Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 127 Christopher Hart’s Revenge

Chapter 127: Chapter 127 Christopher Hart’s Revenge

Amelia Garcia stared at him without speaking.

For a long while, her gaze shifted to the phone he was holding in his palm.

She speculated, could that call just now have something to do with Lily Garcia?

Had she finally agreed to annul the engagement?

But wasn’t her leg broken?

Wasn’t she trying to extort Christopher Hart to death?

Her mouth moved, and she instinctively wanted to reply "unwilling," but as she was about to speak, she remembered the vicious oath she had just sworn—never to say another word to this thug!

So, with a cold look, she glanced at the man, remained silent, and turned her head away indifferently to continue looking out the window.

Christopher Hart: "..."

The carriage was silent, deathly still.

After a long time, seeing that she had no intention of responding, the man absentmindedly nodded, the side of his handsome face marked with harsh lines from grinding his teeth.

Very well, very well!

This woman... truly didn’t see him in her eyes.

The hateful part was that he couldn’t help but play the clown over and over again.

At the bottom of his heart, he became obstinate.

From now on, if he initiated conversation with her again, he wouldn’t be a man!

The Bentley drove back to the Imperial Garden Villa.

Dumping Amelia Garcia and her luggage off, Christopher Hart didn’t even get out of the car before turning around and leaving.

Standing in the courtyard, watching the receding car, the woman clenched her teeth in anger.

"Mommy~"

A call came from behind her, and she turned to see her little girl in pajamas running towards her happily.

Aunt Harper was chasing after her, unable to keep up.

Startled, she hurried forward, crouching down to catch her daughter.

"You’re still recovering, you can’t run out here, what if you fall?" Amelia Garcia was quite scared.

"It’s okay." The little girl even used the childlike tone, making her speech all the more cute and amusing.

"Mommy, you’ve moved your luggage here, does that mean we’re going to live here from now on?"

Hope looked at the suitcase beside her, full of expectation.

"Uh..." Amelia Garcia turned to look at it, conflicted.

She had been with that bastard the whole way, having had no chance to contact Kane and unaware of how things were going.

If her brothers went back to Zurich with Kane, and she was temporarily alone, it seemed she might stay here...

No no, that wouldn’t work either!

It was inappropriate for them to live together without being properly aligned.

Her mind suddenly cleared, and she touched her daughter’s face, coaxing softly: "Mommy is going on a business trip, so I brought the suitcase."

"Then when will Mommy move in and live with us?"

"That... may not be possible for the time being."

"Is it because you’re divorcing Daddy?"

Hope Hart suddenly blurted out something shocking.

Amelia Garcia was stunned, staring at her daughter with her mouth half-open, not knowing how to respond.

Aunt Harper stood to the side and said softly, "Miss Hope knows about it, she also asked sir."

Is that so?

"Baby..." She looked at her daughter apologetically and gently caressed the little girl’s soft cheek, her smile slightly bitter, "Mommy is sorry... I haven’t been with you as you’ve grown up these past years, you haven’t been able to enjoy mommy’s love."

Hope Hart was understanding and sweetly and obediently said, "It’s okay, it’s not Mommy’s fault, you were sick, and you need to recover well."

"Uh?" Amelia Garcia was taken aback.

"Daddy said, after you gave birth to me, you got sick and couldn’t look after me, so you sent me to Daddy’s."

"He said that?"

"Mmhmm."

Seeing her mother silent and looking strange, Hope asked again, "Is Daddy wrong?"

Amelia Garcia looked at her daughter, her emotions complex once more.

Didn’t Christopher Hart hate her?

Why then was he maintaining such an image of her in front of their daughter?

"Daddy’s right... at that time, Mommy indeed couldn’t take care of you."

"Okay, then has Mommy’s illness completely gone?"

"It has." She smiled.

"That’s great! Now my illness is about to be all gone too, and we’ll both be healthy in the future!"

Seeing her daughter’s innocent smile, Amelia Garcia felt her heart clear up considerably.

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Benny Palmer teased his friend upon seeing him, "You’ve been monopolizing the trending searches recently, are you planning to enter the Entertainment Circle?"

The airport blockade incident, although bodyguards had deleted many photos, the place was too crowded, and there were always leaks.

This sensational news exploded the minute it was released.

Netizens commented en masse that money makes the world go round, indeed living long enough to witness the scenarios from a domineering CEO novel, so exciting and desirable~

Christopher Hart knew about this on the road and had already sent Lucas King to handle it. Hearing his friend’s teasing, he glared with annoyance and went straight to the point, "What about the information you looked up?"

Benny tossed a file over, "Take a look yourself. I must say, Fiona Marshall and her daughter are truly impressive, to think up something like this and even successfully execute it, admirable!"

Christopher Hart’s face darkened, he opened the folder and after a few pages, his expression became even more gloomy.

"That vice president has known Fiona Marshall for many years. You could say Michael Garcia has been wearing a green hat all these years, tsk tsk... pitiful."

Christopher Hart finished reading the dossier, looked up, and asked him, "How soon can we expect results from the people sent to the mountains?"

"It’s hard to say, if all goes well, three to five days, if not, three to five months could be possible. There aren’t even roads to that place, going up and down the mountain depends on stairs, finding someone is not easy."

"Send more people, find him as soon as possible."

Benny looked at him, "In such a rush?"

Christopher Hart remained silent.

Feeling grumpy, he didn’t want to speak, and downed the water from the cup in one gulp.

Benny saw the scratch marks on his face and clicked his tongue in wonder, "What exactly did you do to her to get your face scratched like that?"

Christopher Hart unconsciously touched his face, feeling a sharp pain, and involuntarily frowned, his anger having no outlet.

"Have you tried any of the methods I taught you? I’m telling you, if being tough doesn’t work, try being gentle, don’t be stubborn all the way."

"What tough and gentle! She’s not receptive to either!" Christopher Hart finally spoke, venting his frustration, "I’ve never seen such an ignorant woman!"

Benny laughed unkindly and sighed, "The heavens have opened their eyes, even you, Christopher Hart, has a nemesis."

"..." Fearing he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself, President Hart gathered the documents on the table and strode out with haste.

Benny laughed even more cheerfully.

Back in the car, Christopher Hart hadn’t decided whether to go to the company or find Lily Garcia when his phone rang.

It was the bodyguard assigned to watch Lily calling.

"President Hart, Miss Garcia has been discharged, but... it doesn’t seem like she’s headed towards the Garcia Family."

"Follow her."

"Yes."

After hanging up the phone, the man’s gaze fell back into his hands, his sensual thin lips slowly curling up.

These days, he had often been boosted to the hot searches by Fiona Marshall and her daughter—it was only fair to give back as good as you get.

Now that he had solid evidence in hand, it would be such a waste if he didn’t do something about it.

After making a phone call and giving instructions, he looked forward to seeing how Fiona Marshall and her daughter would cope.