Chapter 03

They all knew that Chuck Cannon was a poor man

as he only seemed to wear two different shirts all

year round. Although there was no strange smell,

the clothes were already so faded and torn that they

were simply unsightly.

Someone asked,

"Lara Jean, how much does he

owe you?"

"400 dollars. It's only a day's expenses for me, but

for him, maybe a month? Putting aside how much he

owes me, this kind of person is really disgusting. He

doesn't even deserve to lick my shoes."

Chuck's expression was indifferent. He looked at

Lara and took out 400 dollars from his bag saying,

"I'll return you the money now. I was really grateful

when you were willing to lend me some money when

I was starving, but you just slandered me. Let's call it

even now."

Lara frowned and looked at the 400 dollars in his

hand. She asked coldly,

"Where did you get the

money? Did you steal it or rob it?"

Someone said,

"Let's look at our pockets to see if

we're short of money."

"I earned it myself,

" Chuck said calmly.

"You?" Lara sneered and said,

"Why don't you look

in the mirror before saying something so

outrageous? How can you earn yourself 400 dollars

in the morning? Did you sell your body or

something?"The whole class burst into laughter and said,

"Hahahaha, I'm afraid that this guy is not worth so

much money even if he goes to sell his body."

Seeing as so many students laughed at him in the

classroom, Chuck sighed and sat back in his seat.

"Lara, you should be easier on people."

Lara snorted and put the money away. "Then tell me

what you have done? Answer some of our

questions!"

Chuck frowned for a long time and made up an

excuse. He said casually,

"I picked up the money."

"Oh, lucky eh?" Lara smirked, her malicious tone

showing some envy.

The other students also asked with jealousy,

"Hey,how much did you pick up?"

Many people were interested and asked one after

another,

"Yes, tell me, how much did you pick up?"

Chuck was speechless. He stared back at his

classmates and continued to lie,

"Two thousand."

"What? You actually picked up two thousand? Damn

it, that's my living expenses for more than a month!"

All the students were surprised and envied him very

much. If they had his luck and picked up two

thousand dollars, their lives would be much more

comfortable and easier.

"Hmph, you suck. Picking up other people's money

and claiming them as your own."

"Such a embarrassment for our class!"

When these "classmates" ridiculed Chuck because

of jealousy, Queenie Carson was the only one who

stood up for him in the class.

But Chuck didn't care about such gossip and

rumors, so he just let them talk about it.

After class, Chuck went to Yvette Jordan's staff

room.

Because there was no class in the afternoon, Yvette

was listening to music in the staff room. When she

saw Chuck, her expression soured. "What are you

doing here? Didn't I tell you that you are not allowed

to look for me in between classes?"

Chuck said with a wry smile,

"I just want to tell you that I'm going to move out today."

"You want to move out? Are you kidding?" Yvette

sneered.

Since young, she had grown up with Chuck. Knowing

him like the back of her hand, how could he move

out? Does he want to sleep on the street?

But he had been timid since he was a child, even

insisting to use her as his body pillow when sleeping.

If it weren't for the death of his grandfather, god

knows how much longer she would've have to be

hugged by him to sleep.

Such a person sleeping on the street? He wouldn't

dare to do that even if he had ten times the courage.

"I am not joking with you. I'll move out today."

Chuck said seriously.

"Well, I'd like to see how long you can. Don't come

back begging to me like a dog."

"I won't."

After Chuck finished speaking, he turned around

and left the office.

Yvette stared at his leaving figure thoughtfully. In the

past, no matter how much she scolded him, he

would not dare to talk back. She didn't know what

happened to him today.

All of a sudden, her phone rang. After picking up the

phone, she quickly changed her tone and answered

"Hello, Director Chester, what happened for you to

suddenly call me up like this?"

A middle-aged man's voice could be heard from the

other end of the phone,

"Yvette, I heard that your

training company's business is not good recently. Do

you want me to introduce some business to you?"

Yvette's heart was filled with joy. Her recent business

in the training company could be said to be very

poor. It was already very difficult for her to make any

progress. If she did not show any improvement

again, she was afraid that she would have to close

the company in half a year. She had already lost

more than 100,000 dollars in the past two months. It

was also because of this that she was recently

venting all her anger on Chuck.

After hearing Director Chester's business proposals,

a smile appeared on her face. "Yes, thank you for

taking care of me, Director Chester!"

"Well, room No. 1218 in the Triumph Hotel tonight.

Come over."

"A hotel?" Yvette was a little scared. "Director

Chester, why don't I treat you to a five-star hotel

dinner in the urban area? A hotel..."

"What's wrong? You don't even give me face?"

"No, no... It's just a hotel..."

Instantly, a steeled cold voice was heard from the

phone,

"Hmph, forget it if you don't come. This

business is given by my friend's company as his

employees need to be trained. You should know how

much money you can make from a big company with

50 to 60 people. If you don't come, I won't force you!"

Yvette was very conflicted. She didn't want to go, but

she didn't want to waste this opportunity either. Just

when she had wanted to negotiate, he hung up all of

a sudden.

"If I don't take the deal, I'm afraid that I'll be going

bankrupt."

She decided to take the risk!

After leaving school, she drove home, planning to

simply tidy up and change her clothes. However,

when she just arrived at the door of the house, she

saw Chuck coming out of the house with a suitcase.

The two of them looked at each other. Chuck said,

"Wifey..."

As soon as he spoke, Yvette interrupted him with

disgust,

"Don't call me like that!"

"Yvette, no matter what, you've been taking care of

me for almost a year after grandpa's death, if you..."

Yvette snorted and said,

"What's wrong? Do you

regret it? Do you want me to give you a chance?"

Yvette sneered impatiently.

"No, I mean if you have any difficulties in the future,

you can tell me." Chuck nodded before walking past

Yvette.

After all, he and Yvette had been sleeping in the

same bed for so long. He still had some feelings for

her in his heart.

Yvette was also absent-minded for a moment. She

didn't expect that this man, whom she looked down

upon the most, would say such comforting words

today. It was as though in a trance, she had found

someone to rely upon.

But then, she smiled coldly and said,

"Tell you? What

good would it bring me to tell you? Can you give me

money or bring me some customers? You can't give

me anything and you can't even afford a meal yet you

want me to tell you?"

Chuck shrugged. He still had more than one million

dollars in his hand. Even if it was not enough, he still

had his mother. The money would be transferred to

his account with just a phone call. "If you need

money, I can give it to you."

Yvette feebly waved her hand and sneered,

"You'd

better keep the money for yourself to buy instant

noodles."

Chuck did not defend himself. He left with his suitcase.

Chuck walked with his suitcase for a while. After

inquiring about the hotels nearby, he got on a taxi

and went to the Triumph Hotel.

The magnificent buildings, the glorious decorations,

and the luxurious European interiors shocked him to

his core.

This was the busiest hotel in the city, which cheapest

standard hotel rooms cost at least 800 dollars.

In the past, Chuck did not dare to think that he could

spend in such a place, but now it was different.

When Chuck was about to go in, he saw Yvette's car

swerving in and parking itself in the parking lot.

Chuck was so shocked that he hid aside in a hurry.

"This is a hotel! What is she doing here?" Chuck felt

extremely bitter in his heart. Is his wifey going to

sleep with another man? Although the two of them

didn't get a marriage certificate and it was just

grandpa's arrangement, he felt very uncomfortable

when he thought that the woman he once held in his

arms was going to sleep with others.

After Yvette went in, Chuck took his luggage and

walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard a strange

voice saying,

"Oh my god, who is this? Isn't this

Chuck?"

Chuck turned his head and found Lara strolling in

with her boyfriend, Conrad Lee in her arms. Lara's

face was full of scorn as if Chuck was not qualified to

come to such a high-end hotel.

"Who is this?" Conrad glanced at Chuck and asked

casually.

"Chuck Cannon, my classmate, I'm telling you, this

person picked up two thousand dollars, but he didn't

return it and instead spent it himself. I really admire

this kind of person."

Conrad glanced at Chuck, the corners of his mouth

twitching in sarcasm. "Haha, maybe such a trash

hasn't seen two thousand dollars before."

"Don't talk nonsense with this kind of rubbish. Let's

go in quickly, my dear." Lara held Conrad's arm

tightly in her arms as if she couldn't wait to enter the

hotel.

Chuck frowned slightly and ignored them, dragging his luggage into the hotel.

"A standard room please." Conrad took out his

identity card, and Lara followed suit shyly.

The pretty staff at the front desk checked on the

hotel's database and said,

"I'm sorry, today's

standard room has been fully booked."

"Ah..." Lara's face was full of dissatisfaction and

loss.

Conrad continued to ask,

"How about a larger

room?"

"I'm really sorry." The pretty staff at the front desk

checked again, her tone extremely apologetic. "Only

the presidential suite is currently available."

Conrad probed carefully,

"The presidential suite?

How much is that?"

He said so in an hesitant tone. For them, they would

usually get a standard room that costs a few

hundred dollars every time they got a room. As

students, it was already pretty extravagant for them

to spend a few hundred dollars like this.

"Yes, it's 8888 dollars for the presidential suite."

Conrad shook his head hurriedly. "It's way too

expensive."

"Forget it, let's go find another hotel." Lara muttered

and pulled Conrad out.

But before they went out, they saw Chuck walking to

the front desk.

"This rubbish really thinks that he is rich after picking up 2,000 dollars. Just look at his beggar-looking

clothes? How dare he try to book a room in this kind

of place?" Lara sneered.

Conrad also sneered. He was pretty sure that this

guy had most two thousand dollars on him. He would

definitely be shocked to death once he heard the

price for a night in the presidential suite.

However...

"How's that even possible?" Conrad's mind was

filled with doubt as he watched Chuck walking

towards the elevator with the room card in his hand.

"What's going on? Wasn't there no standard room?"

"How did that trash Chuck Cannon manage to get a

room?"

Lara Jean saw it too, and she became more and

more annoyed. She walked quickly to the front desk

and patted it hard, asking defiantly,

"Hey, didn't you

just say that there was no standard room left? Why

did you let that person book one then? Call your

manager! I'm going to make a complaint that you are

cheating your customers!"

Conrad's face was cold too. After all, he was a VIP

member of this hotel. How could he be fooled by

such a receptionist? He was full of anger. "Hurry up

and call out your manager."

The girl at the front desk was stunned. After a long

pause, she said helplessly,

"You two misunderstood

me. The standard rooms are indeed all fully booked.

The room that the person has booked just now is the

presidential suite."

"How is it possible?" Lara's face changed, before she

retorted hurriedly,

"It's impossible. How can that

broke idiot afford to book a presidential suite?"

The girl at the front desk handed over the receipt

which was issued just now. When the two of them

saw the payment fee, their faces changed

dramatically.

"Could it be that he picked up more than two

thousand? Probably twenty thousand?" Conrad could

only think of such a possibility.

"It's very likely!" Lara was even more jealous. That

broke idiot actually picked up 20,000 dollars! This

was almost her living expenses for one year! What a

stroke of luck!

"He is really good at spending money! Picking up

20,000 dollars and spending half of it lavishly, such a

spendthrift!" Lara was bitter, and her face was full of

discontent.

"Idiots are still idiots. He probably thinks that he is

rich with that little sum of money. 20,000 dollars is

my dad's income for three or four days, but my dad

will never waste it by booking a presidential suite.

How dare a broke idiot like him even spent his slim

stroke of luck like this! Hilarious!" Conrad laughed

disdainfully.

Chuck placed his luggage in his room and went

downstairs to eat. When Lara saw Chuck coming

down from the elevator, she thought of something

and whispered,

"This loser likes to show off right?

Why don't we play around with him for a while?"

Conrad was puzzled. "But how?"

Lara smiled and shouted at Chuck,

"Hey, Chuck!"