My Billionaire Mom

Chapter 290

"Roger that," the assistant was ready to take action immediately. Yvette did show up, but her appearance was inexplicable and she had hidden herself skillfully.

The assistant felt that catching Yvette could be a tad difficult. After all, Willa's request was not to hurt Yvette at all, therefore, it would be tough.

"Wait," Willa said suddenly.

"What else can I do for you?" The assistant came back again. She had been working by Willa's side for several years. It was the first time for her to see Willa being so indecisive.

"Don't capture her," Willa instructed. She thought it was better not to do that.

The assistant was surprised and said, "Then, she will destroy your properties if we don't capture her." Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Just let her be. Find her and keep an eye on her," Willa's beautiful eyes shifted in thoughts as she spoke.

"Okay. Can I ask you a question?" said the assistant.

Willa nodded, "Go ahead."

The assistant then asked, "You know this woman, don't you?"

"Yes, she is my nephew's girlfriend," Willa smiled slightly and sat down.

Willa's assistant asked again, "Your nephew?"

"Yes, I call him Chucky. He is innocent and adorable. He would often bring me out to have fun, wander around interesting places and eat delicious food," Willa told her with a smile on her face.

The assistant was stunned. Willa had been to many places and eaten many delicious foods, but how could she be so... happy? All just because her nephew did these ordinary things?

The assistant did not understand. She had been by Willa's side for a long time. Willa was usually very quiet. She would smile, but she had never worn one so delighted such as now. The assistant felt that Willa was definitely very happy as she had been away for so long, to the point she had even changed a little.

"Then, you can invite your nephew here to Central City," the assistant suggested an idea. After all, she could tell that Willa was genuinely happy and she most probably liked this nephew very much.

"That cannot do. He has his own business to handle. He is incredibly motivated and is usually very busy. How can I let him come here without any reason?" Willa shook her head and said. She did not want to disturb Chuck.

At the very least, she had to figure out what had happened to Yvette before she went to find Chuck, or ask him to come over. It was better not to bother him for the time being.

Willa pondered about it for a while. She thought that if she could solve Yvette's case, she could bring her back and give Chuck a surprise, presumably... Chuck would be elated.

Willa smiled slightly as she thought about this.

The assistant was surprised. What was Willa thinking? Willa had to have thought of something happy because her smile was so natural and beautiful. However, the assistant did not voice her question.

The assistant understood and said, "Alright, I'll do as you said now."

"Go ahead," Willa dismissed her.

The assistant headed out, but suddenly stopped at the door and brought up, "President Logan, about Master Harry..."

Willa had given the order to monitor Master Harry's movements. They had been following her instruction for nearly a month, but Willa did not give them the next order.

"Well, just continue to monitor him." Willa suddenly wasn't in the mood. She didn't know why, but she wanted some peace.

"Yes, President Logan. Are you going to attend the costume party tomorrow?" the assistant continued to ask. She had to make arrangements if Willa planned to attend. It was a high-end party at Willa's bar, which was held once every three months. Only those with invitations could enter, which meant that they had to be the members.

"No," Willa shook her head. She didn't like to show up in public.

"Okay," the assistant opened the door and went out.

Willa was bored. She put her chin on her hand and stared out of the window, muttering to herself, "It's getting late now. I wonder if Chucky is sleeping... He said that he will come to Central City to find me. When will he come? ...Hmm, Chucky is 19 years old this year, 19 years old... Why is he only 19 years old?"

Willa held her chin and muttered her wandering thoughts.

Chuck slept soundly last night. The quality of Regine's hotel was pretty good, there wasn't any disturbance at night. Chuck got up, did 200 push-ups on the ground, then took a bath. After that, he waited for the call from the stranger.

Chuck felt that something was amiss. He wondered if he should ring Willa since he had already arrived in Central City. Chuck hesitated. "Forget it," he thought. He should not bother her.

Then, Chuck waited until noon, but there was no news yet. He decided to go out for a walk as he also needed to find some food. He went to the front desk and extended his stay in the hotel. Afterwards, he met Regine again when he was on the way out.

Chuck felt as though fate had brought him and this woman together here.

Naturally, Chuck ignored her. Regine snorted softly and asked, "Hey, did you come to Central City to participate in the costume party?"

"What party?" Chuck had never heard of it. He only came here to look for Yvette.

"No? Hmph, do you want to join the party? I have an extra invitation card," Regine snorted again.

"No," Chuck rejected her offer and walked into the noodle restaurant next to the hotel. He planned to eat something simple.

Regine curled her lips and said, "Forget it if you don't want to go. Also, you're so rich, why are you eating only noodles? I don't know whether you are really that low-key or you're putting on a pretense. I have to admit that your acting is good, you genuinely looked like a loser when you were in school."

Regine muttered under her breath as she drove her car out. She did not want to eat noodles, so she went to find her classmates for a food hunt. When she got into her car, she saw that Chuck was already slurping his bowl of noodles hungrily. She sneered, "Besides being rich, this guy looked everything like a loser. Hmph, whatever..."

After Chuck finished eating, he went back to his room to continue waiting. He tried to call the stranger in the afternoon, but his call wasn't picked up. In the evening, there was finally a message. It read, "Go and attend the costume party at the Mongoose Smog Bar. You will see Yvette there."

A costume party? What kind of party is that? Was it the one Regine had mentioned earlier that day?

Chuck was in a predicament. He knew that this kind of party would require an invitation to enter. Should he call Auntie Logan for a favor? What should he say? Wouldn't he be troubling Auntie Logan again?"

Chuck murmured, "Forget it. I'll think about it when I get to the bar." At this moment, Chuck was wearing ordinary clothing. He contemplated for a while whether to buy some new clothes that were more appropriate to attend the party. In the end, he came to the conclusion there was no need as everyone would dress simply to a party. Besides, the bar would be dimly lit. Who would notice his clothes?

After that, Chuck ventured out. Considering that there would be nothing for him to eat in the bar, he went to the restaurant next door for another bowl of noodles before hailing a cab to his destination.

When Chuck arrived at the bar, he was utterly stunned. The bar was so huge that it was akin to a palace. Who was the owner of the bar? Then, Chuck reached the entrance where there was a security check. Only those with the golden invitation cards could enter. Chuck presumed that a bar this large would be membership-based.

Chuck wanted to enter and try to see if he could get a member card and receive an invitation.

"Didn't you say that you don't want to attend? What are you doing here?" Regine's voice came from behind. Chuck turned around and saw Regine, who seemed a little unhappy. She had a few male and female friends with her. Based on their clothing and accessories, it was obvious that they were all rich people and shared similar family backgrounds with Regine.

Chuck was a little embarrassed. How would he know?

"Do you want an invitation card? I can give one to you," Regine pursed her lips and said.

"Who is this person?" asked a friend who came with Regine. Chuck's outfit was too ordinary, and the fact that he needed someone to give him an invitation card made her friends feel disdainful. What was he doing here? To go in to take photos and show off to his friends?

Regine replied, "My classmate."

Another friend of hers questioned, "Classmate? Didn't you say that none of your classmates has the invitation? Is that why you're giving him one?"

"Don't look down on him, he is filthy rich. Maybe he doesn't have an invitation card because it's his first time here," Regine pointed out to her friends. She thought that Chuck was too good at acting. He was obviously very rich but had always acted like he was poor. How could he stand to eat cheap food every day? Oh my God!

After she graduated, she wouldn't even eat any food that cost below 300 dollars. How could Chuck, who was richer than her, not be bothered by that?

"He is rich? I can't tell," her friend remarked.

"Yes, neither can I. He doesn't even have an invitation card. How can he possibly be rich?" Regine's friend shook his head and expressed his opinion.

"You guys better believe it. I also didn't believe it at first, but he is seriously wealthy," Regine explained.

A few friends then urged her, "Alright, fine. We believe that he's rich, okay? Let's go in now. Don't waste time!"

Regine curled her lips and asked Chuck again, "Hey, do you want it or not? It is going to be wasted anyway. I'd better give it to you."

Regine stuck the invitation card into Chuck's hand and entered the bar with her friends.

"Regine, since you said that he is rich, you should ask him to pay!" Of course, Regine's friend did not believe that Chuck was wealthy. His appearance didn't look anywhere near like a rich person. He didn't even have any fashion sense and was a far cry from being loaded.

Regine snorted in response, "No way. I don't want his money. He is so arrogant just because he is richer than my family. He even scolded me last time!"

She then turned her head to look at Chuck.

"Really? I can't believe that such a person exists. That's annoying. Don't give him the invitation card. How dare he scolded you? I'll demand it back for you. It's better to throw it away than to give him the invitation card!" One of Regine's friend said unhappily.