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Chapter 426: Amelia, Who Is He?

Chapter 426: Chapter 426: Amelia, Who Is He?

Benny Palmer was startled and turned to his good friend: "I saw the back when I just came in and thought I was seeing things! It’s really Amelia! But who is that man? He looks a bit familiar..."

Christopher turned his head to look at him, "Familiar? You’ve seen him?"

"Let me think..." Benny Palmer took out his phone, opened WhatsApp, found today’s news feed, and clicked on it.

"Christopher! Look, is it this person?" He pointed at the phone screen for Christopher to identify.

Christopher squinted slightly and looked at the news.

"He’s the doctor you asked me to check out! I thought he looked familiar, I’ve seen his work ID photo! He made the news today, he saved a lot of people in yesterday’s highway accident."

Christopher took his phone, scrolled down, and quickly browsed through the news.

Seeing the rescue video, although his face remained cold and indifferent, a trace of reverence and admiration flashed in his eyes.

Thinking about the call he made to the other party in the morning, the man spoke with an impenetrable yet effortless style, he initially thought the person was profound and sophisticated—but seeing his photo, he was unexpectedly refined and gentle.

Pretty boy...

These three words popped into his mind.

For some reason, seeing the true face of Doctor Smith, the inexplicable sense of precaution in his heart grew heavier.

Intuition warned him again, this pretty boy approaching Amelia surely isn’t just interested in the courtyard house.

"Why is Amelia having dinner with him? Didn’t you say the courtyard house isn’t being sold, it’s going to be reclaimed?" Benny Palmer looked confused, seeing his good friend’s uncertain expression, he suppressed some questions in his heart.

Christopher didn’t reply, turning his wheelchair, wanting to go over for clarity.

But Benny Palmer held him back: "Don’t go yet, ask on WhatsApp first and see what Amelia has to say."

Just as he finished speaking, the main guests for tonight’s dinner arrived, and everyone in the room got up to welcome them.

Christopher, thinking of important matters, chose to set aside the issue for now.

But the thought of his beloved woman dining alone with a young, handsome man without informing him made him a bit unhappy.

Although he didn’t go investigate, he guessed the two were discussing the transaction of the courtyard house.

It seems, Amelia did sell the courtyard house after all.

Benny Palmer saw him put away his phone and abandon the idea of going over, secretly relieved.

In the afternoon, when Amelia transferred the funds to him, she specifically instructed not to let Christopher know—so he had feigned ignorance earlier, fearing he might confront them on the spot.

Seal-Cloud was starting to gain the upper hand in the stock market, but further investment was needed, and right now, regardless of whether it’s a million or even tens of thousands, can’t be wasted, they could all play a role.

Meanwhile, Charles Smith skillfully ordered several signature dishes, which were slowly being served.

Amelia Garcia looked at the exquisitely prepared Chinese dishes before her, picked up her chopsticks, and tasted them; sure enough, they were incredible.

"Isn’t it worth the trip?" Charles Smith asked.

"Yes, yes," she nodded repeatedly, curiously asked, "You said this place requires acquaintance to lead, does it make me a local if I’ve been here? Can I bring others next time?"

She wanted to bring Snow Fitch and Christopher Hart to try!

Charles Smith said, "Of course, I’ll let Uncle Mason know later, and you can bring friends next time."

"That’s great, thank you!"

Charles Smith dined elegantly, his fingers were slender and pale, holding chopsticks as if handling a scalpel, every move could draw attention.

Seeing Amelia Garcia continuously expressing thanks, he smiled and said, "No need to be so polite, aren’t we friends now?"

Friends?

Amelia Garcia stared at him, stunned for a moment, murmuring self-consciously: "Someone with such a prominent identity like you, being friends..."

She really couldn’t match up!

"My identity is just a doctor."

"Not just that, your father is the founder of Mandrake Group!"

"That’s my father’s glory and achievement, it has nothing to do with me."

Amelia Garcia couldn’t help but probe: "Are you saying you won’t inherit Mandrake?"

The man shook his head, put down his chopsticks, lifted the white porcelain teacup, and slowly said after a sip of tea: "Business isn’t my strength, my father is very aware of that, he never intended to leave the company to me."

Amelia Garcia listened, slightly stunned.

What an open-minded father! Truly envious!

Yet, it’s also somewhat a pity.

Such a large family business, how can it be handed over to others?

"I’ve heard you have three children?"

"Yes, triplets, two boys and a girl."

"Quite enviable!"

Amelia Garcia smiled and sighed: "Indeed, there are both hardships and joys! Raising them was no easy task, looking back over the years, it was too tough!"

"Indeed, I’m aware of your situation; you’re incredible, a true wonder woman."

Wonder woman...

Amelia Garcia didn’t quite like that term.

In fact, no woman wants to be a superhero; life and reality compel delicate and fragile girls into being forged into fortress-like superwomen.

It sounds cool, but inside it’s filled with bitterness and tears.

But these words weren’t necessary to tell to an unfamiliar man.

Amelia Garcia politely smiled and caught a point from the man’s words, her expression slightly deepened: "Do you wealthy people like to investigate things before doing anything?"

Charles Smith looked up at her.

Seeing her misunderstanding him, he hurriedly lowered his arms, a gentle and dignified face solemnly said: "It’s just that my father wants to buy that courtyard house, so naturally, we have to check who the owner is—you can rest assured, we mean no harm! And in the future, it won’t happen again."

Amelia Garcia sighed lightly, her expression relaxed a bit: "Well, ever since I came back to the country, my personal affairs have been exposed online by keyboard warriors several times, it’s not really private anymore."

Charles Smith originally had some other things to say, like, discussing the leg surgery he would perform on Christopher in a few days—but thinking it over, he decided not to mention it.

For some reason, he felt if Mr. Hart knew the person performing the surgery on him was the one who bought the courtyard house... he might "dismiss" him from the operation.

The meal was very pleasant for both of them.

Amelia Garcia genuinely admired this man, in pure admiration and appreciation, someone with a good family background, handsome looks, elegance, and a respectable job—truly a rare quality idol.

If Snow Fitch could catch him, oh—her infatuated friend would wake up laughing from dreams every day.

She was fantasizing about that scene, thinking secretly how to help her friend connect, when suddenly there was the sound of tapping on a wooden pillar behind her.

Both turned to look, and whatever Charles Smith’s reaction was, Amelia Garcia didn’t know—but Amelia’s reaction was beyond shock and guilt.

Because the person appearing in the corridor was none other than Christopher.

She widened her eyes, mouth half-open, stunned for a while before standing up, "You... why are you here? You wouldn’t have sent someone to..."

She wanted to say you wouldn’t have sent someone to follow me!

But thinking someone else was present, saying such words might tarnish Christopher’s image, she suppressed it in time.

Christopher remained seated in the wheelchair; after the woman stood up, he slowly approached.

That face was cold and indifferent, eyes dark and indistinct, his gaze first skimmed over Amelia, then with a few degrees of commanding pressure, it landed on Charles Smith.

"Amelia, who is this? Aren’t you going to introduce us?"

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