Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 414: What Is Your Intent?

Chapter 414: Chapter 414: What Is Your Intent?

"A hundred million..." Charles Smith’s face remained calm, seemingly unfazed.

Yet his hesitation made Amelia Garcia nervous inside.

"I know, it’s a bit above the market price, but if you think it’s unreasonable, you can negotiate."

After all, she didn’t want to be seen as someone who adjusts prices according to people, so she quickly added this sentence.

Unexpectedly, Charles Smith looked at her and explained, "The price is fine... It’s just that such a large sum of cash might be hard to gather today."

Ah...

His hesitation wasn’t because he thought the price was high, but because he was worried about gathering a hundred million in cash today?

This... Amelia, having done business herself, knew that even for a wealthy millionaire, asking him to pull out a hundred million in cash all of a sudden is too demanding.

So she immediately waved her hand and said, "That’s okay, you can pay a deposit today, and then see... how many days do you need?"

Although she was indeed in urgent need of money, she also had to respect the facts.

"The day after tomorrow. Let’s handle the transfer procedures in these two days, and I’ll give you the balance the day after tomorrow."

Amelia thought that the day after tomorrow would be timely, relieving a heavy burden in her heart, and agreed, "Alright, it’s a deal!"

"Mm."

"Then let’s sign a contract first, even though it’s hasty, the necessary procedures shouldn’t be skipped so you can feel assured after paying the deposit." Amelia, having already prepared the contract before coming, spoke as she lowered her head and retrieved two copies of the agreement from her bag.

Charles Smith chuckled and complied with her wishes.

The two returned to the courtyard, but the stone table was dusty and couldn’t be used, so they entered the main house.

Snow Fitch watched the man sit down and sign, surprised, "It’s settled? He’s decided to buy?"

Amelia nodded, unable to suppress her joy, "It’s settled, very straightforward, deposit today, balance the day after tomorrow."

"A hundred million?"

"Mm!"

They had discussed the price on the way here, and it was the unanimous agreement of the three.

Snow Fitch was already surprised by the smooth agreement, but hearing that he didn’t bargain at all shocked her even more; her eyes widened and her mouth slightly open.

This...

Could it be that he’s just rich and clueless?

"Miss Norton, I’ve signed, now it’s your turn."

While the two were talking, Charles Smith had already signed both copies with a flourish, then turned the contract around and pushed it towards her.

"Alright." Amelia picked up the pen to sign but was stopped by Snow Fitch, "Wait!"

"What’s the matter?" Amelia turned to look at her.

Snow Fitch, standing, looked down imperiously at Charles Smith sitting there.

She sized him up thoroughly; high nose, thin lips, sword-like brows, starry eyes, a well-defined and sharp face, frameless glasses adding to his genteel appearance—before being captivated by his looks again, Snow Fitch honestly asked bluntly, "Do you have any ulterior motives? You should be very aware that we quoted a high price, but you agreed without bargaining, that’s truly odd."

Even being wealthy doesn’t mean spending like this.

Upon hearing this, Charles Smith smiled, sat up slightly, and retorted, "Then what price do you think I should negotiate down to for it to be fair?"

The man lightly countered, his eyes and brows filled with smiles, seemingly harmless, yet he left Snow Fitch stumped, speechless after her sharp question.

This... She certainly couldn’t say eighty million was the limit.

Otherwise, wouldn’t that be undermining her friend?

Feeling frustrated, she secretly clenched her hands, regretting her rashness, practically shooting herself in the foot.

The awkwardness in the scene froze momentarily, but fortunately, Jacob Garcia, being sharp-witted, quickly rationalized, "Though there are quite a few similar yards in the Ancient Town, ones that match ours in orientation, size, and layout are really few. Most of those yards are protected as historical sites and belong to the government. For Mr. Smith to buy a yard, apart from ours, it’s indeed hard to find another. From this viewpoint, our asking price isn’t unreasonable; after a few years, this yard will surely appreciate."

Snow Fitch initially looked down on Jacob Garcia, but hearing his logical and reasoned explanation, she developed a bit of admiration and quickly echoed, "Right! Our yard is priceless in the market! Buying it is certainly a deal!"

Charles Smith gave a light smile, turning his gaze from Snow Fitch’s face back to Amelia Garcia, then elegantly raised his hand, signaling her that she could sign.

Amelia glanced back at her friend, then lowered her head and signed and stamped the contract without hesitation.

Though her first encounter with Charles Smith at the hospital left an impression of him being somewhat slick, suspecting he might be adept at maneuvering among women—today, seeing him again, from his words and actions, she could tell he was simply well-mannered and tempered, interacting politely, without intentionally presenting himself a certain way to women—those previous negative impressions had dissipated.

Moreover, he mentioned that his father and her late mother were old acquaintances, and just based on that, she could trust that he had no ill intentions.

Thus, there was nothing to worry about.

After signing, Amelia stood and took a deep breath.

Charles Smith took the contract, found the bank card information on it, and pulled out his phone, "I’ll transfer the deposit to you right now."

"Alright, thank you so much."

Snow Fitch watched him and then pulled her friend over, whispering, "This... you were saying he had nothing on you, but if that’s true, why would he let himself be fooled like this? I bet he has a crush on you, that’s why he’s being so generous!"

Amelia shook her head with a soft smile and whispered back, "Don’t worry, it’s fine. He said his father and my mother were old acquaintances, and that’s why he wants to purchase this yard."

"What?" Snow Fitch gasped in surprise, "Are you sure? You mean the immensely wealthy chairman of Mandrake Group, and your mother..."

Miss Fitch froze for a moment, her curiosity exploding!

"Could it be they once loved each other? Or was it unrequited love? Otherwise... if they were just ordinary friends, there wouldn’t be a reason to come back years later and spend a fortune on a dilapidated yard!"

Amelia appeared melancholy, her eyes filled with contemplation, murmuring softly, "I don’t know... When my mom passed away, I was still young, and I know nothing about her youth."

Snow Fitch remained immersed in her speculative thinking, "Wow... I feel there’s a lot of drama here. If they truly loved each other, why didn’t they end up together? And why didn’t this person come earlier? You’re quite grown now, and your mom’s been gone over a decade..."

Indeed, Amelia felt there were many mysteries here.

Unfortunately, Charles Smith didn’t know the details.

If there’s a chance, she still needs to ask Chairman Smith to find out.

"Doctor Smith, I have something urgent to attend to in the city, and I’ve entrusted the rest of the transfer procedures to my brother; you can communicate with him if you have any questions." Amelia was anxious to leave, still worried about Christopher Hart waiting at the civil affairs office.

Charles Smith didn’t ask further, instead taking out his phone and casually extending it to her, "To make it easier to contact..."

"Oh!" Amelia was taken aback, quickly pulled out her phone from her pocket, opened WhatsApp, "Um... let me scan you!"

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