My Billionaire Mom
Chapter 409

Since the manager had laid it out like that, Chuck did not bother trying to keep a low profile and started to say, "My friend is having a party here. We won't be leaving until the party has officially ended." Zelda's father was holding a company party. It would be absurd to kick everyone out so suddenly.

It was unacceptable.

"It's not up to you. Young Master Allen issued the order for you all to leave," the manager said, his tone indifferent. He thought this situation was ridiculous. Who was Chuck? How could he be so bold? "Well, I don't care. I stand by what I said. I won't leave until the party ends," Chuck said firmly.

The manager frowned and inquired once more, "Is this your final decision?"

"It is," Chuck confirmed.

"Then, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. If everyone doesn't leave immediately, I'll call security here to throw each and every one of you out," the manager threatened. He didn't want to waste any more time here with this punk.

"Do you even know whose property this is?" he continued to ask.

"I do," Chuck replied.

"Then, you should be clear on where you stand. The Allen family are not people a person like you can deal with willy-nilly. You'll suffer if you continue pushing it. You don't know who you're messing with!" the manager snarled.

When he was about to leave, Chuck unexpectedly spared him a smile.

Seeing this, the manager frowned and warned, "Do you want to get into trouble?"

He thought Chuck was definitely trying to stir up some trouble.

"Tell me your price," Chuck stated abruptly.

"What do you mean? What price?" the manager said as his face contorted into one of confusion. What was he talking about?

"The hotel. How much does it cost? I'll buy it," Chuck replied boldly.

This was a five-star hotel and it was located in a prime spot which was good for business. Chuck thought that he could get Karen to send him the money to buy this hotel as it did seem to be a good investment Hotel Luna was valued at about 4 billion dollars which should be similar to this one. He thought that 3.5 billion dollars should be enough to lock it down.

After all, this hotel was clearly not as impressive as Hotel Luna.

The manager laughed at him when he heard this. He then taunted, "What are you talking about? Are you kidding me?"

He was amused by Chuck's initiative to purchase the hotel, a five-star hotel at that! Its boss was from the Allen family! Who would dare buy anything from them?

This kid really didn't know his limits!

"I don't gain anything by joking now, do I? Go ask your boss. How much is he willing to sell it for? I'll take it," Chuck demanded.

The manager's face darkened and he started to yell, "Do you even understand what you're proposing right now? If Young Master Allen were here, you'd have a broken arm by now!"

Chuck's arm would definitely have been broken by Landon. The act of buying this hotel would be a direct insult to the Allen family. It wasn't like they were short of money! Tens of millions of dollars was nothing to them.

What was more, Chuck was dressed so poorly. The manager doubted this punk could have that much money in his possession.

"Well, you're not very good at doing business negotiations, are you? You're turning down a chance to earn money," Chuck responded indifferently towards his threat.

"How dare you throw out these insults!" the manager scoffed in anger and incredulity.

"So what if I did?" Chuck looked at him and said calmly.

"Snap!"

With a snap of his fingers, the manager managed to get more than a dozen security guards to gather around them.

"Take him to the basement," the manager ordered.

The security guards glared at Chuck unwaveringly. Chuck merely sent them a sparing look and uttered, "Fine. Let's continue our conversation there then." Eventually, he was brought to the basement.

"Look at his attitude! Come now, break his legs!" the manager ordered the guards.

With steel pipes in their hands, Chuck was instantly surrounded by them. He reiterated, "Hold on. I only came down with you to talk. I don't want to fight," The manager sneered, "Talk? Please, do you think you're worthy enough to do that? Get him!"

"If that's the case, let's fight!" Chuck bellowed as the guards started to charge at him.

Chuck kicked an oncoming man in the stomach hard.

"Ouch!" the man exclaimed as he flew from the powerful kick. Chuck managed to snatch the steel pipe he had dropped and proceeded to fight the others.

Three minutes later, Chuck and the manager were the only ones standing. The other ten bodyguards were all lying motionless on the ground.

Chuck had been trained in combat. With a steel pipe in hand, he was undefeatable!

Nobody could defend themselves against his punches.

Then, Chuck started to walk towards the manager, touching his shoulder gently with one end of the steel pipe. The manager had managed to remain calm despite the frown on his face and taunted, "I admit that you do have some impressive tricks up your sleeves. However, it's all useless. Do you have the guts to hit me?"

No way this punk was going to hit him. He wouldn't dare hit the manager of the Allen family's hotel.

Hitting him was equivalent to insulting the Allen family, so he didn't think Chuck would do it.

"Tell your Young Master to come down here. I'll buy the hotel from him," Chuck ordered.

"That is just plain ridiculous, you br*t! How dare you... Ah!!" The manager's voice was cut off and his body swayed as he was struck by the steel pipe. His face had turned pale in an instant.

"Tell your Young Master to come down. Do you hear me?" Chuck repeated more aggressively this time. He was not in the mood to wait around any more.

"You're looking for trouble, you know?" the manager roared in pain.

How could he fail such an easy task? He was just supposed to remove everyone from the party.

"Slap!"

Chuck slapped the manager's face. He didn't care about what the manager said. Disobey his order? Slap! End of the question.

The manager was confused when the sting came. He had never been hit in his lifetime.

Chuck merely looked at him silently. He didn't want to waste any more time. He pointed the steel pipe at the manager's hand and threatened, "Are you going to call him or not?"

"Okay, okay! I'll call him!" the manager yelped, terrified. He felt that if he fought with Chuck, he would lose his hand.

He quickly took out his mobile phone and called Landon. "Good," Chuck said.

The call got through soon enough.

"How is it going?" Landon asked impatiently.

"Young Master, we've run into a little bit of a problem..." the manager trailed off.

"What problem? Why are you so useless?" Landon roared from the other end.

"It's just... there's someone here that wants to buy the hotel!" the manager stuttered out.

"Buy the hotel? You're kidding!" Landon laughed on the other side.

"Young Master, he wants you to come and discuss with him regarding this matter," the manager supplied weakly.

"Discuss? There's no need. Get people to take him to the basement and cripple him!" Landon instructed.

He hung up the phone immediately after that.

The manager was stunned by that. Chuck, on the other hand, decided to throw a kick at the manager, causing the latter to yelp in pain.

"Come on then, let's fight!"

Hearing this, the manager hurriedly dialed Landon's number again. When it got through, Landon's sneer could be heard from over the phone as he muttered, "You really want to get fired, don't you? How dare you keep bothering me!"

"I'm sorry, Young Master, but he's in the basement. He had beaten all of us," the manager explained hurriedly.

"Oh?" Landon uttered in surprise.

"Young Master, please come down. It won't take long. He just wants to talk to you," the manager insisted.

"How interesting. Alright then, get someone else to deal with him first, I'm a bit occupied right now. I'll come down when I'm available," Landon said.

Landon chuckled at what he had just heard. Was this a joke? Someone was actually bold enough to buy his hotel...

How foolish was this person?

"Wait, Young Master. Please, I am at his mercy," the manager pleaded.

"What? So, is he beside you now?" Landon frowned. This person sounded pretty capable. He had managed to beat up more than ten people at once and had even proposed to buy his hotel.

"Yes, he's right by my side. He's asking for the price," the manager continued.

"Do you think I'd ever sell it? Tell him not to stir up trouble. I can kill him in more ways than one!" Landon threatened.

Landon's eyes narrowed into a vicious glare as he spoke.

"How much do you want? Give me a price," Chuck suddenly spoke out loud.

Landon frowned when he heard his voice. The voice sounded a little familiar...

Then, his eyes lit up in recognition.

It sounded like Chuck! That garbage he had just met in the parking lot!

"You want to buy my hotel?" Landon mocked. This was interesting. Chuck didn't want to be kicked out and so he had devised such a horrible plan. But Landon had to give it to him, he was quite good at fighting. He had managed to beat up more than a dozen security guards at once.

"I do. State your price," Chuck replied.

"You sure are quite good at pretending to be well off. Do you really know how much do five-star hotels cost?" Landon asked.

"My mother owns one actually. They're worth about three to four billion dollars," Chuck answered straight away.

"Haha! Did you just say your mother has one? What nonsense! Haha!" Landon burst out laughing at that. Was this fool stupid? Almost 80% of the five-star hotels in the country were owned by the Four Greatest Households. Who was this punk to declare such nonsense?

"Tell me how much you're willing to sell your hotel. I'll buy it," Chuck said again.

"What's the point? You won't be able to afford it anyway! I'll let you in a bit though, the land alone costs about 2 billion dollars. What do you think now? Are you intimidated?" Landon mocked.

"A bit," Chuck admitted. He had thought it would only be about three billion dollars. He didn't expect the land itself to cost that much. With the hotel built on it, wouldn't that mean the whole place would cost six to seven billion dollars?

"You can't even afford two billion! And yet you want to buy my hotel? Just get the hell out!" Landon laughed as he said. He found this fool so ridiculous.

"If I can fork out two billion dollars now, will you sell it to me?" Chuck asked. He thought that it would be a good investment in the long run as long as the business was good.

If he needed another six or seven billion dollars, he could just phone Karen and ask for it. Quite easy.