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Chapter 255: He’s Like This Yet Still So Overbearing and Dominant!

Chapter 255: Chapter 255: He’s Like This Yet Still So Overbearing and Dominant!

Amelia Garcia awkwardly lingered at the door for a few seconds before taking a step inside.

Christopher Hart, with sensitive ears, heard her footsteps return and his face showed a faint expectation, though he also didn’t know what to say.

The woman walked in, picked up a document bag next to a thermal container, and cleared her throat, "That... I just forgot the documents and came back to get them. I’m leaving now."

"Mm," Christopher replied, still not saying much.

However, as Amelia turned to walk away, she heard his voice from behind, "Benny Palmer said that you and that foreigner..."

She turned around, not sure what she was feeling inside, she blurted out subconsciously, "We are for work... I’ve been having some troubles at work recently."

Troubles at work?

The awkward expression on his face instantly shifted to concern, "What kind of troubles? Is it serious?"

"Ah..." she sighed lightly, "It’s just that my design has been plagiarized, and moreover, they released their new product before me. Now I have to prove it’s my design... it’s a bit difficult."

Upon hearing this, Christopher’s handsome brow furrowed even more, "Is it because these past days, looking after me has delayed you?"

Amelia was slightly startled.

Was that his first thought?

If they really had to find a "culprit" for this situation, apart from the client who took the secret photos and the shameless competitor—in a way, Christopher too was one of the causes.

If he hadn’t brought Betty to the country, there would never have been an incident where Amelia, unprepared, left her client alone with her design draft as she left in a huff.

But at this point, looking into all that was meaningless.

So many things seemed to be destined by fate, every coincidence occurring unexpectedly, all leading to that one outcome.

"This has nothing to do with you, don’t take the blame upon yourself," Amelia said after a moment of silence, and for some reason, she found herself unusually inclined to comfort him.

But the concern on Christopher’s face didn’t fade.

After a few seconds of silence between them, he asked with concern, "Is there anything I can help with? Even if I can’t show up, I could have Benny Palmer or..."

"No need. With your accident, Seal-Cloud Corporation has been caught in a maelstrom of public opinion these days. They’re all very busy; you shouldn’t add to their tasks."

Because there were so many onlookers on the night of Christopher’s accident, it was impossible to keep it under wraps.

His fall from the building quickly stirred up a huge commotion.

At that time, many media outlets predicted he had no chance of survival, even spreading rumors that his brain had burst and he died on the spot—Seal-Cloud Corporation was immediately cast into turmoil, and the next day when the stock market opened, its stock plummeted.

All the partners, suppliers, including the executives within the corporation, became incredibly anxious.

Although the Hart Family was prosperous, because the incident happened so abruptly, they couldn’t find someone to take charge immediately.

Fortunately, Benny Palmer was always loyal; his good brother was in trouble, and he stepped in without hesitation.

In these days, he and Lucas King not only had to deal with the company’s turbulent affairs but also face challenges and doubts from other members of the Hart family. Every day was indeed tough.

Hearing her say this, Christopher’s face sunk into silence before he said, "Alright then..."

With nothing more to say between them, Amelia turned and continued walking toward the door.

At the doorway, as she was about to close the door, she saw the man lying quietly in the hospital bed—so quiet, so lonely, so deathly still.

Ultimately unable to bear it, she thought of the words she had overheard at the door and suddenly said, "Actually... you shouldn’t have fallen out with your parents because of me. In this world, only the love of parents for their children is always selfless and uncalculating. You’ve hurt their feelings, and one day you will regret it."

Christopher shifted his gaze slightly, looking distantly and vacantly across the room toward the doorway.

Amelia didn’t wait for him to speak. She closed the door and left.

The silence in the patient room deepened, leaving only the man, blind and paralyzed, lying silently.

Christopher looked calmly towards the ceiling, recalling the girl’s appearance in his mind.

He referred to her as "the girl" because his memory was stuck in the time of more than a decade ago—back then, they were childhood sweethearts; she was his Amelia, and he was her Brother Christopher.

In his mind, Amelia was like a breathtaking beauty.

He remembered, being forced by Grandpa to practice calligraphy and, having made some progress, coinciding with Amelia’s birthday, he wrote a piece of calligraphy of Joseph Lee’s "Northern Beauty" as a birthday gift for her.

Her beauty was universally acknowledged.

What attracted him wasn’t just her exquisite beauty.

In his consistent understanding, they had known each other very early on, as close as family, and he had grown accustomed to her presence in his life and studies.

Not seeing her for even one day made him feel as though something was missing, as if the day wasn’t complete.

He had never imagined the wife of his lifetime to be anyone other than Amelia.

But Benny Palmer had said that in the end, they had become complete strangers, harboring resentment towards each other, marrying and then divorcing...

Christopher Hart couldn’t figure it out. Although he doted on his sister, he would never lose his sense of right and wrong.

Why didn’t he trust Amelia at the time?

How could he have done something to break her heart and let her down?

Benny also mentioned that for the three years of their marriage, he had continually punished Amelia with cold violence, until one day she couldn’t bear it anymore and initiated the divorce.

Without hesitation, he immediately processed the divorce with her.

Christopher struggled to remember, desperately wanting to know what other terrible things he might have done.

But as soon as he tried to think, the veins and nerves in his brain felt as though they were being stretched and tormented, the pain unbearable.

Could he ever recall those events in this lifetime?

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"Amelia, the lawyer says the evidence we currently have is not enough; even though the surveillance cameras show that the woman with the last name Zhao did pick up her phone near the computer, it doesn’t prove she took photos. We need a clear confession from her," Kane conveyed the latest feedback from the legal team to Amelia Garcia.

"I know, I’ve already contacted her, but she says she’s abroad at the moment and won’t be back anytime soon," Amelia said, feeling a headache coming on.

Shaw snorted coldly, "I think she’s fleeing because of guilt. Why else would it be such a coincidence?"

"Maybe..."

Amelia also knew that the woman was deliberately avoiding her, but what could she do?

"Our new product launch is next month, and this design is part of it. If Tia can’t release a statement admitting to the plagiarism, then we will be at a loss for words. It is infuriating to think about—we might even be taken advantage of and suffer damage to our reputation," Shaw said with a stern face, pouting and stomping her foot in anger.

While the three of them were at a loss, Amelia’s phone rang.

Looking at the caller ID, it was Lucas King.

Anticipating something, she excused herself to take a few steps away and answered the call.

"Hello, Lucas King."

"Ma’am, I’ve just left President Hart’s side. He mentioned you’ve encountered some trouble lately. Although we don’t really understand your fashion industry issues, we do have extensive connections! No matter how capable Kane is, it’s not his home turf, and he might not be able to help much."

As expected.

Christopher had talked to Lucas about this matter.

Was this man... still trying to make amends?

"Ma’am?"

"Oh, I’m listening... Uh, please thank President Hart for me, but I can manage for now. There’s no need to trouble you."

"Ma’am, I’m just following orders. And I know that if this isn’t handled well, President Hart will certainly scold me. He’s not looking good these days, and getting angry can only harm his health—it certainly won’t help with recovery..."

Amelia held her forehead with one hand, thinking of that guy with both exasperation and a sense of powerlessness.

Even in that condition, he was still so domineering and assertive!

He left no room for refusal in whatever he wanted to do.

After a moment’s thought, since he insisted on offering help, she reluctantly agreed, "Well... if you insist on helping, then help me find someone. Her name is Olivia Williams, she’s abroad and unwilling to come back. See if there’s a way to get her to return, or... if you can find out her exact address abroad, I can go find her myself."

"Okay, I get it! Ma’am, wait for my news!"

After hanging up the call, Lucas looked towards the silently waiting man on the hospital bed, his expression easing somewhat: "President Hart, the lady asked for help finding someone. I’ll start looking into it right away."

"Mm, go ahead..."