Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 138 Deliberately Rear-Ending a Love Rival

Chapter 138: Chapter 138 Deliberately Rear-Ending a Love Rival

Kane, holding a large bouquet of red roses and dressed in a light blue suit, captivated the passing girls with his handsome and noble image, causing them to scream incessantly.

When he saw his sweetheart coming out, he held the roses in one hand and spread his arms, smiling and shouting, "Hey, surprised? I’m back!"

In the West, hugging and giving pecks on the cheek when meeting are perfectly normal.

Amelia Garcia smiled and threw herself into his embrace, and the two instinctively pressed their faces close, kissing each other’s cheeks.

"Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back? I would have picked you up at the airport!"

"No need, no need, I’m a man, why should a girl pick me up?"

Kane replied with a smile, releasing her and then handing over the roses.

"My dear, I want to... officially pursue you. You can refuse, but you cannot... stop my determination."

Kane’s Chinese was choppy, but his sincerity was overflowing.

Passing young girls gasped again and even took out their cell phones to take pictures.

This scene was also captured from across the street by President Hart, who had been waiting quietly in his car for a long time.

Amelia looked at the red roses in front of her and then at Kane’s earnest eyes, her face slightly stiffening with embarrassment.

This...

She suddenly wondered if her own son had set her up.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?

Noah had just asked her a few days ago what she thought of Kane, and today the guy had dropped from the sky and publicly pursued her with flowers.

Seeing onlookers on the roadside, she managed a smile and accepted the bouquet, whispering, "Let’s talk about it when we get back, there are too many people here."

Seeing her shy and demure look as she lowered her eyes, Kane felt even more stirred up, his heart racing more than the flowers.

"Alright, let’s get in the car."

He turned around and opened the door of the Porsche, nodding gentlemanly as he watched her.

Though Amelia was no longer young, the scene before her made her heart flutter with excitement.

Once inside the car, Kane said pitifully, "I came to pick you up right after I landed, and I haven’t had dinner yet; would you join me for a meal?"

Amelia checked the time; it was already nine o’clock.

"Alright, I’ll call Snow."

On the phone, Snow Fitch had only spoken a few words before Noah grabbed the phone, "Mom, don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on my brother from being naughty. You go have a good date with Kane!"

Amelia, feeling awkward, fiddled with her other ear and hemmed and hawed, intentionally covering her son’s voice, afraid that Kane would hear.

After she hung up the phone, Kane looked back at her, "Where shall we eat?"

Though it was somewhat late, life in the city center was just getting started.

Amelia casually searched for nearby restaurants and found one with a good reputation, then brought up the directions on the navigation.

Kane, pleased, happily drove toward the destination.

Neither of them noticed that not far from their vehicle, another luxury car followed stealthily like a lurking beast.

Christopher Hart controlled the steering wheel with one hand, while the other lazily rested on the window sill, thumb rubbing against his chin, eyes fixated sharply and coldly on the car in front.

The image of their intimate kiss in the square was still fresh in his sight.

Though he had long been aware of their relationship, witnessing it with his own eyes was infuriating, as if jabbed by a sharp point.

Newly reunited, were they in a hurry to go do something?

The thought of his once exclusive treasure under the weight of a hairy foreign man made the sharpness in his heart even more painful; his fingers clenched uncontrollably around the steering wheel, turning his knuckles terrifyingly white.

Ha, the more eager you two are, the more I’ll frustrate your desires!

A sinister smile curled at the corners of his mouth, as he sat up slowly, the hand from the window returning to the steering wheel, then his expression darkened and he pressed the accelerator continuously with force.

The car suddenly accelerated, like a beast that had been lying in wait, lunging at the prey it had coveted for so long—

A loud "bang" shattered the peaceful festive night.

Two luxury cars spectacularly rear-ended each other on the wide, flat road.

Inside the Porsche, both Kane and Amelia Garcia were jolted forward and then pulled back by inertia, their insides nearly shifting places.

Still shaken, they looked at each other and their first words were, "Are you okay?"

"I’m fine."

Once they confirmed the other was unhurt, they turned to look back at their car, speechless and furious!

"We’ve been rear-ended. Stay put; I’ll go take a look," Kane instructed in English after unbuckling his seatbelt and pushing the door open.

But how could Amelia Garcia let him handle the accident alone when they couldn’t even speak the language? She hurriedly followed him out of the car.

However, before she reached the rear of the car, her eyes caught sight of the person exiting the driver’s side of the responsible vehicle—her eyes widened in shock, and her expression turned icy.

Christopher... Christopher Hart?!

Kane, seeing the familiar face of the other driver, was also startled and subconsciously turned to look at Amelia Garcia.

They exchanged a guarded and complex gaze.

As they approached, before they could speak, Christopher Hart took the lead, "It’s you? Can’t handle a Chinese car with a foreign driver’s license?"

In the instant Amelia Garcia saw him, countless questions welled up in her shocked mind.

Was this deliberate?

Had he been waiting for this?

Did he witness what had just occurred?

Her initial uncertainties became certainties upon hearing his words.

On such a wide road, it was clear he had rear-ended the car in front of him, yet he had the nerve to accuse others of driving improperly.

This was clearly provocation!

Kane, infuriated upon hearing this, turned an angry shade and was about to argue when Amelia Garcia quickly stepped forward to block him, pulling him behind her.

"Why are you here?" she asked directly, facing the man whose expression was filled with mockery.

Christopher Hart, with one hand in his pocket, glanced at the street scene before returning his gaze and replied with a faint smile, "Is this road yours? Am I not allowed here?"

"..." Amelia Garcia, hearing his evasive answer, could not be bothered to respond. She took a deep breath and looked at the point of impact between the two cars, "What’s your plan for dealing with this?"

Christopher Hart also looked at where the two cars had "kissed."

His Bentley’s front seemed to have no damage, but the Porsche’s rear, the point of impact, was clearly dented in.

"Is the car yours?" he asked.

Amelia Garcia was taken aback, not really knowing where the car came from, and subconsciously looked back at Kane.

The solidly built foreigner spread his hands, "A friend’s."

"So what do we do? It won’t be easy to explain to your friend, right?" she frowned, discussing in a low voice.

Before Kane could respond, Christopher Hart’s mocking tone drifted over again, "A big man hiding behind a woman, how brave."

Amelia Garcia’s lips tightened and she retorted without turning her head, "What does it have to do with you?"

But Kane couldn’t bear the provocation and immediately pulled Amelia Garcia behind him again, "Mr. Hart, this accident is clearly your fault. Go through insurance; you’ll compensate according to how you should."

Christopher Hart, who clearly understood English, deliberately played dumb, "We’re in River City! Speak Chinese! I don’t understand your gibberish."

"Christopher Hart, you—" Amelia Garcia flared up in an instant, stepping out again from behind Kane, "You clearly did it on purpose! Are you sick in the head?"

"Miss Norton, which eye of yours saw that I did it intentionally? Slander is something you have to be responsible for."