Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 430 Seal-Cloud Narrow Victory

Chapter 430: Chapter 430 Seal-Cloud Narrow Victory

"What’s wrong?"

"Um..." She scratched her head and frowned at that ’rag’, puzzled, "The shirt hanging by the bed... What’s up with it? Did you get into a fight? It’s all torn up."

Christopher paused noticeably before responding seriously, "Yeah, I got into a fight with a woman."

"What?" Amelia sat up in surprise, her previously drowsy eyes now wide open, "You fought with a woman?"

"Yes, the woman got drunk and tried to force herself on me. I didn’t want to take advantage of her, but in the end, she completely abused me and tore my shirt to pieces... Oh, poor me, a cripple with limited mobility, unable to run or escape, had to succumb to her tyranny in the end..."

At first, Amelia listened attentively and even felt worried for him.

But the more she listened, the more something seemed off!

What does he mean?

Could that drunken woman be a reference to herself?

"Christopher!" As her mind gradually cleared, her intelligence restored, she slapped the bed angrily, exclaiming, "What nonsense are you talking about! Are you saying I forced you?!"

"I never said it was you."

"You’re just one step short of naming me, do you think I’m stupid?!"

The man let out a low chuckle, "Last night you, drunk, were truly a silly little fool."

"You’re the fool, your whole family’s..."

No, she couldn’t insult the innocent kids.

She held back her frustration, exasperated, "What exactly happened last night? I’m telling you, I didn’t black out! I remember everything! Don’t try to fool me and pin fabricated crimes on me!"

"Didn’t black out?" Mr. Hart chuckled, "Then tell me, what did we do in the car on our way back?"

In the car?

Amelia thought seriously, in the car... didn’t she and Christopher just sit obediently in the back seat?

"Can’t remember? Let me remind you, you insisted that I’d take advantage of your drunken state. I didn’t, but it was you who couldn’t hold back, throwing yourself into my arms, hugging and kissing me, forcing me to take advantage of you—In the end, who was taking advantage of whom... haha."

"..." Amelia hadn’t initially recalled all those details, but with Christopher’s detailed recounting, the fragments slowly pieced together in her mind.

"This is the first time I knew, usually so proper, you become so aggressive when drunk... Couldn’t unbutton my shirt, so you just yanked it open, buttons scattered all over, still lying in the crevices of the car seat, I presume."

"That wasn’t all. When you couldn’t take it off, you started tearing it apart and even used your teeth... You know that fabric is quite strong, right? You ended up leaving red marks all over me."

This was probably the most shameful, scandalous moment of Amelia’s life.

A classic social death scene!

Holding her phone in one hand and rubbing her forehead with the other, she lowered her head so that her long hair covered her face, making it hard to tell if she was laughing or crying.

"Christopher..." Suddenly, she raised her head, assuming a serious expression despite the phone between them, "Stop making things up! I wasn’t drunk last night, I remember everything I did!"

"Don’t believe me? When I get home tonight, I’ll show you the marks."

"No!" She quickly refused, "Don’t come over tonight! I don’t want to see you!"

"Really? I had some good news to share with you, but since you said that... never mind."

"Good news?" Curiosity piqued Amelia again, "What good news?"

"Are you welcoming me tonight?"

"You can tell me now, on the phone."

"It has to be said in person."

Seeing he was teasing her on purpose, Amelia’s expression changed instantly, "Go away! If you won’t say it, forget it, don’t bother me tonight!"

With those words, she angrily hung up the call.

The next second, she pounded the bed in despair... How could she have been like that when drunk, so embarrassing she could die boohoo.

The so-called good news Christopher mentioned, Amelia didn’t wait until evening to find out.

When she got up to have breakfast, she naturally paid attention to the stock market and the confrontation between Seal-Cloud and Peak Industries.

Just as she spotted something significant, Snow Fitch sent a voice message: "Darling, what’s up? Did you see the news? That arrogant guy attempting to forcibly acquire Seal-Cloud is out of options!"

"My brother said, at this stalemate for a few days, that Peak Industries will definitely collapse completely! Such a huge amount of funds is surely mostly financed. Only a quick decision would allow them to repay the debt, but now Seal-Cloud has a bigger edge, they don’t stand a chance, prolonging will kill them!"

Excited, Amelia put down her chopsticks and happily picked up her phone, "I just saw the news! No wonder Christopher called this morning to say there was good news."

"Haha, he really owes it to you this time! Otherwise, he’d be the one crying right now! Tsk tsk, what’s that saying? When a couple is of the same mind, they can break gold!"

Amelia blushed slightly, chiding, "Who’s married to him, he’s dreaming!"

"Oh come on, don’t be so coy. You’ve already supported him to this extent, don’t you consider him your husband in your heart?"

Amelia became increasingly bashful, impatiently saying, "Alright, alright, you’re busy, I’m taking care of the kids!"

"Let Christopher treat us sometime!"

"Sure, sure!"

After finishing the WhatsApp chat with her best friend, Amelia checked out the financial news again, the more she looked, the happier she got.

From the beginning of the year till now, over a month, they’d been tense every day, finding ways to raise money and thinking of strategies.

Even the previously arrogant and aloof Christopher had swallowed his pride these days, attending numerous social events, running around negotiating with people.

Finally, the heavens didn’t fail those who put in the effort.

They finally overcame this crisis!

After the joy, Amy forgot about the harsh words she had said earlier and immediately opened his WhatsApp.

[Come over tonight, I’ll cook myself.]

At the company, Christopher saw this message, and a satisfied smile curled on his lips.

Lucas King was reporting work across from him, and couldn’t help but inquire, "Is it a message from your wife?"

Mr. Hart glanced at him.

He chuckled and sincerely said, "We really owe this to your wife! If it weren’t for the funds she raised that helped us gain some shares in the secondary market, perhaps that Peak Industries boss would be sitting in your position now."

Christopher didn’t say anything out loud, but his heart was already all soft and mushy.

With a woman like this, how should he pamper, cherish, and love her, to make it enough?

"Go order a bouquet of flowers, put it in the car after work." Christopher instructed in a calm voice.

Lucas King was delighted, "Alright! I’ll do it right away!"

As Lucas was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and turned back, "By the way, President Hart, since the company’s crisis is resolved, should we schedule the surgery for the hospital? After all, the longer this is delayed, the more dangerous it is for your leg."

Christopher needed a nerve exploration surgery on his right leg, it was actually better the sooner it was done. But because the company’s crisis had kept him so busy, it had been delayed.

Hearing this, he thought for a moment and nodded, "Tonight when I get home, I’ll discuss it with my wife."