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Chapter 333 Christopher Hart, you are a freak!

Chapter 333: Chapter 333 Christopher Hart, you are a freak!

Amelia found more and more joy in verbal sparring with a certain someone.

Especially when she managed to win a round—it filled her with pure delight, as if she were rejuvenated and feeling younger!

After successfully exasperating said someone into cutting off the call, she pursed her lips and laughed cheekily to herself.

But after the laughter subsided, she started wondering if she had gone too far—so she picked up her phone again and sent a WhatsApp message to smooth things over.

A slap first, then a date—she seemed to have unlocked the secret to handling him with finesse.

[I’ll head over earlier tomorrow and cook personally. Let me know what you want to eat and send me the menu.]

Moments later, he replied with just one word—

[You.]

She frowned, froze for a second, then grasped his meaning, immediately cursing him as a scoundrel, her cheeks flushing red.

Seriously... Couldn’t he behave himself for once?

Just then, her phone rang. Seeing that it was Kane calling, she temporarily set aside thoughts of a certain someone and answered the call immediately.

"Kane, what’s up?" Kane had stopped speaking Chinese since he decided to let go, and his demeanor had changed quietly over time.

Amelia naturally switched to English, maintaining a polite tone as she spoke, "Kane, sorry to bother you. I wanted to ask—do you know what’s going on with Betty? She arrived in River City, claiming she ran away from home. She contacted me right after getting off the plane."

"Betty?" Kane sounded surprised, clearly in the dark himself. "I haven’t been in touch with her lately, so I’m not sure."

"Oh, alright then..."

"But I can help you inquire and get back to you later."

"That’d be great. Thank you."

Sensing Amelia’s overly polite tone, Kane remarked, "Amelia, there’s no need for thank-yous between us ever."

Amelia smiled faintly while holding the phone, unsure how to respond.

As the end of the workday approached, Amelia still hadn’t decided whether to have dinner with Betty. Then came a call from the store manager: "President Norton, that foreign woman showed up again. She said she’s looking for you."

Amelia immediately realized who it was and reassured him, "Don’t worry, she won’t cause trouble again. Bring her upstairs to me."

"Alright."

It seemed she couldn’t avoid this enigmatic "goddess" after all.

Betty walked in, decked out in Hermes’ latest season collection, her handbag estimated to be worth no less than a million RMB when paired with other accessories. She radiated opulence—hardly resembling a troubled heiress running away from home.

Amelia shut her folder, sat up slightly, and fixed her gaze squarely on Betty. "So, you really came to River City."

Betty appeared relaxed, directly taking the seat opposite Amelia’s desk. "I thought you wouldn’t even see me."

"I wouldn’t dare. What if you wreck my store again? Sure, you can afford to pay for the damages, but my customers would be scared off, and my brand’s reputation would be wrecked."

Betty showed a flicker of remorse. "I’m sorry. I was wrong last time."

"???" Amelia’s face was a portrait of disbelief.

What the heck was this heiress up to?

"Don’t look at me like that, as if I’m conspiring something. I swear, I mean well. When I heard about your plane crash, I was terrified, thinking that you... Thankfully, you’re alright."

"Thanks for your concern."

"So, how about having dinner with me tonight? Help me figure out... how I can make a place for myself here."

"Make a place for yourself?"

"Yes, I want to be like you—stand firm on my own abilities."

Amelia looked at her, genuinely astounded once again.

What could have possibly triggered this kind of motivation in a pampered heiress?

Unable to decline her insistence, and having already informed the family tyrant, Amelia relented and accompanied Betty to dinner.

Betty chose the restaurant, but Amelia quickly stated after sitting down, "Since you came to River City, I should show my hospitality. This meal is on me. Order whatever you like."

"Awesome!" Betty wasn’t shy at all, flipping open the menu, earnestly choosing dishes.

The Michelin restaurant’s servers were fluent in English, making their discussion of the menu effortless.

Amelia’s phone rang—a call from Kane. She glanced at Betty before saying, "Go ahead and finish ordering. I’ll take this call."

"Okay, okay."

Walking a few steps away, Amelia answered the call.

"Amelia, I found out Betty ran away to avoid a marriage. She left without informing her family."

"Ran away from a marriage?" She was stunned. "...Was it with you?"

"Of course not. Betty and I already cleared things up between us."

"Oh, so it was arranged by her family with someone else?"

"Exactly. It’s one of those matches between powerful families, alliances of equals. But she wasn’t into it."

"Alright, got it. She’s here with me right now, having dinner."

Knowing Betty’s personality, Kane, though uninvolved, couldn’t entirely ignore the issue. He hesitated before asking, "Want me to talk to her? Maybe I can convince her to go back so she doesn’t bother you too much."

"No need. As long as she doesn’t mean harm to me, I can handle it."

Returning to the table, Amelia saw Betty had already finished ordering.

Sitting down, Betty immediately asked, "Your assistant got hurt in the plane crash and hasn’t returned to work yet, right?"

"How do you know that?" Amelia put down her phone, looked into Betty’s darting eyes with a slightly guarded tone, "What exactly are you planning?"

Betty didn’t answer outright and instead leaned forward with an eager look, "You don’t have an assistant right now, right? How about I be your assistant?"

Amelia had just lifted her water glass and was grateful she hadn’t started drinking, or she surely would’ve spat it out.

This heiress, draped in millions’ worth of attire, wanted to work as her assistant?

Was she that significant?

"You... You want to work? I’m sure there are plenty of high-profile positions waiting for you elsewhere. Or you could start your own thing with funding from your family—it’s as easy as pie for you. Why bother making things difficult for me?"

"I don’t want to rely on my family. If I lean on them, I’ll have no say and everything will be dictated by them. I’m so sick of it!" Betty’s sudden frustration was accompanied by hand gestures, embodying an indisputably spoiled child.

Connecting Kane’s insights, Amelia immediately grasped the subtext behind Betty’s words.

So, even this heavenly princess born into the halls of Rome had her fair share of grievances.

"I’m serious! Your assistant isn’t here now, so I could fill in, right? No worries. Your field is fashion—I totally have expertise in that area!"

Amelia frowned. "How is it that you know so much about me?"

"Oh, I asked Mr. Palmer about it!"

Benny?

Amelia rolled her eyes internally, "You seem close with him. Why not go work for him then?"

"He’s just an employee too! If I want to learn skills, naturally I’d follow someone like you, someone who built everything from scratch!"

"..." Amelia chuckled dryly. So even Young Master Palmer had moments of being dismissed and belittled.

She couldn’t help but wonder what Benny would make of these remarks.

Regardless of what Betty said, Amelia had no desire to agree, ultimately coming up with numerous excuses to deter her—the imminent return of Shaw, potential communication hurdles, Betty’s unstable personality, her heiress temperament, and the low salary, among others.

But Betty countered every objection.

"When your assistant recovers and returns, I’ll move on to something else. I’m just trying to gain skills here—anything works!"

"I can learn the language! I’ve already started learning Chinese, and I can understand basic conversations!"

"I’m not acting on impulse; this is a deliberate decision. I won’t quit midway."

"I’ll tone down my temperament; I promise!"

"I’m only after professional skills. Salary is irrelevant since my personal savings are enough for years of splurging."

Amelia: "I—I’ll think about it... Let’s eat first; the food’s getting cold otherwise."

After dinner, Amelia drove Betty back to her hotel. On the way home, she called Benny.

After hearing Amelia’s story, Benny chuckled innocently. "She really idolizes you. Why not give her a helping hand? You and she were once rivals in love, but that connection doesn’t exist anymore. Helping her could be seen as a good deed."

Amelia scoffed coldly, "You’re just doing this for revenge!"

"Ha, so you’ve figured it out? I’ve been bullied mercilessly by your man—let me share my misery a little, will you?"

Back at her spacious villa, only Sister Jones was around.

"Miss Norton, now that the kids are staying at Mr. Hart’s place, I feel like I’m not really needed here anymore. Should I—" Sister Jones had been lounging about the house recently with little to do, and therefore felt somewhat guilty about her salary. She wondered whether she should look for other work.

Amelia understood her meaning instantly and replied warmly, "Sister Jones, my work keeps me busy, so I can’t manage to keep up with the house. Stay on and help me look after it. Plus, the kids will visit and stay here again."

"Oh, I see... Alright, then."

After bidding Sister Jones goodbye, Amelia went upstairs to her room.

The rare tranquility allowed her to enjoy a long, luxurious bath followed by a facial mask while she relaxed into the night.

Christopher sent her a video call which, when she answered it, revealed the adorable faces of three children instead.

"Mommy, what’s that on your face?" Hope asked, unfamiliar with facial masks as she didn’t have any young female adults in her family circle.

Ethan immediately piped up, "It’s a face mask! It makes Mommy look even prettier!"

"Really? Then Hope wants one too! Hope wants to be prettier!"

"Sister, you’re already beautiful," Noah chimed in, instantly soothing Hope, who beamed with joy.

Looking at the kids chattering away excitedly without requiring her supervision for basic needs, Amelia felt utterly relaxed.

So this is what they mean by peace and quiet in life.

After chatting with the kids for a while, the screen suddenly shifted, replacing their cheerful little faces with the strikingly handsome, utterly flawless visage of a mature man.

Her heartbeat skipped a beat for a moment, and she nearly had the impulse to duck away.

But upon reconsidering, she thought—why bother hiding?

Three years of marriage had shown him her bare face, her overly shiny skin, and even her least presentable quirks like nose-picking—why should a facial mask faze him?

So, she quickly assumed a calm and collected demeanor. "You haven’t gone to bed yet?"

The man narrowed his eyes at the camera but disregarded her comment, instead asking outright, "You’re not wearing a bra?"

She froze, instinctively glanced down, then hurriedly grasped at her robe collar.

This scoundrel!

She was lying down, and naturally, her robe collar had opened slightly—revealing just a hint of her chest...

"Mind your own business! Why would I wear a bra after bathing in my own home?"

Infuriated to the point her mask nearly fell off.

"Why are you trying to cover up?" Christopher teased, his gaze lingering on her chest with an air of mischief. "Don’t be so stingy. We can’t do anything, but looking is still allowed, isn’t it?"

"Christopher Hart! You’re such a pervert! And the kids are right there!"

"They’ve run off."

"That still doesn’t make it okay!" Unable to continue lying down, Amelia sat up abruptly, holding her phone with one hand and clutching her robe neckline with the other. "Anything else? If not, I’m hanging up—I need to sleep!"

Seeing her petty defensiveness, Christopher lost interest. "You seem to be enjoying yourself, dumping all three kids on me so you can relax at home."

"I’m only trying to help you make up for lost time."

"You’re so smooth-tongued."

"You’re ungrateful." She was clearly letting him savor family time in peace.

"Forget it. I won’t argue with you. You’ve been working hard lately, so sleep tight tonight without worrying about the kids."

Though he was harsh with his words, Christopher cared deeply for her.

Since the plane crash, though she had been undergoing therapy, her sleeping pattern hadn’t recovered. Days packed with work tasks kept her spinning like a top, and she had visibly lost weight—her chin was almost tapering to a point.

If she trusted him enough to leave the kids in his hands, it delighted him secretly.

Given his current state of affairs, there wasn’t much more he could do for her. Letting her sleep soundly was possibly his way of showing love.

"Be sure to come by early tomorrow—you promised to cook personally."

"Got it!"

With the mention of her WhatsApp message earlier that day, an ambiguous smile crossed Christopher’s handsome face again. "Eating you is impossible. If you stay overnight, how about sharing one bed?"

Amelia turned red again, relieved that her facial mask concealed it, and snapped, "Christopher Hart, can’t you ever think about normal things?"

"Nope. Think about how many years I’ve been living like a monk! If there’s anyone who should worry about inappropriate thoughts, it’s you!"

Understanding the underlying meaning behind his words, Amelia grew both embarrassed and annoyed. "Won’t it be better once you’ve lost interest? I don’t see why it’s worth holding onto such attachments!"

Christopher laughed wickedly. "After all these years, you never entertained even a *little* nostalgia? Though I don’t recall much from those years, I imagine... I didn’t do too badly, did I? Surely you’ve missed it a bit?"

"..." Rolling her eyes dramatically, she paused before purposefully provoking him. "Good thing you don’t remember. Otherwise, it’d be mortifying for you to the point of finding a hole to crawl into."

"What do you mean?"

"You had good looks but no stamina—too weak and young to handle much properly. Honestly, it was a relief we were only married for three years. Otherwise..."

Before she could finish, Christopher’s face darkened to the point of looking thunderous.

"You’re lying! That’s impossible!"

"You were the one who brought it up. I didn’t mean to expose you, but since you insisted, don’t blame me for your embarrassment."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Amelia Norton, mark my words—wait till I’m fully recovered, and then we’ll settle this!"

Christopher’s expression turned as dark as coal. He barked out a domineering threat and disconnected abruptly.

Amelia gleefully tossed her phone aside, humming her way to the bathroom to peel off her facial mask and do her skincare routine before heading to sleep. Peaceful oblivion!

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