CHAPTER 189 - WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

"You own the square?"

The assistant covered his stomach and scoffed, he felt that he had just underestimated the extent of Chuck's thick skin, such shameless words could be said.

"The plaza owner isn't Wilbur Wendel? When I'm deaf? Wilbur Wendel has just admitted that you are just a small manager, and if I say him to fire you, a small manager, who thinks that stepping forward you've bought a building for your boss and you're a big shot? You're nothing more than an obedient dog in my old eyes, what are you shamelessly pretending to be!" The assistant was disdainful, it was really the first time he had seen such a shameless person.

You have to also have someone to believe in you even if you're faking it!

Kristen's eyebrows furrowed as her beautiful eyes stared at Chuck, "Get lost, do you hear me?"

She really didn't want to see the man who was lazing around under her skirt anymore.

Damn, gross! How?

Shame on you!

Chuck looked at her and took out his phone, "There was a missed call just now, I think it was you, right?"

"Still pretending? Calling for a reason to leave, huh? I've seen your kind of pretend routine a lot." The assistant sneered.

Chuck pressed the phone, in less than ten seconds...

The phone rang, extraordinarily noticeable in the quiet parking lot.

Kristen found it particularly jarring, she looked slightly changed, and the assistant was stunned, what was going on? Did he really call?

Kristen stared at the assistant, he was confused and took out his phone, confused, wasn't this number given by the square manager?

"Boss, this is the wrong number she gave, isn't it?" The assistant was confused.

It was definitely the case that the manager just now didn't want to give the boss's number, so she just gave of another manager's, which was this guy's number.

She didn't believe the plaza boss was him!

Kristen took the phone down and stared at Chuck with her beautiful eyes, "It's just a phone call, what makes you make me believe that you are the owner of the square? With that phone call?"

Zabrina wouldn't lie to herself, Wilbur Wendel was the owner of the square, but Zabrina said it herself.

This person in front of her was just a person who was obviously Wilbur Wendel's manager.

How could he be the owner of the square?

She absolutely doesn't believe it!

Chuck hung up the phone, this phone number was extraordinary, it must be the one Kristen had called just now, of course, Chuck could see it at once.

"Don't you believe me? That's okay, you'll soon believe it." Chuck took the elevator up.

"Boss, let's go, this kid is faking it, he deliberately said that and slipped away in fear of losing face." The assistant said, he was even more sure that the reason why Chuck was able to call just now was that the beautiful manager's intentional act.

He also said that he would believe it soon, you've found an excuse to escape, what else can you believe!

Kristen's brow furrowed as she nodded her head after the silence, "Go drive!"

Indeed, she didn't trust the man who peeked under her skirt.

They turned around, but ding!

The elevator door opened and Chuck walked out, holding some sort of document in his hand.

The assistant was startled, still trying to pretend!

"I'll show you once." Chuck handed over the document in her hand, Kristen's eyebrows screwed up, and her beautiful eyes kept staring at Chuck, impatiently opening the document next Looking at it, this is the Plaza Transfer Contract, signed by Harold Wendel and Chuck...

Harold Wendel, Wilbur Wendel… are these father and son?

Kristen was instantly startled, she had a dreamy feeling that this square was really his?

The assistant was also confused, he saw but it was written clearly in black and white Chuck's name, the plaza boss is really him?

Then he's really entitled to have people leave!

"Finished reading? So get out of here right away, I don't welcome you," Chuck brought the contract over.

"What's going on? Isn't the plaza owner Wilbur Wendel?" Kristen still didn't believe that this square she really liked, if the owner of the square was him...

"It's simple, Wilbur Wendel wants to pick up Zabrina, so I'll cooperate with him," Chuck said.

Kristen's face was especially ugly, it was really him!

"Why don't you get out of here? Do I have to tell someone to blow you away?" Chuck looked at Kristen

"Since you're the owner, I'll acquire this place, so you make a price!" Kristen said she didn't want to give up the place, not to mention, didn't want to be blown out!

Be the boss of the place yourself!

"Not for sale!" Chuck shook his head, was he just kidding, why would he sell it? He just made up a little bit himself, it would be easy to make big money later, he would not be cheap at this Kristen.

But a little Chuck still appreciated her, that is, this woman's eyes are good!

"Why shouldn't you sell it?" The assistant was annoyed.

"Just because I'm the owner of the place!" Chuck was calm.

The assistant was speechless, not knowing how to refute at all.

"One billion, you agree that I will transfer the money to you now." Kristen's tone was unquestionable, one billion, which was already a lot more than the value of your current square.

"Are you sick." Chuck didn't bother to pay attention to her.

"1.2 billion!" Kristen gritted her teeth, this man, she must make him regret it!

"If you like having them sold so much, why don't you go sell yourself?" Chuck said.

Pop!

Kristen angrily raised her hand to slap Chuck, but how could Chuck let a woman beat him up? The eye grabbed her wrist.

"Let go of your fucking hand!" The assistant snapped, this is when the heroes get.

Chuck looked at him and without saying a word, he lifted his leg and kicked it out, the assistant covered his stomach and the assistant screamed.

"What do you want? Let me go!" Kristen's eyes were like a mother panther, full of danger.

"Go sell yourself! Some people like old women like you." Chuck said.

"You're shameless!"

"Get the fuck out of here!" Chuck let go, Kristen grunted and fell to the ground, her rounded hip bone hit the ground, a mess, Kristen's eyes inside to Spitting fire, she felt her ass hurt from the fall.

"Get out, do you hear me?" Chuck stared at her.

Kristen crawled up from the ground, "Chuck, I remember you, you remember me, I will take this square of yours!"

"I'll sell it to you if you go and sell yourself a few times." Chuck shrugged.

"You shameless bastard!" Kristen was annoyed, she wanted to kill him.

"Whom are you calling an asshole?" Chuck came over and pushed her, how could Kristen withstand a man pushing her? She threw herself on the ground again, her hips hurting even more.

What's the point of keeping a woman like that if you don't hit her?

"Boss." The assistant gritted her teeth and climbed up, running over to help Kristen up, Kristen raised his hand and threw out a slap, "Straw man, where are you touching? ?"

The assistant covered his cheeks, there was resentment in his eyes, he just intentionally wanted to touch it, but he was found out... because all he could think about was Kristen's buttocks.

Kristen stared at Chuck, "I remember everything about today, you are ready to get out of here!"

She limped to her car and opened the door to do it in, she couldn't do it because her hip hurt too much.

The assistant gritted her teeth and went to drive, taking Kristen away.

Chuck shrugs, you want me to roll? Well, I'll see how you'll buy my square, and when mom buys your company, see what you're still dragging.

"Honey, you're in the parking lot, let's go home together... You, what's that in your hand?" Behind her, it was Yvette's voice, she was a little confused as she saw the four words City Plaza on the information in Chuck's hand.

Chuck was shocked and was busy putting away the plaza contract in his hand, "Nothing."

"Ok." Yvette came over, this should be the information for Chuck's part-time job in this square, "Honey, let's go home."

"Good." Chuck got into Yvette's car and put the documents away, so she couldn't see them for now.

The two of them left......

"What are your plans now, boss!" The assistant whispered.

"Take me to the hospital," Kristen snapped.

"Hospital?"

"Deaf?"

"Good, good."

Soon the assistant took Kristen to the nearest hospital, Kristen asked the assistant to wait in the car, and she went to the doctor herself.

An hour later, Kristen stood and waited for news, she just checked, and she had to put medicine on her hip to do it, she fell three times in a row, and she felt that the bones are injured, and medicine must be applied because to Kristen, this part of her body, the part she is most proud of, there must not be anything going wrong!

The doctor came in with the test results, "Kristen? Ok, you banged your hip, slight redness and swelling, the hip bone is fine, apply medicine and you'll be fine in a few days, now take off your clothes and I'll help you apply medicine."

Kristen snapped in annoyance, taking the results out to buy medicine. How can she let a male doctor rub it in with her?