Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 413: Giving You 1 Hour

Chapter 413: Chapter 413: Giving You 1 Hour

"You... You said your father knew my mother?"

"Yes. Originally, when my father learned you wanted to sell this courtyard house, he intended to negotiate with you personally. But he’s stuck abroad and can’t return, so he sent me to discuss it first. When he returns, he might want to meet you himself."

Amelia’s mind was a bit foggy.

Her mother had passed away many years ago, yet suddenly an old acquaintance emerged, someone so prestigious and influential.

Moreover, it seemed their relationship back then was quite deep—otherwise, why would he want to buy her mother’s former residence to ’make up for the regret in his heart’?

Amelia took a moment to process, then said, "Earlier this year, your father’s secretary came to see me, saying he wanted to buy this house. But this house is significant to me too, and I hadn’t considered selling it..."

"Then why are you in such a hurry to sell now? Is it related to the crisis Mr. Hart’s company is currently facing?"

Amelia looked at him, her eyes revealing surprise and suspicion.

Charles Smith chuckled, "Even though I just started working in River City this year, the news was really sensational; it’s hard not to know."

Amelia lowered her eyelids, momentarily unsure of what to say.

Indeed... Now the entire city is waiting to see how Seal-Cloud will handle the situation, waiting to see if Christopher can turn the tide—who is unaware of this?

After a brief silence, she nodded, "Yes... It is indeed related to the predicament my husband is facing."

In front of outsiders, Amelia simply admitted her relationship with Christopher Hart.

If Snow indeed had motives, Amelia hoped the repeated hints would deter Charles.

"Your husband?" Charles, of course, furrowed his brows slightly, "Are you married? As far as I know, you don’t seem to be..."

She smiled, looking at him, speaking frankly, "We were ex-husband and ex-wife. Although I changed my name, the fact cannot be altered. We have three children, which ties us inseparably. Now, it’s just a matter of formalities and procedures."

Charles nodded slowly, indicating understanding, just about to speak when Amelia’s phone rang.

She took out her phone and felt a sudden pang.

"I need to take this call. Feel free to look around," she barely finished her sentence before turning away hurriedly.

Because the call was from Christopher.

Holding the phone, looking at the time in the upper right corner of the screen, Amelia felt a turmoil of emotions.

It’s two o’clock; he must be waiting at the civil affairs bureau.

And she... was destined not to make it.

What to do, what to do, answer or not answer?

Focusing on the phone screen hesitantly for a good while, she steeled herself, swiped the screen, and smiled, "Hello..."

The tone was gentle, brimming with uneasy flattery.

At this moment, Christopher sat in the civil affairs bureau, his face betraying no emotion but lacking warmth.

Upon hearing the woman’s sweet greeting, he coldly asked, "Where are you?"

"I..." Amelia hesitated, then pretended to be enlightened, "Ah! I forgot to tell you, I have some unfinished business here and might be late."

"Really? How late?" He seemed to see right through her but played along.

"Um... maybe two hours?"

"Are you sure you’ll be here in two hours?"

"Uh—" Amelia felt a deeper dread; this guy... was hard to fool!

She racked her brains and decided to change her tactic, "Dear... I truly didn’t intend to stand you up, but I genuinely have an urgent matter this afternoon, I can’t make it—so, how about we reschedule the registration?"

"Dear?" Christopher savored these rare words, let out a dry laugh, "You must be thoroughly guilty to call me that."

"I..."

"Amelia, do you find it amusing to keep me dangling?"

"I..." His tone revealed anger and mockery, causing Amelia’s heart to panic and tighten, "Chris, I really have something to attend to. If I finish in time, I’ll definitely rush over. If not, then tomorrow, definitely tomorrow..."

The man interrupted her, "I’ll give you one hour. If you don’t come, then I’ll never bring this up again."

Implying that if she didn’t register today, there would be no talk of marriage in the future.

Originally, Amelia didn’t care much about this piece of paper. But hearing his words, she felt as if her heart was crushed, pangs of pain and anxiety compelling her.

"Chris, listen to me..."

"Counting starts now."

Leaving those words behind, Christopher decisively ended the call.

With a weight pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe, he held the phone in a low spirit.

Is this karma?

Having hurt her so much before, now when he’s begging, she refuses.

Lucas King rushed in, noticing his demeanor, his face tightened, cautiously asking, "President Hart... Are you all right?"

Christopher raised his head, his eyes lightly sweeping over him, "What do you think?"

Lucas responded, "I had someone investigate; madam’s not at the company. She left around noon, with Snow Fitch. But her car is still in the company parking, seemingly left by Snow’s car."

Christopher clenched his fist tightly, taking a deep breath.

This damned woman, now she’s full of lies!

Lucas observed him, becoming increasingly wary, "President Hart, should we send someone to look for her, or should we leave first?"

Christopher glanced at his phone to check the time, murmuring, "If she doesn’t show up by three o’clock..."

He paused before finishing his sentence.

If the time came and she still didn’t appear, could he truly be heartless enough to never bring up marriage again?

Even the mere thought was unbearably painful.

Lucas noticed his stillness mid-sentence, dared not ask further, simply waited silently for three o’clock.

Meanwhile, Amelia had just finished the call, feeling equally anxious and uncertain, her emotions a tangled mess.

But there’s no way; even if she left now, she wouldn’t make it back in an hour.

Moreover, Doctor Smith hadn’t finished his story.

She desperately wanted to know what kind of relationship Chairman Smith had with her mother.

Her connection with her mother in this lifetime was so shallow, she couldn’t miss the opportunity to learn more.

Quickly adjusting her mood, she returned to Charles, forcing a smile, "Doctor Smith, shall we continue?"

The bespectacled man turned around, smiling lightly, "Name your price. My father has instructed he’ll agree as long as it’s not excessively unreasonable."

Amelia’s eyelashes fluttered, her eyebrows raised slightly, surprised, "Really? In that case... Can I ask for ten million?"