Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 565

Chapter 565

Charmine swept her eyes over the flaming-red car and said, “This car is a one-year-old, and the two front tires aren’t aligned as it’s probably driven at great speed. It won’t be long until it’ll have problems driving in a straight line or changing direction.

According to the current market price, this car is worth three million max, but I’ll offer you eight million. Are you sure you’re not selling?”

Eight million? 1

Tristan’s eyes darkened. Was this woman that rich that she was bold enough to make such a pricey offer?

However...

“Unfortunately, my name is Tristan Walker, and I’m not short of cash. I do lack a pretty woman sitting in my car, though. Why don’t you come in? I’ll give you three seconds to consider.”

Tristan placed his hands on the steering wheel as he spoke. Before he started to countdown, Charmine already stretched out her long leg, turned, and went into the car.

If he was unwilling to sell, there was no point arguing with him. It was better to do it quickly.

“Impiana Hotel, thank you.”

Tristan smirked as he ignited his engine and raced away.

Seeing that, Adam instantly took out his phone and phoned Brandon. “Charmine took a ride to Impiana Hotel,” said Adam. “If she doesn’t arrive in ten minutes, call me.”

Charmine leaving with that man made him uneasy.

"Alright,” answered Brandon.

The man raced toward their destination, and it took less than ten minutes for them to reach Impiana Hotel.

Charmine opened the door and gave her name card to the man. “1 owe you one. Contact me if you need anything.”

With that, she turned and walked into the hotel.

Tristan looked at her back and then at the name card. His lips curled upward wickedly.

‘Charmine Jordan? Nice to meet you.’

Impiana Hotel was a grand forest-themed hotel with a beautiful view and amazing attractions for the customers to explore.

Of course, there were no customers, no one exploring the venue. Everyone was instead waiting at the press conference room, and every reporter sat at their tables, debating on the issues at hand.

“Charmine’s returning to the Jordan family, and supporting them wholeheartedly no less?”

“The Jordans hurt her so badly. Why would she support them?”

“Even if she supports them wholeheartedly, the Jordan Group has gone bankrupt. Saving them would be a long road.”

As people in the area murmured and debated among themselves, the Jordans’ special team’s marketing director, Sheena walked to the stage and said through the microphone, “All of your concerns

will be answered by our Director, Charmine Jordan. Kindly ask only related, logical questions.”

After she spoke, Charmine—dressed in a white blouse and black pencil skirt—walked on stage.

Her proportions made her figure very alluring, displaying the energy of a strong and career-oriented woman.

Sheena passed the microphone to Charmine.

After receiving the microphone, Charmine addressed the crowd, “ Hello, everyone. I’m Charmine Jordan, Director of the Jordan Group. Before you ask any question, I’d like to show you a contract.”