Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 261: Begging Dad for a Woman

Chapter 261: Chapter 261: Begging Dad for a Woman

"What? Kane can’t partner with you anymore? You need to find a new partner?" Snow Fitch heard this and was surprised and excited as she enthusiastically patted her chest, "Me! I can do it! But... how many shares does he hold?"

Miss Fitch smiled awkwardly and chuckled, "Hehe, I’m afraid my little treasury isn’t enough."

Amelia Garcia looked at her best friend, took a moment to ponder, and then spoke the truth, "Snow... actually, I wanted to ask you to invest. But with investments, nobody can guarantee huge profits... I’m afraid of losing your money."

After being "summoned" by the Countess, Amelia began to address the matter immediately.

She calculated all her assets and found that they weren’t enough to buy back the one-third share Kane held.

Taking out a loan or finding financing was complex and would probably take some time.

She thought about it and felt that it would be better to bring in a new partner.

However, since she hadn’t been back in the country for long, she didn’t know any reliable business magnates, so she talked to her close friend about it.

Deep down, she also thought Snow would be a good choice.

But this matter involved both opportunity and risk. She couldn’t just ask her directly; if the business suffered later on, causing her friend to lose money, it would be like repaying kindness with ingratitude.

Unexpectedly, Snow trusted her so much.

"Lost money? Your brand has been doing so well, and now it’s gaining popularity domestically. Wasn’t the last product launch especially successful? Besides, I believe in your abilities. You’ll surely lead it to greater success!"

Amelia felt less confident.

"Actually, I’m not skilled in business management. When partnering with Kane, I was mainly responsible for product design, and he handled all other business aspects."

That being so, the Countess’s words seemed not so wrong after all.

She did gain quite an advantage over Kane.

"That’s okay, you can learn! You’re so smart and capable, there’ll definitely be no issues!"

Amelia listened to her friend’s words and smiled, but her heart was still filled with unresolved worries.

Snow noticed her heavy thoughts and asked with concern, "You’re worried about more than just the partner issue, right? Are you upset about Kane leaving?"

She shook her head, saying lightly, "Actually, I feel relieved that he could leave. After all, I couldn’t give him what he wanted; dragging it out would have been too much. But seeing him so dejected today, and the way he was angrily confronting his family..."

Back then, Amelia didn’t hesitate much before she agreed to the Countess’s suggestion.

Since she was agreeable, the Countess didn’t make it too tough for her and told Kane to join the team and head back to the country immediately.

The transfer of shares was left entirely in the hands of lawyers.

Kane, naturally, was reluctant, leading to another conflict.

"I’ve known Kane for so many years, always seeing him elegant and calm, a gentlemanly demeanor. Today was the first time I’ve seen him lose his temper."

Snow sighed, "He really is lovestruck, isn’t he? Silently by your side for four or five years, and then for it to end this way, It’s indeed a bit..."

"It’s me who let him down."

"That’s not necessary. Matters of the heart are voluntary; it’s not like you forced him."

"That sounds a bit heartless. I did take advantage of him. If I had been more decisive, we might have clarified boundaries a long time ago."

Snow saw her growing more remorseful and patted her hand to comfort her, "Come on, we’re all adults here, and all choices are our own. You shouldn’t feel this way. Let’s continue discussing the shares. How much are Kane’s shares worth when you cash them out?"

Amelia hesitated, then looked at her friend, "... over two hundred million."

"What? Over two hundred million?" Snow was shocked and slapped her forehead, "Then it’s over... even if I drained my treasury, it wouldn’t even be enough for a fraction..."

Amelia laughed, "You’re quite wealthy, aren’t you? Little rich girl!"

"Stop it. Compared to you, I’m far behind!"

Snow was keen on the idea, "What do you think? Over two hundred million is definitely beyond me, but I really want to join. Can you allocate me a portion? As for the rest..."

"The rest, help me look for someone, see if there’s anyone willing to invest and take shares. I’ll also ask around."

Among her clients were many officials and nobles; maybe with a bit of luck, she could find someone willing to invest.

Snow glanced at her, "You really are looking far and wide! Two hundred million plus, and if you ask Christopher Hart, he’d sort it out in minutes."

"I knew you’d say that," Amelia stated earnestly, "No matter how rich he is, that’s his business, not mine. I don’t want to leave Kane and then rely on him, as if my only talent is to latch onto men."

Snow pouted as if it made perfect sense, "Having a man willingly spend on you is also a skill!"

"That sounds... like I’m a Fox Spirit," specializing in seducing men.

"Hehe, you’re even prettier than a Fox Spirit," Snow smiled and then frowned in query, "What if it’s treated as a loan? Is that also not acceptable?"

"That won’t do." She feared Christopher Hart wouldn’t even want her to repay him.

She didn’t want money to become the reason they got entangled again.

"This time, I definitely want to take the company forward on my own strength."

Snow understood her character and did not persuade her further, just nodded, "Okay! Then I’ll help you ask around and let you know if there’s any news."

"Okay."

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For the first time since the incident, Christopher Hart took the initiative to call home, asking his father, George Hart, to come to the hospital.

"Christopher...he actually asked you to go to the hospital?" Emma Carter was so surprised that her mouth nearly hung open as she repeatedly asked, "Are you sure you didn’t hear wrong?"

"No." George Hart put on his coat in a rush, heading out the door, worried if something else had happened to his son.

Emma was momentarily stunned before coming back to her senses and hurried after him. "Wait for me! I’ll go with you."

"Aren’t you waiting for the soup in the kitchen?"

"Let’s not bother with that, he never drinks it anyway!"

The couple rushed to the hospital at top speed. Upon entering the room, they found their son neither critically ill nor in a frenzy. He was just lying there calmly and honestly, looking up at the ceiling.

Hearing footsteps, he slightly turned his head, "looking" toward where his parents stood, and got straight to the point, "Dad, there’s a favor I need to ask of you."

Emma and George Hart were both taken aback.

So... he called them over in such a hurry just to ask for a favor?

Relieved to see his son was fine, George Hart’s mood soured upon hearing the request, huffing coldly, "I was wondering why you’d think to call home out of the blue, turns out you need something!"

Emma slapped him lightly in annoyance. "What kind of thing is that to say? You’re father and son. It’s only right for him to ask for your help in his current state, isn’t it?"

George glanced at his son, "He’s been self-reliant for a long time. What could he possibly need my help with? If he’s asking now, it must be a really thorny problem."

Ignoring her husband, Emma walked over to the bedside and asked gently, "Christopher, what exactly is the matter?"

Christopher Hart inquired, "Dad, you’re golf buddies with Matthew Taylor of the Great River Group, right? I remember you two get along well."

George raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Yes, what about it?"

"Matthew Taylor has a mistress, Olivia Williams. She secretly photographed Amelia’s design work. For some reason, those photos ended up with Amelia’s competitors, and they even launched a new product line first."

"Amelia had planned to include that jewelry set in her new collection launch, but now the plagiarists have beaten her to it. They’re preparing to handle this legally, but the woman who took the photos is avoiding everyone and refuses to testify."

Listening, Emma’s expression darkened, transitioning from initial mild curiosity to icy displeasure.

"So it’s about Amelia Garcia in the end! You’ve got some nerve, asking your dad to step in for her sake," she said, her attitude shifting sharply.

Christopher remained unfazed, continuing, "If nothing had happened to me, I could have spoken to President Taylor myself, but now..."

"Now you better not think about anything else and just focus on your surgery. That Amelia Garcia, really! I was wondering why she was so eager to bring you soup. Turns out it was all to bewitch you! Even in your current state, she still expects you to help solve her problems!"

"It wasn’t her idea. I only learned about this after sending Lucas King to investigate."

"Is that so?"

"Mom, when will you let go of your prejudice against her? She’s always tried to distance herself from me, afraid of owing me even the slightest favor. I would rather she come to me with her problems than treat me as a complete stranger."

Upon hearing his son’s defeated words, Emma was even more infuriated.

"You’re completely bewitched!" She spat out angrily, standing to leave, "Let’s go back. Don’t bother with him anymore! I’m so angry!"

George looked at his son, not refusing to help, but the thought of assisting Amelia made him feel somewhat choked up.

As they were being pulled to the door by his wife, a voice came from behind.

"Dad, consider it a favor I owe you. Please, for the sake of the children, could you talk to President Taylor? It’s just a small request for you."

George halted in his tracks and turned around. "You haven’t humbled yourself before me in many years, and now for the sake of a woman, you’re willing to!"

Christopher pressed his lips together, offering no response.

"I’ll help you, but you must agree to a condition."

Christopher voiced out, "If your condition is for me to cut ties with her, forget it."

George: "..."

Look at that! He hadn’t even said a word, and it was already thrown back in his face!

Emma grew even angrier, echoing her husband’s sentiment, "Forget it then! Figure it out yourself. If you can’t help, she deserves her bad luck!"

As they turned to leave once more, Christopher spoke up again, "I won’t be able to calmly go into surgery if this issue isn’t resolved. You both know my condition; the doctor said that if—"

"Are you threatening me?!" George interrupted, his eyebrows furrowed and blood pressure rising uncontrollably!

What kind of son had he raised?

It was as if he was just here to collect debts!

"No, I’m just telling the truth."

Amelia’s troubles seemed more important than his own, and if he couldn’t resolve them, his mind wouldn’t be at ease; naturally, he couldn’t go into surgery with a stable mood.

Emma’s eyes reddened with anger. She was tempted to just walk away and let this rebellious son fend for himself.

But when it came down to it... he was still her own child.

What parents wouldn’t want their children to be well?

The elderly couple brooded for a while, and although Emma spoke harshly, her heart softened. Silently, she tugged at her husband’s sleeve.

George gritted his teeth in frustration, gave a resigned shake of his head, and took out his phone.

Right there in front of his son, he made the call.