Chapter 10


    Chuck Cannon was very worried. If Yvette Jordan knew that he had bought this car, what would she


    do? He didn''t want her to know now.


    However, Chuck''s worry was obviously unnecessary. Yvette drove very fast. They passed by in a


    sh of light and she did not even look at him at all. It seemed that she never thought that he would


    be able to afford this car. He breathed a sigh of relief and stepped on the gas pedal to speed up.


    Yvette nced at the rearview mirror with a cold look. She was a little confused. "This car is one of


    the top luxury cars in its series, isn''t it? It costs more than two million dors. Whose car is it?"


    She had been living in this area for a long time, and she knew almost all the cars. Someone must''ve


    bought a new car. However, such an extravagant car cost a lot, so who could afford it?


    As she pondered about it, Yvette had already returned to her residential area. She hade back


    to retrieve her cell phone as she realized she forgot to bring it out when she came out just now. Yet,


    she didn''t see Chuck who was supposedly heaving arge bag downstairs. She frowned to herself


    and muttered, "Did he take a taxi and leave so soon?"


    "Still taking a taxi in such a moneycking situation? Hopeless of him." Yvette shook her head


    coldly...


    Chuck drove his BMW to the furniture store. He didn''t want to buy any over-the-top furniture since


    practicality is more important.


    However, others didn''t think so. Driving such an amazing car, the saleswoman had rmended


    the most expensive furniture for Chuck. A bed which cost hundreds of thousands of dors, and a


    sofa that cost around seventy or eighty thousand dors. Chuck sighed. Yes, he had money now,


    but he couldn''t spend it recklessly.


    In the end, Chuck spent 200,000 dors for two beds, a sofa, cab, etc. They were almost done.


    They could be delivered by tomorrow. Chuck took the receipt and walked out of the furniture store,


    but...


    When he went out, he saw his ssmate Queenie Carson, who had a good rtionship with Chuck.


    He still remembered how she defended him thest time when he said he had ''picked up some


    money.'' However, he was slightly frustrated as she had somehow identally scratched his new


    car with her bicycle.


    Queenie was visibly scared that her face turned pale. She had been wiping the scratched area with


    wet tissue while tears welled up in her eyes. But how could the scratch be covered up with tissue?


    Queenie realized this and couldn''t help crying. Her family was very ordinary, but she definitely


    recognized such a popr brand like BMW. She cried because she couldn''t afford to pay for it!


    Chuck couldn''t stand it any longer and hurried over. "Queenie, what are you crying for?"


    When Queenie saw that there was someone she knew, she stood up and cried even more


    anxiously. She couldn''t stop her tears from flowing. "Ah? Chuck, I hit someone''s car. I didn''t notice


    that I identally hit it when I was riding my bicycle. I''ve been trying to remove it with tissue, but I


    can''t. What should I do? What should I do?"


    Seeing Queenie crying so sadly, Chuck couldn''t bear it. He really wanted to say, "It''s okay, this is my


    car."


    However, there would be some trouble if he said so. Queenie would certainly ask him where he got


    the money from. It was not easy to answer. His mother was still abroad and had note back yet.


    "This is a BMW, which is definitely very expensive. It may cost over three hundred thousand dors.


    What should I do?" She was so anxious that she burst into tears.


    Chuck felt helpless. If he told her that the car was worth 2,400,000 dors, she would probably cry


    for a whole day.


    "It''s just a small matter, people won''t notice it. It''s okay. Let''s go," Chuck said.


    "I... no, I have to admit that I have done something wrong. I will pay for it, but I have to pay in


    installments. I will beg the owner of the car to let me do so. Just don''t look for my family..." She bit


    her lip and sobbed with tears in her eyes.


    Chuck stood powerless. Queenie was a good person with principles and virtues. She would


    definitely admit what she had done wrong. But who would she admit to in this situation?


    "Chuck, can you apany me to wait for the owner toe over? I''m afraid to be alone."


    Queenie whispered in a pleading tone.


    "Okay, let''s wait." Chuck smiled and pulled her to sit down on the ground next to him.


    "Thank you."


    "It''s okay."


    "By the way, what are you doing here?"


    "I, I was looking if there''s any part-time job here."


    "Oh..."


    After a moment of silence, Queenie''s thoughts started to drift away. "Will this owner be very fierce?


    What if he wants to beat me up? Will he..."


    "It''s okay." Seeing that Queenie was about to cry again, Chuck hurried tofort her.


    "How I wish the owner of this car was someone I knew! I would be able to ask him to let me pay in


    installments. But now, this is a stranger, I''m afraid he won''t agree..."


    "Yes, he will. Don''t think too much. If you are sincere, others will definitely agree."


    "I hope so..."


    Chuck waited with Queenie until ten o''clock in the evening and the shops nearby were all closed. As


    it was already dark, she was even more afraid. Chuck could only say, "The owner has note


    after a long time. I don''t think he wille. Let''s go back."


    "But..." Queenie thought for a moment and took out a pen and paper from her small backpack. She


    wrote "sorry" on the paper, and notified that she was willing to take responsibility and so on. Finally,


    she left her phone number and carefully stuffed the paper underneath the wiper. Only then did she


    let out a sigh of relief.


    "I hope the owner of the car will call me, I''llpensate for it," She said.


    "Yes." Chuck nodded, but he certainly would not call her. He would ask the saleswoman Charlotte


    Yatester and see how much it cost. He would solve it by himself.


    "Thank you for waiting with me for so long, let me treat you to supper. But I don''t have much money,


    is 50 dors enough for both of us?" Queenie looked at Chuck seriously and said in a small but


    sincere voice.


    "I''ll treat you," Chuck said with a smile.


    "No, you''ve been with me for so long, so I have to treat you. What do you want to eat?"


    "Well, it''s up to you."


    "Then, how about noodles?" Queenie asked.


    Chuck was okay with it, so they went to the nearby noodle restaurant. Chuck was hungry and felt


    much morefortable after eating a bowl of noodles. Queenie was in a better mood, but she was


    still worried. She probably was still thinking about thepensation. Halfway through the meal,


    Chuck received a phone call from Lara Jean, which was unexpected.


    Chuck was not surprised. After all, Lara paid more than 6,000 dors yesterday.


    "Hey, is this Chuck? I''m sorry about what happened yesterday. I''ll treat you to dinner and apologize.


    Are you free now?" Lara asked in a sweet voice.


    Of course, Chuck would not be fooled. "I don''t have time. I have to work part-time tomorrow."


    "Ran out of money so soon?" Lara was full of disdain, but she was even angrier. If he really had no


    money, then what would happen to the six thousand dors she was forced to pay yesterday? She


    definitely couldn''t fill the financial gap in her pocket money, and she absolutely had to find Chuck to


    get it back!


    "Of course."


    "It''s all right. I''ll treat you to dinner. Only the two of us," Lara said.


    Chuck was surprised. Just him and Lara? Indeed, Lara was still very beautiful, with curvy body size


    and sexy fashion sense as well. They were all in the same ss, and it was inevitable that he would


    see something when she bowed her head or bent down. Chuck did not deny that he had seen it


    before. However, he had no interest in such a woman.


    "How about your boyfriend?" Chuck asked.


    "We broke up just yesterday. I''m really sad, can you apany me? Please." Lara sneered.


    Conrad Lee, her boyfriend, held Lara by his side and kept touching her, with a sinister smile on his


    face.


    "Break up? But I really don''t have the time. You can find someone else."


    "It''s alright. It doesn''t matter if you don''t have time tonight. We can meet the day after tomorrow or


    tomorrow. Just let me know the time and I''ll be there."


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    "We will see."


    "Okay, I''m hanging up. But don''t tell others that I broke up with my boyfriend. I''m afraid that they will


    mock me."


    "Okay."


    As she hung up the phone, Lara eximed defeatedly. "I can''t believe he didn''t take the bait!"


    "Why don''t you go and flirt with him tomorrow? Give him a taste of forbidden lust first, and he''ll ask


    you out himself," Conrad thought for a moment and said.


    "Are you crazy? Asking me to flirt with him. How disgusting will it be? I don''t even want to see him,


    and you want me to flirt with him?" Lara was angry.


    "What else can we do? If you don''t flirt with him, he''ll never take the bait! If he doesn''t take the bait,


    who can we ask for the 6,000 dors?"


    "But! Ah, damn Chuck, it''s an advantage for him!" Lara stamped her feet!


    "Well, for 6,000 dors, we can only sacrifice a little," Conrad said and started to y tricks with


    Lara.


    ......


    Chuck and Queenie came out from the noodle shop. All of a sudden Queenie cried out, and Chuck


    asked what happened.


    "It''s 11 o''clock, the dormitory''s gate is closed. What should we do?" Queenie was anxious.


    Chuck used to live with Yvette. He didn''t stay in the dormitory, but he knew that the gates of the


    school''s dormitory were closed at eleven o''clock sharp. It was true that she couldn''t ess to


    dormitory now.


    Chuck didn''t think of this just now. He could only say inadvertently, "Why don''t we get room to sleep


    tonight?"


    It was estimated that the furniture could only be moved to the house tomorrow. Chuck had already


    nned to book a room for today, so he said so on impulse, but... it probably wasn''t something


    decent to be said to girls.


    Would Queenie agree?