Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 412 My Father and Your Mother Are Old Friends

Chapter 412: Chapter 412 My Father and Your Mother Are Old Friends

But it was only for a moment before she suddenly realized.

She remembered Snow had mentioned that person’s name was... something Smith, like Thomas Smith.

Also with the surname Smith.

And the Rolls-Royce he drove seemed to be the same one Secretary Williams took last time.

It turns out Chairman Smith from Mandrake is his father!

Such a wonderful fate!

Thinking about this, Amelia Garcia quickly turned her head and called urgently and softly, "Snow! What are you standing there dumbfounded for? Come on!"

Snow Fitch stood there in a daze, watching Charles Smith interact with her friend, not knowing what to feel.

It wasn’t until Amelia Garcia called her name that she blinked awake, and suddenly seemed to forget how to walk, awkwardly making her way over slowly.

Charles Smith looked at her, his clear eyes behind the lens slightly startled, obviously taken aback.

Snow Fitch raised her hand slightly, smiling bashfully and reservedly, "Hi... we meet again, do you still remember me?"

Seeing her friend seem to turn into a different person, Amelia Garcia inwardly declared that it was over—clearly, she had genuinely fallen for this man at first sight.

"Of course I remember, your ankle and... tailbone, are they alright now?" The man smiled elegantly, his professional instinct guiding his gaze from Snow Fitch’s feet slowly upward, landing at her hip side.

When Amelia Garcia heard the word "tailbone," she almost couldn’t help but laugh.

Such an embarrassing scene, yet this Doctor Smith remembered—she felt embarrassed for Snow!

Sure enough, Snow Fitch’s face turned beet red, even her ears were flushed, "Thank you for your concern... It’s all fine now, no worries..."

Charles Smith looked at the two beauties before him, equally surprised, "Who would’ve thought... you two were good friends."

"Yes, she went to the hospital last time to visit my son, and ended up meeting you..." Amelia Garcia hadn’t finished her sentence before Snow Fitch quietly tugged at her sleeve, indicating not to continue.

"Um... aren’t you here to discuss business? Let’s go inside quickly." Snow Fitch quickly glanced at the man, tugged Amelia Garcia, and turned around.

"What are you doing?" Amelia Garcia whispered, noticing the blush hadn’t faded from her friend’s cheeks, and smiled ambiguously, "Do you really fancy him? If you do, go for it!"

Snow Fitch pinched her arm, not daring to look back, and whispered, "But I somehow feel... that he’s quite interested in you—"

"You stop with the nonsense, I just said I already have a child!"

"What of it? What if he wants to be a stepfather?"

"..."

Amelia Garcia was left speechless.

So her friend suddenly avoided him because she thought this Doctor Smith liked her?

How is that possible!

She wanted to persuade Snow Fitch properly, but in front of Doctor Smith, it was obviously inappropriate, so she had to drop the topic, take out the keys, open the door to the courtyard, and lead the group inside.

"Doctor Smith, I heard your father is also from the Ancient Town, so he wanted to buy this courtyard, right? To be honest, I’m in urgent need of money now, so feel free to take a look around. If you’re satisfied, I hope we can proceed with the transaction quickly." Amelia Garcia stood in the middle of the courtyard, turned back to the slender and elegant man, and laid it all out plainly from the start.

Charles Smith nodded and spoke with a consistently gentle and moderate tone, "Alright, I’ll take a look around first."

As the homeowner, Amelia Garcia naturally needed to lead the way.

She also wanted to help matchmake Snow Fitch, so she quietly tugged her friend’s hand, but Snow Fitch pulled her hand away.

"What are you doing?" Amelia Garcia asked quietly.

"Why are you?" Snow Fitch countered.

Amelia Garcia pointed her chin toward the man’s back, "Come on! It’s a great opportunity!"

"I’m not going, stop it."

"You—"

The two were tugging back and forth, attracting the attention of the man who had walked a few steps away, who turned back to look at them.

Amelia Garcia had to let go, flash a smile, and follow him, "Doctor Smith, I’ll show you around."

Snow Fitch stood where she was, though she hadn’t followed, her gaze seemed lost on the man, never wavering.

Jacob Garcia, who had been watching for a while, came over and asked, "Miss Fitch, do you like that man?"

"Mind your own business!"

"Tch! Who cares about you! I just don’t think he’s likely to fancy you."

Snow Fitch turned, eyes sharp, "Why? Am I that bad?"

Jacob Garcia rubbed his chin, analyzing, "Firstly, the gap in family background is like night and day, right? Though your Fitch Family has money, compared to the Smith Family in Imperial Capital, the class difference is..."

"Secondly, look at this Doctor Smith’s demeanor, gracious and like jade, a peerless gentleman—he would surely fancy those elegant, graceful, educated ladies from prestigious backgrounds. Yet you..."

Along the way, Jacob Garcia had roughly judged Snow Fitch’s temperament—talkative, straightforward, with a carefree attitude, even a hint of non-mainstream, otaku vibe.

Snow Fitch was always confident and carefree, never considering herself unworthy of anyone.

The reason she suddenly became reserved in front of Charles Smith was that she felt the man seemed a bit "different" toward Amelia and restrained herself until she figured out his situation.

If he already had a family or girlfriend, she would never become a third party.

But now, after Jacob Garcia spoke, it seemed like she wasn’t even worthy to carry that man’s shoes, which displeased her as she delivered a series of playful blows to Jacob Garcia’s head, "You’re mocking me subtly, aren’t you? You a fallen dandy, what gives you the right to criticize me?"

Jacob Garcia shielded his head and dodged, yelling, "You see... you don’t even act like a proper lady, being so bold and wild. People wouldn’t fancy that!"

"Mind your own business! Mind your own business!"

Amelia Garcia took Charles Smith to the wing room, hearing the noise outside, she turned around and frowned slightly.

What were those two up to? Were they going to fight?

Charles Smith looked around, then turned back standing in front of Amelia Garcia: "That’s enough, although the courtyard is a bit rundown, the orientation, layout, and size are quite nice—what price do you want?"

Amelia Garcia was taken aback, "You mean, to buy it?"

"Yes, name a price."

This—

Amelia Garcia was so excited she was at a loss for words, could it be going this smoothly!

Suddenly she became nervous, her hands rubbing together trembling slightly.

On the way over, she had thought about pricing.

A hundred million...

She knew that this price was actually above the market value.

But she was in urgent need of money and could only try her luck.

However, with his straightforward attitude and sincere intentions now, she didn’t want to drive the price too high, lest it seem to take advantage.

"Does Miss Norton have any concerns?"

"Uh..." Amelia Garcia pursed her lips and cleared her throat, "Well, I want to know, what does your father intend to do with this courtyard? Is it for personal use... or to be developed into a tourist attraction?"

—So that she could decide whether to price high...

Charles Smith chuckled, lowered his head to adjust his frameless glasses, "To be honest, I’m not sure either. But my father was an old friend of your mother, and this courtyard is your mother’s hometown, he probably wants to fill a gap in his heart."

What?!

Amelia Garcia’s face was shocked—that prestigious Chairman Smith turned out to be an old friend of her mother?!