Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 387: Come Out and Meet Me

Chapter 387: Chapter 387: Come Out and Meet Me

"I didn’t even promise to make a move, what kind of plan are they thinking about?" The man responded indifferently.

Amelia Garcia was surprised, "You didn’t promise? So you’re really planning to let the company be then?"

"Not exactly. I just want them to worry for a few more days. This punishment is already quite lenient for them."

Watching those usually arrogant elders and relatives now being deferent in front of him and flattering before his parents, it certainly adds to the spectacle of the New Year.

He obviously wanted to relish such a good show.

Yet secretly, he had already been pondering strategies.

Financing, leveraging, selling stocks—gathering a significant cash flow in the shortest time possible to seize the secondary market stock share right after the opening of the new year.

But he believed, while he was acting, those at Pinnacle surely wouldn’t sit idle either.

What is worrying is that the market reopens after the new year, becoming a brutal battle, with mutual destruction at the end.

If things take a turn for the worse, Seal-Cloud might have to temporarily suspend trading.

For a public company, this signifies crisis upon crisis, and could additionally stir up immense dissatisfaction among investors, bringing more unfavorable repercussions.

Thinking about these, Christopher Hart felt troubled and disconcerted.

He outwardly professed not to care about losing everything, yet deep down, he hoped to be stronger, to always provide shelter and support to those he loves.

He did not look down on women, nor did he doubt Amelia’s abilities—he simply wished to be a stronger support than Amelia, so when she felt tired, weary, and needed a rest, she could find retreat and support.

Hence, Seal-Cloud couldn’t be acquired.

This battle, he had to win, and win decisively and elegantly.

Not only defeat the external enemies but also take the chance to deal with those unsatisfied traitors within the company and the family!

As Amelia Garcia saw he stopped talking, she guessed he wasn’t in a good mood, so she softly opened up, "Christopher... My abilities are limited and I can’t help you much. But we’ve promised each other we’d no longer deceive each other regardless of what happens in the future. So even if I can’t help, don’t exclude me, speak to me about everything. I may not help solve problems, but at least I can be a good listener, and also... comfort you."

Christopher Hart was indeed depressed before, but hearing those words, his face instantly relaxed and became gentle: "Okay, I’ll listen to the wife."

She blushed, rebuking coquettishly, "What nonsense? Who’s your wife?"

"You, who else could it be?"

"..." Amelia Garcia rolled her eyes over the phone, thinking this guy certainly shouldn’t be shown a pleasant face, else he’d take miles.

"Alright, seeing your mood is better, I should hurry to make dumplings, otherwise the dumpling wrappers will end up messed by them."

"Ah..." The man sighed, complaining, "Why do I feel they weigh more significantly in your heart than me."

"Hmph, now you know!"

Truly speechless, even jealous of his own children!

After hanging up, Amelia Garcia swiftly returned to the dumpling-making group.

Meanwhile, on Christopher Hart’s side, Dunn Hart was quietly waiting a few steps away and approached with a smile as Christopher finished the call, "Christopher, hiding here alone, how boring! They’re playing cards over there, go join them for a while."

Christopher Hart turned to look at this uncle, his face shifting indecisively, silent for a moment before looking away coldly, "Uncle Dunn wants me back at the company for oversight, not impossible, but..."

Dunn Hart’s face changed sharply, both excited and cautious, "Christopher, do you... have any requests? Just say it, as long as uncle can fulfill, he will surely agree."

Christopher Hart awaited these words, a smile flashing across his distinctly structured face: "Since Uncle Dunn is a sensible person, I’ll speak frankly. With the shares I currently hold, there’s no guarantee to surpass Pinnacle. Being family, sharing honor and disgrace, shouldn’t Uncle Dunn show some support?"

Dunn Hart’s face froze, not moving an eye.

After a while, he dryly accompanied with a smile, "Christopher, I... my shares are already meager." And if he handed them over, he’d have no standing in the company...

"Uncle Dunn, I’m not capitalizing on your peril. As long as you show sincerity this time and help the company through its difficulties, I assure you that the Jiahao brothers will continue to hold crucial positions in the company, even after many years when you retire, their positions will remain unchanged."

Christopher Hart understood well that within the family, only this uncle possessed some capability, hence his consistent scheming and unwillingness to relinquish.

Once he was sidelined, deprived of the ability to make waves, the remaining kin and his two dim-witted sons posed no threat whatsoever.

This was a golden opportunity Dunn Hart eagerly presented, how could he let it slip?

Yet Dunn Hart outwardly maintained respect, inwardly gritting his teeth in resentment!

He knew well, Christopher Hart was intentional! Taking advantage to sideline him!

If the company weathered this crisis and resurged, Christopher Hart’s power and status would become even more solid!

Practically making him the sole king of Seal-Cloud Corporation! Holding absolute authority over everything! No one in the Hart Family would dream of shaking him even slightly!

He was displeased!

But what could he do?

The crisis stemmed from him.

If Seal-Cloud couldn’t stand this time and was acquired by Pinnacle, not only would Dunn Hart become the family’s sinner, life working for others afterward wouldn’t be well either!

In comparison, at least Christopher Hart is willing to keep his two sons employed in the company, for the sake of family ties.

"Christopher, this... this is a significant matter. I’d like to go back and discuss it with the kids, and get back to you in a couple of days, is that okay?" Reluctant to let go of the shares and power in his hands, Uncle Dunn found an excuse.

Christopher Hart knew he was stalling for time and was probably pondering other strategies as well, but he didn’t mind and said lightly, "Of course, since I’m not the one who’s anxious."

Hearing this, Uncle Dunn’s expression turned even worse.

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The dumplings made by the kids themselves tasted especially delicious.

The three little ones were stuffed like little frogs, sprawled on the sofa rubbing their bellies.

On the floor, Little Dunham also ate until his belly was round, contentedly wagging his ears, occasionally letting out a couple of yelps at the kids, trying to get them to play.

Ethan waved his hand, "Little Dunham, go play by yourself, I’m too full, need to rest for a bit."

Little Dunham barked a few times, then ran off to have fun on his own.

Although fireworks and firecrackers had long been banned in the city, some people in the suburbs still secretly set off a few strings.

So, there were occasional "bang bang bang" sounds coming from outside.

Amelia knew the kids had eaten too much and needed some exercise, so she called the three little ones to get up, put scarves and hats on them, and took them out for a walk to soak up the New Year atmosphere.

Watching the beautiful fireworks blossoming in the distant sky, Hope excitedly said, "Dad used to set off fireworks for me too, even prettier than these... It’s a pity that this year, Dad can’t be with me for New Year."

After saying this, Hope suddenly turned back, "Mom... what exactly has Dad been so busy with lately? Why can’t he live with us? He doesn’t even come for New Year, does he not want us anymore?"

Amelia squatted down, gently tapped her daughter’s pretty little nose, and took the opportunity to address something that had been on her mind for days, "Dad’s been really busy lately, dealing with work, and also... taking care of a sick Grandma."

"Grandma? You mean that old witch..." she stopped mid-sentence, noticing her mom’s stern gaze, immediately covering her mouth with her small hand, her eyes twinkling, "Sorry, Mom, I forgot again... But, is that Grandma really sick?"

"Yes, she is seriously ill, so Dad needs to take care of her."

Noah and Ethan, initially running far ahead with Little Dunham, saw that Mom and sister hadn’t caught up, so they came back with the dog.

Just in time to hear this conversation.

Amelia took the chance to pull her two sons over and gently coaxed, "Tomorrow is New Year’s Day... you should go visit Grandpa and Grandma, see the sick Grandma, and say some nice words to make her happy."

Noah immediately asked, "Mom, aren’t you going?"

She shook her head, "Mom has things to do tomorrow too. Although Mom’s own mom passed away a long time ago, I should still go visit her."

Noah, being sensitive, understood that Mom’s words were just an excuse but didn’t point it out, nodding obediently, "We’ll do as you say, Mom."

"Good, very good! Let’s go, someone is setting off fireworks over there, let’s go take a look!"

By the artificial lake in the residential area, groups of adults and children gathered. Fireworks from who-knows-where were being swung around, creating a line of brilliant, bright starlight, further adding to the festive atmosphere.

The three little ones ran over happily, and with their strong charm, each quickly got a firework, and played joyfully.

Amelia’s phone kept dinging with noises, all work-related socializing and New Year greetings.

The WhatsApp group chat was almost exploding, with people constantly sending and grabbing red envelopes, lively as ever.

As the boss, she couldn’t be stingy on such a festive day, so she also sent out a few big red envelopes, pushing the red envelope-grabbing atmosphere to a new high!

The kids played until nearly eleven o’clock, so tired that they could barely keep their eyes open, and after washing up, went straight to sleep, soon snoring like little pigs.

Amelia watched the children’s peaceful sleeping faces, feeling incredibly calm inside.

The day was just missing the Master of the house.

She wondered if the next New Year, they could be complete as a family of five, making dumplings together, staying up through the night, and... waiting for the New Year’s bell together.

She was also tired but just didn’t want to sleep.

With half an hour left to the new year, she wanted to send New Year blessings to someone, to her best friend and to her friends right at the start, so she took a bath to refresh herself, sat on the sofa watching the gala and grabbed red envelopes on WhatsApp.

Suddenly, a familiar avatar popped up on the screen.

Excitedly, she quickly clicked open and her smile grew wider and wider.

Not a word, but a large transfer labeled — Happy New Year to the Mom of my kids!

Ha, this guy... still knows how to send red envelopes for New Year.

And the number was rather auspicious—8888.88.

Without hesitation, she accepted the transfer, and the next second, the man’s voice message came: "You accepted the payment so fast, not sleeping yet?"

She replied with a voice message, her tone lazily drawling, "Waiting for the New Year’s bell... besides, aren’t you also still up?"

"Yeah, since you’re up, come out and meet me."