Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 133: President Hart Courting Disaster Again

Chapter 133: Chapter 133: President Hart Courting Disaster Again

Christopher Hart seemed to suddenly lose all hope and stopped harassing Amelia Garcia.

Of course, he also prevented her from seeing their daughter.

For nearly half a month, the two of them had no contact at all—as if all the events that had happened before had vanished without a trace.

But Amelia’s heart began to grow noisy.

If she had never seen her daughter, perhaps she could have borne it.

But she had been with the little girl, had tasted that sweet, heartwarming flavor, and now that sweetness had suddenly disappeared from her life, the concern and loss felt much worse than never having had it at all.

And it wasn’t just hard for her alone; even Noah and Ethan, the two brothers, were constantly missing their sister.

She called Snow Fitch to think of a solution, and Shaw was also sitting on the side, the three women sighing long and short breaths, all at a loss.

"If you ask me, just contact him proactively, say a few soft words, he’s probably just holding his breath, men all have their pride. You give him a way out, and he’ll step down," Snow Fitch advised.

Amelia smiled bitterly, "You think I haven’t called? He simply doesn’t pick up."

And it wasn’t just that he wouldn’t pick up calls; she had once driven to the villa, only to be stopped as soon as she entered the private road.

There was no chance to get close to the villa.

She knew Christopher was a man of his word.

The determination he had shown that day, saying that he never wanted to see her again, meant he would truly never give her a chance to meet him again.

Thinking of this, her eyes couldn’t help but sour, and her nose felt unbearably stingy.

Hope hadn’t seen her for so many days, she must be missing her mother terribly and would be crying.

She wondered how he consoled her.

Would he lose his patience and scold their daughter?

Seeing her with a downcast expression, Shaw hesitated for a moment before saying in a low voice, "Actually... if he really could call off the engagement with that woman, then you two... it’s not impossible to reconcile!"

Snow Fitch sighed, "If she were willing to reconcile, would we need to be sitting here thinking of solutions?"

Shaw, young and with modern ideas, saw things more clearly and chuckled, "What’s there to be unwilling about, the guy is handsome, wealthy, and in the prime of life—there’s no losing out for us either way."

Amelia: "..."

Seeing her expression was one of speechlessness, Shaw closed her mouth, not daring to blabber anymore, and then offered her own mobile phone as if to please.

"Otherwise, try calling with a different number?"

Snow Fitch immediately said, "Yes, try it! He won’t know it’s you."

Amelia looked at their encouraging faces, hesitated a moment, and took her assistant’s phone.

That number was already burned into her memory; she pressed the 11 digits unhurriedly, and as she got up and walked away, she put the phone to her ear.

"Beep... beep... beep..."

With each "beep" in her ear, her heart shook, and her nerves tensed further.

After a long "beep," just when she felt that he wouldn’t answer and her hope was slowly falling, the call suddenly connected.

Then the man’s indifferent, deep voice came through.

"Hello."

Amelia’s heartstrings twitched, and suddenly her mind went blank, afraid to speak.

She was afraid that once she made a sound, he would know it was her and immediately hang up.

Both ends were silent, and she tightly controlled even her breathing.

But if she kept silent like this, he would hang up on the other end.

In her haste, she blurted out: "Christopher Hart, it’s me!"

Worried that he would hang up right away, she didn’t wait for the man to respond and hurriedly added, "Don’t hang up! Let me finish speaking."

"Miss Norton, what else is there to talk about between us? Our cooperation was canceled a long time ago, and besides, if you wanted to contact someone, you should be contacting my assistant."

"Christopher, I know you’re angry, but—"

"Beep beep beep..."

Before she could finish her words, the man still hung up the call, without any hesitation.

Amelia Garcia listened to the busy signal in her ear, her heart so tense it was almost suffocating, suddenly deflated.

He was so ruthless!

"No meeting, no even a phone call?"

On the sofa, Snow Fitch and Shaw saw her slowly put down her phone; her slender figure exuded a sense of loss and gloom. Both slumped their shoulders and sighed.

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Christopher Hart’s face was as still as water as he put down his phone and threw it carelessly onto the desk.

Benny Palmer observed his expression, then glanced at the phone he’d tossed aside, understanding the situation.

"She called you?"

Christopher Hart didn’t reply, just looked at him, "Keep talking."

"People are taking the initiative to call you, why are you still giving them the cold shoulder? Isn’t this what you’ve been waiting for?"

"What am I waiting for?" President Hart’s eyebrows knitted together, clearly scornful.

Benny laughed, "Look at you, getting cheap again."

The two were close enough to speak frankly.

"You get conned once and don’t learn your lesson. Now that she’s reaching out to you, you’re playing hard to get again. When she really leaves, I want to see where you can even cry!"

"Are you done?" Christopher Hart was inflamed, extremely impatient, "I asked you to talk serious, skip the unimportant stuff."

Unimportant...

Heh, Benny Palmer laughed to himself and couldn’t be bothered to persuade him any longer.

"Fine, let’s get back to the point. We found him, but he’s seriously ill; it’s impossible to bring him to River City. We can only get the histocompatibility chart. As for the incident back then, he can’t give a clear account; just that he sold a kidney for fifty thousand yuan, and as for who received the kidney, he has no clue."

"Fifty thousand yuan?" Christopher Hart frowned, "No wonder Fiona Marshall and her daughter dared to deceive everyone."

Such a meager price was virtually negligible.

It was almost like getting something for nothing.

And he had offered five billion before, and that idiot Lily Garcia actually refused to annul the marriage contract at all costs.

"Yeah, just fifty thousand yuan; I also think it’s too cheap... Fiona Marshall and her daughter are truly ruthless!"

"Any other evidence?"

"There is. Our people showed him a photo of that deputy director, and he recognized him, saying it was the doctor who performed his kidney removal surgery. He recorded a video, detailing the entire process of selling his kidney."

Benny turned on his phone and handed it to him, "Take a look."

Christopher took the phone and opened the video.

"Christopher, how do you plan to pursue Fiona Marshall and her daughter’s responsibility? I heard that Michael Garcia is suing for divorce, but Fiona and the Marshall Family disagree, still at an impasse. If we expose this issue now, it would undoubtedly be adding insult to injury for Fiona."

Christopher continued to watch the video, remaining silent.

After watching the emaciated man finish describing the whole affair, he finally parted his lips, speaking in a cold tone, "Those who deceive me never end well."

So, what awaited Fiona Marshall and her daughter would definitely be complete ruin and even legal punishment.

He glanced at his watch, it was after four in the afternoon, not too late.

He picked up the phone again and looked up his family’s landline number, dialing out.

"Mom, I—"

"You still know I’m your mom? Do you even consider me your mom?" his sentence was cut off by Emma Carter’s frustrated interruption.

Christopher suppressed his displeasure and continued, "Later, at six o’clock, you and dad... It would be best if you could bring Wendy along to Star Gathering Estate, Building 18, Unit 1203, to witness quite the spectacle."

Emma was confused, "What are we doing there? What spectacle?"

"You’ll know when you get there."

Benny listened to him informing his family and knew the big scene was indeed about to unfold.

After the call, Christopher got up and walked out.

Benny hurried to catch up, "Hey! You don’t mind one more onlooker, do you?"