Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 37: Obtaining a Hair Sample

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Obtaining a Hair Sample

Amelia Garcia: "..."

"Snow Fitch is really capable, I underestimated him."

"..."

"So, you’re insisting that I won’t find evidence? Is that why you’re denying everything?"

Amelia still said the same thing: "You’ve got the wrong person."

Their gazes met, and she stood poised, neither servile nor overbearing.

This time, Christopher Hart suddenly found himself at a loss.

He stared at her for a long while, nodding repeatedly in frustration.

"Fine, I got the wrong person, you can go." He suddenly withdrew his hand from the side of her face, stepped back, and let her legs down, making room for her.

"???" Amelia was confused.

Was he really letting her go?

It couldn’t be like last time at the Imperial Garden Villa, could it? Saying "you can go" and then creating massive obstacles the next second.

Suspiciously eying the man again, she tentatively shifted to the side, her back pressed against the wall.

The man remained still, his lips curling up slightly: "What, can’t bear to leave now? Is it because of the kiss we just shared?"

Already flushed and panting, Amelia’s ears burned even more at his teasing.

"Scoundrel!"

With a huff, she dropped two words, then suddenly turned and ran faster than a rabbit, darting out the door.

Christopher Hart slightly turned his head, watching her retreating figure, the corner of his mouth twitching lightly.

He lifted his hand, looking at the two strands of hair between his fingers, gently blew on them, and his smile deepened.

Ha! Wait until he throws out the paternity test, then see how she could deny it!

President Hart looked at the hair, his mind already conjuring up a thousand ways to torment her, to punish her.

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Lily Garcia returned to her seat and, noticing Christopher Hart was gone, immediately asked in confusion, "Hope, where did your dad go?"

The little girl, focused on the food, didn’t even look up as she said, "He’s a grown man, he can go wherever he wants, how would a kid like me be able to control him?"

"..." Lily clenched her fist in frustration. If not for Benny Palmer sitting opposite her, she would have really liked to slap her and knock her teeth out.

What an annoying child!

Like mother, like daughter!

Benny Palmer had been looking at his phone and put it down, looked up and said, "He went to the restroom too, didn’t you see him?"

"Really?" Lily was slightly surprised and explained, "Oh, the women’s restroom on this side had a malfunction in the fire system, it’s under repair, so I went to the second floor."

What a coincidence.

If she hadn’t gone to the second-floor restroom, she wouldn’t have spotted Amelia here too.

Just thinking about her, Lily felt very annoyed, both angry and worried, only wanting to finish eating quickly and leave, not giving that cheap woman a chance to hook up with Christopher.

Seeing his friend hadn’t returned for a long time, Benny guessed what was going on and was curious about what he would do.

Would he just barge into the suite? And then what?

Say this is my ex-wife; you can’t hit on her?

As Young Master Palmer was letting his thoughts run wild, the person across the seat returned and sat down.

He looked up and immediately noticed something, leaning forward.

"What’s wrong with your mouth?"

Because he was so shocked, Benny blurted out without remembering Lily was there.

Christopher Hart looked at him, equally puzzled, "What do you mean?"

While questioning, he reached out and wiped his mouth.

Looking down at his fingers, he frowned.

Lipstick...

He remembered that the woman had always been bare-faced, never wearing such stuff.

But now, mingling daily among all sorts of men and women, dressed all flashy, not to mention wearing heavy makeup, she dressed as if she were selling herself.

Christopher Hart looked at the lipstick on his fingers, displeasure writ all over his face.

Lily Garcia stared at his hand, recognizing instantly what it was, then turned her head to look at his thin lips, her eyes widening in shock and anger.

"Christopher... what were you just doing? Why is there lipstick from another woman on your lips?" she asked angrily.

Facing a typical jerk, in this situation, one would usually weave some lies to appease their fiancée.

But President Hart was arrogantly unapologetic, not a shred of decency left.

Indifferently, he picked up a disinfectant wipe from beside him, wiped his mouth calmly, then looked at his daughter and gently asked, "Did you eat well? Ready to go?"

Ignoring her, Lily Garcia became even more enraged, "Christopher, I’m talking to you! Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?"

Benny Palmer looked around, saw people watching, and whispered a reminder, "You two should stop arguing here, we might make the headlines tomorrow."

Hope Hart set down her utensils and crisply said, "Daddy, I’m done eating, let’s go!"

"Yes," the man wiped his daughter’s mouth and then picked her up effortlessly, "Let’s head home."

But Lily Garcia wasn’t ready to let go.

She had endured enough these days!

She kept making concessions, staying low, turning a blind eye to many things, trying to appear as generous and tolerant as possible.

But her patience wasn’t so he could take further liberties, grinding her dignity into the ground!

At this moment, enduring up until he even kissed another woman and didn’t even intend to explain himself, let alone apologize!

Lily Garcia couldn’t stand it any longer, she lost it!

She stood up, grabbed Christopher Hart’s arm, regardless of how many pairs of eyes were watching, tears swirling in her eyes.

"Christopher, given our relationship, don’t you think you owe me an explanation?"

"I can accept your indifferent attitude, can endure Hope’s hostility towards me, but the very least respect is still required! You’re really going too far!"

Christopher Hart, holding his daughter, couldn’t tug away, but only turned around and looked at her, his gaze as cold and sharp as a blade.

"You saw it all, what more do you want me to explain? If you want to hear some lies, feel free to tell them to yourself."

Benny Palmer, witnessing this, clicked his tongue in amazement.

Such a scoundrel, scum with a righteous air, scum so confident, it was almost impressive!

"Lily, don’t do this, a lot of people are watching..." Young Master Palmer quietly reminded, trying to smooth things over again.

"Shut up! Mind your own business!" In her fury, Lily Garcia, fearlessly turned and yelled at Young Master Palmer.

Benny Palmer’s face showed shock, and he gave a resigned, cold laugh and gestured "as you wish".

The Palmer Family might not be top-notch, but in these years, Lily Garcia was the first to dare yell at him.

This kind of woman, not just Christopher Hart wouldn’t care about her, he himself wouldn’t take her even if she were offered free.

Lily Garcia started crying again, stumbling back into her seat, "So... you went to see her, you even kissed... Christopher, you can’t treat me like this, I even lost my health for you..."

Upon hearing this, Christopher Hart felt repulsed.

If it weren’t for the moral shackles binding him these years, he would have clearly drawn the line with this woman long ago.

This favor was like the tight band on Monkey King’s head, and Lily Garcia was like the endlessly nagging Monk Don.

Every time she nagged, it annoyed him just as much.

Unwilling to deal with the woman’s lamenting and self-pity, Christopher Hart, holding his daughter, turned around and left.

He had more important things to deal with, even if the sky were falling down.