Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 439: Consecutive Traps

Chapter 439: Chapter 439: Consecutive Traps

"Something happened! The person in charge of our project in S City suddenly went missing. After a check of the finances, that bastard absconded with the money! Someone who knows the situation said they saw that scoundrel having contact with the higher-ups at Summit not long ago. Most likely, Summit had premeditated this, thinking they couldn’t openly fight us and resorted to underhanded tricks!"

Amelia’s face suddenly changed, a buzzing sound rang in her ears.

She steadied herself and then asked, "How big is the funding gap now?"

"About a billion."

A billion...

Amelia’s mind was in an explosive rumble again.

Normally, if Seal-Cloud Corporation’s cash flow were in a normal state, this amount wouldn’t be a big deal.

But now, Seal-Cloud had just undergone a huge disaster; she and Christopher Hart had used all their might to stabilize the situation.

All movable funds, both the company’s and personal, were invested in the stock market—now, let alone needing a billion, even ten million, they might not be able to come up with.

Yet if this hole is not immediately plugged up, and the project cannot operate normally, every day dragged out just wastes more money, not to mention if the news spreads, it would bring negative impact to Seal-Cloud, then the stock market plummets, and the money they invested would vanish within minutes.

It must be said, the enemy’s move is indeed too insidious!

If they can’t have it, will they just destroy it?

After a brief panic, Amelia immediately calmed down, "Did you call the police?"

"Reported immediately, the police have filed the case, but that scoundrel has already fled the country, recovering the huge sum won’t be easy."

Lucas King finished and then anxiously asked, "Ma’am, how long will President Hart’s surgery take?"

Amelia also appeared anxious and said, "Until one in the afternoon."

"What should we do then? The project over there is at a standstill, and it can’t move without money. This matter probably needs President Hart to personally handle."

Amelia knew the seriousness of the matter but thinking about Christopher’s surgery today, at least he needs a week to recuperate in bed, how could he possibly go on a business trip?

After a brief thought, she immediately made arrangements, "Okay, you go find Christopher’s father and exaggerate the severity of the situation, let him go over there first to handle it. As for the money, go through other projects, see if there’s any funds we can temporarily borrow. I’ll also try to think of ways to raise some."

"Also, make sure to block the information! Even if there are already rumors outside, absolutely do not admit to them!"

Lucas: "Alright, I’ll do it right away."

Standing beside was Snow, watching intently from the moment Amelia’s expression changed.

After she hung up the phone, Snow immediately asked, "What happened?"

Amelia explained the situation simply, looking at her best friend, knowing the upcoming words were difficult to say, but at this point, they were cornered.

"Snow... can you go back and discuss with your father and brother to see if you can help with some funds, I’ll find ways here, and I promise to repay immediately with interest as soon as our situation improves!"

Snow nodded repeatedly, "Don’t worry, I’ll call my dad."

"Yes, yes!"

Amelia took out her phone, flipping through her contacts up and down, but after looking at many people, she didn’t know who to contact.

Could it be this time... they would have to sell their house?

After the call, Snow returned with a hint of joy on her face, "Rest assured, my dad said he’d check with finance to see how much available funds the company has, maybe... they could join the project in the form of an investment, sharing risks and benefits."

"Great, that’s fantastic! Snow, we’re really so thankful to you!"

"Why are you thanking me for, my dad is just doing business."

Snow reassured her, thinking of her own company’s situation, she was aware, "However, our company’s account can’t possibly have a billion in idle funds, so... you still need to find ways to raise the money."

"Yes, I will think of ways."

"But what else can you think of? You’ve sold everything under your name that you can! I say, the owner of that Summit is just too horrible! Did Christopher ever offend them? Otherwise, why would they want to ruin him completely, even to the extent of mutual destruction?"

Amelia shook her head, "I don’t know... thought the company crisis had passed, who knew once one wave settled another would rise."

Snow embraced her, patting her as a comfort, "Don’t worry, there’s always a way out. I believe if we got through last time, this time we will definitely be able to again!"

Amelia weakly forced a bitter smile, more burdensome than crying, "I’m afraid it won’t be so easy... if worse comes to worst, I guess I’ll have to ask Kane for a loan."

Snow suddenly brightened up, "Right! How could we forget Kane? He’s so wealthy, a billion would be a drop in the bucket for him! Besides, he once admired you so much, seeing you in trouble now, surely he wouldn’t stand by idly."

"But because of the kind of relationship we had, it makes it even harder to open my mouth."

Having hurt and let someone down, and now for the sake of someone else asking them for help—this plainly would be exploiting past feelings.

It’s indeed over the top.

Snow disagrees: "I think you’re overthinking it. You might as well call and ask; if he agrees right away, wouldn’t that solve the problem?"

Amelia shook her head, unwilling.

She had to first consider other options, could not reasonably place her hope on Kane.

While waiting for Christopher’s surgery for a few hours, Amelia contacted everyone she could think of, some politely declined, others hung up directly.

She once again experienced the indifference of human relationships and the fickleness of the world.

She couldn’t even think about eating lunch, still discussing with lawyers on how to hold people accountable and minimize adverse effects.

Even after Christopher’s surgery, the issue had yet to find a solution.

The only relief was a call back from Lucas, saying George Hart was willing to go to S City to handle the current situation.

"Ma’am, Old Master Hart is willing to go, which might make things a bit easier. After all, with his standing and extensive connections, if money is needed, him reaching out might gain some favor."

"Yes, hopefully!"

The call wasn’t over, and the surgery room door opened.

Seeing Charles Smith walk out first, Amelia immediately stepped forward quickly, "Doctor Smith, how was the surgery? How is he doing?"

Charles Smith was still in his blue surgical gown, wearing a matching cap and mask, leaving only his clear, captivating eyes exposed.

Hearing her, he single-handedly removed his mask, revealing a handsome face with a faint smile, "Rest assured, the surgery was a success. He’s still under anesthesia, will need to wait in the surgery room for a while."

Amelia let out a big breath, nodding repeatedly in gratitude, "Thank you so much, Doctor Smith!"

Snow was by Amelia’s side, her eyes unblinkingly fixed on Charles Smith, wanting to start a conversation, but seeing that his gaze didn’t turn to her, she attempted to speak several times but didn’t dare to make a sound.