Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 47 Who Would Believe You’re Pure as Snow?

Chapter 47: Chapter 47 Who Would Believe You’re Pure as Snow?

Who would have known, it was that number sending a text message!

Upon reading the content, she was instantly inflamed.

After such an incident, shouldn’t he be worried about his own reputation? Yet, here he was, still in the mood to tease her!

Fuming, she hammered on the screen, preparing to send back a scathing reply.

But once she had typed out her message, she calmed down.

This bastard was clearly just trying to flirt with her.

All that nonsense about being drunk, about being unconscious, it was all an act!

If she replied, she would be playing right into his hands!

With this in mind, Amelia threw aside her phone and pulled the covers over her head to sleep!

On the other side, Christopher waited and waited, but his phone remained silent.

He opened the message again to make sure it had been sent, then frowned in confusion.

Could it be that after such a big incident, she was still completely unaware and had gone to sleep?

His finger automatically dialed the number, but just as the screen switched to the call interface, he suddenly changed his mind and quickly hung up.

His eyes shut tightly, he cursed himself for being so unsettled by a woman; it was infuriating!

His temples throbbed, and the spot on his forehead where he had been hurt burned painfully. What a damn awful day!

Moments later, he collected himself, steeled his face, turned, and headed upstairs, forcing himself not to think about that vexing creature anymore.

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"Mommy Mommy... wake up, wake up, wake wake up!"

"Wake up, wake up, wake wake up~"

"...Mommy, did you forget about us? Take a look at who I am?"

Amelia was still deeply asleep, meeting with the Duke of Zhou in her dreams when suddenly, two weights landed on her and it was like there were loudspeakers blaring next to her ears.

She struggled to open her eyes and saw her "Guardians East and West" painfully rolling over, "Go play for a while; Mommy is so sleepy..."

"No! Play with us; you haven’t played with us for a long time."

"Mommy, are you sick?"

"No, Mommy just wants to sleep..."

"Aw, stop sleeping! Uncle Kane said we’re going out to play today!"

The two boys bounced excitedly on the bed, chanting their bewitching earworm of a song.

"Wake up, wake up, wake wake up~"

Amelia felt as if she were floating on the waves, a sensation of queasiness with the motion of the sea.

This was sheer torture...

She threw off the blanket, and before she could scold them, the "Guardians East and West" each grabbed one of her arms and pulled with all their might, dragging her out of bed.

"Hehe... look at Mommy’s hair, like a bird’s nest," laughed the older brother.

The younger brother immediately sprang into action, grabbing the ’bird’s nest’ to further torment it.

Amelia’s vision swam, and stars danced in her eyes.

Shaw walked in, startled by the scene, and quickly intervened, "Okay, okay, that’s enough, you two. Stop it now, come down."

"Hahaha, this is so much fun!"

"Look, Mommy’s hair can stand up!" The static built up, indeed making her hair stand on end.

Amelia didn’t dare imagine how she looked. Seeing the boys still unwilling to climb down, she suddenly let out a "woof" and pounced towards them, pretending to be a roaring tiger.

The two little ’beasts’ burst into laughter, scrambling down from the bed like monkeys and running off.

Finally, silence fell around her ears...

Amelia Garcia lay back down as if she were doing a free fall.

Shaw approached, showing her the phone, "Sis, last night’s post might have been taken down, but a lot of people screenshot those photos."

Amelia fiddled with her straw-like hair, eyes widening as she looked at the assistant’s phone.

Then, she stiffly and slowly got up.

"Netizens have impressive sleuthing skills; they’ve dug up your information. They know you’re the chief designer for Venus Jewelry and that you were once employed by Mr. Christopher Hart, but for some unknown reason, the collaboration was called off."

"Then they’re saying you’re after his wealth, not wanting to design jewelry for his fiancée but rather aiming to take her place as the wealthy lady of the house."

"Bullshit!" Amelia couldn’t help but curse, fingers scrambling over the screen to scroll further.

It was a barrage of obscenities, too vile to behold.

Now fully awake, she turned and got out of bed, walking to the bathroom, "Is there any trouble at the studio?"

"I was just about to tell you, colleagues went to work and said that tabloid journalists are already staking out."

Shaw frowned, her features drooping, "What do we do now? If it’s not going well, maybe we should just reveal your identity."

"You think revealing my identity will solve the problem? Now that Lily Garcia is the Hart Family’s prospective daughter-in-law, I, as the ex-wife, am nothing. They might even accuse me of being manipulative, trying to use my child to get back into the wealthy family or something..."

"That’s true too..." Shaw nodded, at a loss.

It takes a thief to catch a thief.

Whoever started this should be the one to clarify things; that would be more convincing.

But who leaked this?

Since the photos came from the Imperial Garden Villa, it must be the work of an insider. Christopher Hart must have already identified the photographer last night.

Although utterly unwilling, to protect her reputation and her company’s interests, Amelia still had to pick up the phone and actively contact Christopher Hart.

Meanwhile, Christopher Hart was also holding his phone to his ear, but his expression was dark and taut, anger burning between his brows.

"Christopher... after you left last night, I fainted. Aunt called an ambulance to take me to the hospital, and I went through various checks all night... How could I possibly do such a thing?"

"You can’t suspect me every time something happens; it really hurts me..."

"You’ve been in business for so many years and offended countless people. It’s normal for them to dare not retaliate openly but play these tricks behind your back..."

"My heart shattered when I saw those photos..."

"You want to break off our engagement, all for a woman who looks like Amelia Garcia. I know you’re doing it for Hope, but what about me..."

"I’ve given so much for you, but this is how you treat me..."

Christopher rubbed his temples with one hand, forcing down the rage in his heart as he listened to her cry.

Suddenly, a new call notification sounded on his phone.

He glanced at it and immediately switched to the new call without so much as a word to Lily Garcia.

Amelia was startled when she heard him connect.

Right when the automated voice in her phone was about to tell her that the user was currently in another call and she was on the verge of hanging up—the call connected swiftly.

The other’s breathing was in her ear, and all of a sudden, her mind went blank, unable to remember what she planned to say.

After several seconds of silence, Christopher’s cold tone was the first to break through, "Speak!"

She snapped back to reality and quickly gathered her emotions, "Mr. Hart, you must know about the online exposé by now, right? Have you dealt with it?"

"What would Miss Norton have me do?"

She was at a loss for words, then angry.

"This... obviously, whoever took the photos needs to clarify the situation! I was just helping you upstairs because you were drunk; nothing happened between us!"

"You changed clothes when you left. Who would believe ’nothing happened’?"

"%￥...%&" Amelia cursed under her breath, barely holding back her frustration, "Then what are you saying? Aren’t you going to defend yourself? Just let public opinion ferment?"

"Men unmarried, women unwed—even if it was more than hugging and embracing, what’s it to me if it went all the way to bed? I don’t see anything to worry about here."