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Chapter 38 She Actually Spent the Night with a Jerk

Chapter 38: Chapter 38 She Actually Spent the Night with a Jerk

On the way home, Christopher had called Lucas King, and by the time he arrived at the house, Lucas had already sped over and was waiting in the living room.

"Take this to the hospital, I want to see the results in the shortest possible time."

Initially startled, Lucas didn’t quite catch what his boss was handing him as he stretched out his hand. Moving closer, he asked in confusion, "What is this?"

Christopher’s face turned stern, "Are you blind?!"

Rubbing his eyes, Lucas turned his head and looked carefully, only then noticing that his boss was clutching two strands of hair in his hand.

He was profoundly shocked!

"Is this... the lady’s hair? How... how did you get it?"

"Cut the crap and just go!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I’m on it right now, immediately!" Lucas took no chances, he carefully took the two strands of hair, wrapped them up, and rushed to the hospital.

Watching his assistant leave, Christopher’s heart not only didn’t settle back into place but hung even higher.

Once her identity was confirmed, what should he do next?

For the sake of the child, of course, remarrying was the best option.

But would she be willing to remarry?

And then there was Lily Garcia...

Although he had been cool and distant these years, the Hart and Garcia families had both tacitly approved the marriage, and Lily Garcia had even assumed the role of his fiancée, a fact well known throughout the city’s social circles.

Ending that relationship would be simple, but once he did that, the Hart Family would surely become the target of public criticism.

Words like ungrateful, bridge-burning, inhuman, these venomous terms would likely stick.

Unless Lily Garcia voluntarily backed out and stated she was no longer willing to marry.

But the likelihood of that happening was almost zero.

Patriarch Hart, who usually handled things decisively, faced a thorny situation for the first time, pondering back and forth, unable to find a solution.

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After dinner, Amelia Garcia escorted her colleagues back to their rooms before having a chat alone with Kane.

Christopher’s determined stance made her increasingly uneasy, fearing that her identity might be exposed at any moment.

She needed Kane’s help.

"My suggestion is utterly absurd, and unfair to you. You don’t need to consider my feelings. If you don’t want to agree, just refuse, it’s okay."

Afraid he wouldn’t understand, she explained it to him very clearly in English.

—Just keep things ambiguous enough to make Christopher believe she was "taken," hoping he would back off.

In short, pretend to be a couple.

After listening, Kane was ecstatic, his face was lit up with excitement, "Of course I can! A man who doesn’t appreciate you is a jerk! Don’t worry, I will protect you!"

The blond, blue-eyed foreigner pumped his fist, indignantly raving, "Next time he offends you, call me, I’ll knock his teeth out!"

"..." Amelia glanced at him, frowning.

It seemed that the instinct for men to be impulsive and combative was ingrained in their genes.

"Alright, I’ll definitely call for your help next time. Come on, take a look at these orders quickly, the clients are pressing. There are also some studio affairs that I need to report to you."

Frowning, Kane responded, "Can’t these wait? I still haven’t gotten over my jet lag."

"Yeah, how can you sleep now if you’re jet-lagged? Back in our home country, it’s morning; you should be getting up."

"Oh my God..." The man groaned and clutched his head, "How could I forget, you’re a workaholic, a robot!"

Amelia laughed and took out her business notebook, immediately getting into work mode.

She didn’t say that she had just accidentally learned from Snow Fitch that Monarch International was Palmer Family property, which explained why she had so coincidentally encountered Benny Palmer and Christopher at the hotel that day.

Since that was the case, she felt it necessary to create an illusion that night.

—Make Christopher think she spent the night at the hotel with Kane.

But she couldn’t directly say this to Kane, otherwise, it would be too ambiguous and awkward, so she had to use work as a cover—conveniently, there was indeed a backlog of work that needed to be communicated and collaborated on with Kane.

That night, Amelia worked until 3 a.m. and fell asleep curled up on the couch.

Meanwhile, back at the Imperial Garden Villa, President Hart, lying on a luxurious bed worth millions, suffered from insomnia all night.

The next morning, when his phone rang, he thought it was news from Lucas’s side, but it turned out to be a call from Benny Palmer.

"Hello..."

Young Master Palmer was surprised by the quick pick-up, "Answering so quickly, have you been guarding the phone?"

"Speak if you have something to say!"

"Heh, indeed, it’s something, and not good news."

The stern-faced man, pressing down on the slender fingers at the corner of his eye, suddenly paused, his eyes opening wide, shot through with bloodshot veins.

"What do you mean?"

"Last night, you left in a huff after a falling out with Lily Garcia. I forgot to tell you, your ex-wife and her group of foreign friends all stayed at Monarch International."

Benny Palmer told half the story, purposely stopping mid-sentence.

Sure enough, President Hart couldn’t wait, "And then what?"

"Then..." Young Master Palmer drew out the tone, sighing, "Ah... then I had the manager keep an eye out, and he just told me, your girl’s mom entered that foreigner’s room last night, all night... and just moments ago, she left yawning."

Benny Palmer let his words settle, and for a long while, the other end was silent.

"Christopher?"

"Christopher?"

"Christoph...tu-tu-tu..."

Young Master Palmer looked at the disconnected call, muttering under his breath, "Really lacks manners!"

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Amelia had just entered her home and hadn’t yet had the chance to go upstairs to see her son when her phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID, her weary face suddenly tightened, and her eyebrows knitted together.

Early in the morning, that guy was calling...

It seemed her "decoy" had worked, and there really were Palmer’s "spies" planted in the hotel.

She deliberately waited for quite a while before answering the call, "Hello, good morning."

"You wouldn’t not know who I am, right?" The man’s tone was aggressive and straight to the point.

Amelia didn’t beat around the bush, "Mr. Hart, good morning, what’s up?"

What’s up?

Hearing her casual and formal tone, the raging fire in Christopher’s chest suddenly extinguished quite a bit, his rationality returning.

What was he doing?

Even if this woman was Amelia Garcia, this call still seemed utterly absurd.

As Benny Palmer’s words would have it, like a "jealous husband"!

What was there to be jealous of?

He had been eager, back then, to discard this woman with the venomous heart and deceitful nature!

Just a divorced woman!

As if doused with a bucket of cold water, Christopher Hart immediately cooled down, he swallowed the words at the tip of his tongue, his mind racing, coming up with another reason on the fly, "Hope wants to see you, Miss Norton, please come over today."

Amelia was taken aback, her emotions in turmoil, "Mr. Hart, I’m practically a stranger to you. Just because I resemble your deceased ex-wife, you’re ordering me around? Who gave you the right?"

"A stranger? Miss Norton has stayed at my house before, and just yesterday we even shared a kiss—does that make us strangers?"

"..." Amelia clenly gritted her teeth, this old fox.

"I have something I’d like to show Miss Norton, if you think I should personally come to collect you to prove my sincerity, then I can come right now."