantage in acquiring this place here!

Soon, they arrived at the office.

"What can I do for you?" Yolanda Lane was shocked when she saw a man and a woman came in. The woman was graceful, and she recognized her handbag was worth over 700 thousand dollars. She knew then that the woman must be rich.

"Where is your boss? President Miller wants to see him," The assistant stepped forward and said.

Quinn looked at Yolanda. This office gave her a good feeling, a clear sign that this manager's ability was not bad. After buying this place, Quinn decided that she would retain this manager. From her perspective, she appreciated beautiful and capable women.

"Well, the owner is not here. What can I do for you?" Yolanda smiled and asked.

Quinn sat down, "How much is your monthly salary?"

"Huh?" Yolanda was taken aback and wondered why this woman was asking her this question.

"Please answer. President Miller is asking you," The assistant urged.

"I earn a little over 10,000 dollars." Yolanda frowned and answered. She did not intend to hide anything since most plaza managers received the same range of wages. This was not a secret in the industry, but Yolanda didn't understand the point of asking the question.

"I'll give you 20,000 dollars," Quinn stated matter-of-factly.

The assistant asked, "Can you give me his phone number?" Yolanda refused vehemently. Chuck had mentioned before that he didn't want others to know he was the plaza owner.

"Don't worry. I just want to ring him up. If you don't give me his number, he will lose the opportunity to know me," Quinn said. She was confident she could seal the deal.

Yolanda hesitated for a moment. This woman had an unusual nature. She couldn't have such confidence without some amounts of money.

Should she give it to her? Maybe Chuck would want to know her? She couldn't really refuse it since it would probably benefit Chuck in some way. After Yolanda paused to consider, she said, "This is my boss's phone number."

The assistant wrote it down. However, no one picked up the call after dialing it. The owner was indeed busy.

"President Miller, there's no answer," The assistant whispered.

Quinn stood up and declared, "He will pick it up sooner or later."

Quinn turned and walked outside but stopped short and spun around. She repeated, "Consider what I have offered you. I will soon become the plaza's owner, and if you work for me, you will have a good future."

"I'm sorry, but I don't have any plans of working for another boss." Yolanda smiled. She knew Chuck had other upcoming projects, so she decided to support him all the way.

"You will regret it," Quinn said faintly and walked out. The assistant taunted, "You'll feel sorry because President Miller is much richer than your boss."

After speaking, he went out. Yolanda smiled weakly. Was that woman very wealthy? She just felt that the woman was ridiculous.

However, she was curious about what Chuck was doing now and why he didn't answer the phone.

On the other hand, the assistant asked, "Boss, should I keep on calling him?"

Quinn shook her head, "No, I already gave him a chance. He'll call back later."

The assistant nodded. Quinn's phone number was not something ordinary people could have access to. Even if the owner of the plaza was a fool, he would have known to call back.

"Let's eat first," Quinn said. Since the plaza was about to become hers soon, she had to try the food there. If it were not delicious, she would promptly ask them to close down and get out of here!

"Okay," The assistant agreed, but when he saw Quinn walk in front of him with her long and beautiful legs... The assistant's heart was filled with even more wicked thoughts. He had to have his way with her soon.