Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 489 Showdown

Chapter 489: Chapter 489 Showdown

Christopher hasn’t been to the company for a while, leading to speculation among the employees about whether the boss is planning to sell the company.

Today, the long-missing boss finally returned, and he appeared with his wife. The two looked loving and harmonious, so much so that it left many people astonished!

"Wow, the boss is finally back. Does this mean all those rumors are automatically debunked? I feel so much more at ease now!"

"I never believed those rumors. President Hart spent such a huge amount, reportedly selling most of his assets, just to save the company. How could he sell it!"

"Hmm, as long as he’s not selling! We can still see such a handsome and charming boss at work; just thinking about it makes me happy!"

"What kind of daydreaming are you doing! Didn’t you see the boss only has eyes for his wife?"

"Oh come on, can’t I have a one-sided crush!"

Speaking of the boss’s wife, some male colleagues joined in on the gossip.

"The boss’s wife is truly beautiful! She’s ten times more beautiful than those candid photos online! No wonder President Hart fell for her beauty."

"But wasn’t there talk before that this woman despised President Hart and left to be with the founder of Mandrake Technology?"

"That was even more of a rumor! The person in question later clarified it."

"Hehe... I think there’s no smoke without fire, especially in the circles of the wealthy, which are really chaotic!"

Lucas King arrived late and, seeing a group of people gossiping about the boss in the lobby, gave a tactical cough.

The group turned around to see him and immediately fell silent like cicadas in winter: "Hello, Assistant King!"

"Are you all bored out of your minds, daring to say anything! Have you forgotten what kind of temper President Hart has?"

"No, no, no... we’re just chatting, Assistant King, please don’t tell President Hart."

Lucas glanced at them disdainfully, "Do you think President Hart is as idle as you are? Is this trivial matter worth his time?"

He was about to walk away but suddenly thought of something and turned back seriously, "Remember this: even if the Earth explodes on Judgment Day, President Hart and his wife won’t separate! What kind of brains do you have! How did the HR department recruit you bunch of fools!"

Christopher was not entirely unaware of these rumors.

In the past, he would have fired all those gossipmongers in a fit of displeasure. Now, however, he was immersed in a happy and blissful life, his temperament much gentler, and couldn’t be bothered to pay them any mind.

Entering the CEO’s office, Amelia pushed him up to the desk and then turned to tidy up the workspace for him.

During his "absence" from work, although someone had been cleaning the room daily, the desk was still piled with too many work documents and was somewhat messy.

Seeing his beloved woman proactively and swiftly tidying up for him, occasionally her hair slipping down, with no time to arrange it, leaving her to straighten and toss it with a flick—her dark and beautiful hair drawing a graceful arc through the air, a faint fragrance spreading, he was captivated by the sight and couldn’t help but tease: "Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Huh?" Amelia didn’t hear clearly and glanced back at him, "What did you say?"

"I said you’re doing it on purpose, using your charms in front of me."

"..." The woman rolled her eyes at him, unceremoniously retorting, "Are you crazy!"

He chuckled without answering as Amelia finished tidying the desk. He sat up a bit, stretched his long arms to embrace her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

"What are you doing!" She was startled, turned to look at him, and saw his deep eyes and entranced expression, no need to ask to know what was on his mind.

"There’s already enough gossip in this building. Do you plan to create more?"

He hadn’t been at work for a while, and now with his sudden return, plenty of managers would surely come to report on work later.

Such cuddling and affection, if seen, would surely lead to more tales being spun.

But Christopher didn’t care; his mind was full of the way she had bent over to organize the desk, her waist and hips forming a graceful curve, along with that cinematic hair flip.

He cursed his legs, wishing he could embrace her horizontally and carry her to the inner resting room instead.

"There’s talk outside that our relationship is broken, that you dumped me for wealth—if people saw us all lovey-dovey, those rumors would be totally disproven, right?" Christopher whispered lazily in his low and charming voice, his face buried in her hair, inhaling her fragrance greedily.

Amelia turned, wrapping her arms around his neck, smiled, and then said, "Hmm, and then everyone would gossip that President Hart was bewitched by a Fox Spirit, playing out inappropriate scenes in the office, and I’d get my reputation spoiled."

"Well, that wouldn’t be too far off the mark—Lady Fox."

He teased, and Amelia gave him a playful slap, "You dare to say that! This society is so unfair to women, always making women take the blame no matter the truth!"

Thinking back to being labeled Lady Fox online, she was still indignant.

When in fact, it was this fool who relentlessly pursued her.

Amid their endless flirting, Christopher became a little intoxicated, leaning in to kiss her while suggesting, "I was just thinking with you helping organize my files... having a beautiful personal secretary could be nice, since you’re not working now... why not be my personal assistant?"

Amelia, sitting on his lap, was slightly taller, listening to his daydreams. She giggled charmingly while cupping his face, nose-to-nose with him on purpose.

"So... how much would President Hart pay me?"

"The company’s yours, so am I, what more do you need for a salary?"

"Then... what’s the scope of work for an assistant? I won’t do it if it’s too exhausting."

"Hmm... you can do it if you like, if not then..."

"Then what?"

"You can just warm my bed... ow!" Before he finished, suddenly his nose hurt, and he winced.

Amelia had bitten him.

"Are you a dog?"

"Talking nonsense, biting you is already lenient!" Amelia scolded softly, pretending to be angry, got up to leave, but he pulled her back again.

"Bite me and try to run?"

"What do you want then?"

"Let me bite you back."

"No way!"

They were playfully bickering when there was a knock on the office door, followed by it being opened, "President Hart, oh sorry, sorry..."

Amelia was startled too, springing away from his embrace at the sound, turning her back to the doorway to quickly adjust herself.

Realizing he had interrupted, Lucas was about to close the door and leave when Christopher called him back: "Come back."

After finishing tidying up, Amelia turned around, "Assistant King."

Lucas acknowledged with a nod, stepping forward to report, "President Hart, ma’am, the front desk says Chairman Smith has arrived."

Amelia glanced down at Christopher, who gave a subtle nod. She understood and turned to the inner resting room.

After Lucas King finished his report, he immediately went out to wait by the elevator.

A few minutes later, the elevator doors opened, and Thomas Smith appeared with Secretary Williams.

No wonder Hope insisted on calling him uncle; though Thomas Smith was over fifty, having spent many years in the military and maintaining a highly disciplined lifestyle even after leaving, he exercised daily and looked very young—at most, around forty.

While Mr. Hart was already thirty, in a child’s eyes, there wasn’t much difference.

Despite Lucas King having done his homework and knowing a bit about the low-key mysterious Chairman Smith, seeing him in person was still surprising.

He was completely different from the commercial titan impression he envisioned.

Tall, handsome, youthful, upright, with a warm smile, approachable, full of integrity and energy, walking with a straight back far more spirited than most young men.

"Chairman Smith, hello! I’m Mr. Hart’s assistant, Lucas King. Mr. Hart is not very mobile, so he couldn’t meet you far. Please forgive us." Lucas King deeply respected this influential figure, bowing almost ninety degrees, reaching out to greet him.

Thomas Smith nodded calmly, "Mr. King, you’re too polite. It was us who visited unexpectedly and disturbed Mr. Hart’s recovery."

"No, no, Chairman Smith, please!"

Christopher watched Amelia enter the resting room, adjusted his clothes, and by the time he looked up, all tenderness and affection on his face had disappeared.

Voices came from the outer room, and the next moment, the office’s double mahogany doors were pushed open, as Lucas King led the two guests inside.

Christopher raised his eyes, locking gaze with Thomas Smith, seemingly calm and unruffled on the outside but with a hint of astonishment inside.

His appearance, aura, manner, and vigor were better than imagined, surpassing anyone of his age.

Suddenly, he realized that having such a powerful Father-in-law might not be a good thing.

Turning the wheelchair, bypassing the desk, he put on a formal smile, "Chairman Smith, hello, I’m Christopher Hart."

Thomas Smith lowered his head slightly, still approachable with a charming smile, but in his heart, there was an investigative intention as he interacted with the young man before him.

After all, this was the person who was to become his son-in-law.

"Hello President Hart, I am Thomas Smith. Apologies for visiting suddenly and disturbing your recovery."

"Chairman Smith, you’re too polite. You’ve been a great help to Seal-Cloud. By all accounts, I should have visited you first to formally express Seal-Cloud’s gratitude."

"That’s not necessary. I acted out of respect for Little Clarke and her mother, and besides, Seal-Cloud’s project prospects are quite good."

Christopher, who usually carried a bold confidence, rarely put anyone in his eyes.

But in front of Thomas Smith, he uncharacteristically showed full respect.

Firstly, because of Mandrake Technology’s international influence and its role in the rise of national brands, he truly admired Chairman Smith.

Secondly, he knew Amelia would eventually reconnect with her father and daughter.

He had looked down on Michael Garcia before. Even after being the Garcia Family’s son-in-law for three years, he never respected his Father-in-law.

But this genuine Father-in-law was different; he dared not slack off one bit.

Thus, his conversation was full of courtesy and well-mannered.

Yet unexpectedly, Thomas Smith didn’t appreciate it; he merely said it was for "the sake of Little Clarke and her mother," a seemingly casual remark that clearly expressed his stance—not to get unnecessarily close.

Christopher’s expression didn’t change, but inside, he was holding back emotions—indeed, this Father-in-law was difficult to deal with.

Beside them, Lucas King and Secretary Williams also sensed the underlying clashes in their seemingly calm conversation, their smiles carrying a deeper meaning.

"Chairman Smith, please have a seat here." Despite feeling uncomfortable inside, Christopher maintained politeness on his face, turning his wheelchair towards the lounge area, giving Lucas King a signal.

Lucas King immediately stepped forward, "Chairman Smith, would you like something to drink?"

"A cup of tea will do."

"All right." As Lucas King turned, he looked towards Secretary Williams, "Secretary Williams, perhaps I can show you around the company. As the two companies are cooperating, it’s better to understand each other well."

Secretary Williams knew the boss wasn’t here for business this time, so he nodded in agreement, "Alright, thank you."

They turned and left, leaving the large president’s office with only Christopher and Thomas Smith.

Thomas Smith settled at the center of the long sofa, habitually resting his right hand on his knee as he sat down.

Christopher parked his wheelchair directly opposite the coffee table, facing the long sofa.

Therefore, he noticed Thomas Smith’s movements as he sat down.

Perhaps because he was also experiencing leg problems, he was particularly sensitive to this aspect. Observing Thomas Smith’s seating posture, his gaze deepened, almost certain that his right leg had issues.

Both were seated, and for some reason, neither initiated conversation.

As if they were both assessing each other, mentally scoring one another.

Soon, the office door was knocked on again as Lucas King brought in brewed tea.

"Chairman Smith, your tea." Lucas King respectfully placed the tea down and a cup of coffee in front of Christopher before turning away.

Thomas Smith sat slightly upright, took a sip of tea, his face devoid of emotion, revealing no preference for the tea.

Christopher sat upright in his wheelchair, quietly observing his every move, and when he put down the teacup, he finally spoke first, "Chairman Smith, you came all this way, not for business, right?"

Thomas Smith seemed to smile, "What makes you say that?"

Both were clever people, so they didn’t beat around the bush. Christopher went straight to the point: "You visited the kindergarten yesterday to see my three children, which doesn’t seem like something a business partner would do—what is Mr. Smith’s intention? Why not be direct?"

But Thomas Smith didn’t respond directly; he leaned back on the sofa, his gaze falling on Christopher’s legs, "How long until your legs recover?"

Christopher glanced at his legs, "That... isn’t your son most aware?"

"Oh, I forgot, Charles did your surgery. Quite the coincidence."

"It’s quite the coincidence."

Silence fell between them for a few seconds, just as Thomas Smith’s phone rang.

"Excuse me." He picked up the call without getting up, "Hello..."

Whatever the other side said, his expression visibly changed, but he quickly suppressed it, then calmly replied, "Got it, I’ll hang up for now."

After lowering the phone, it dinged again within a few seconds.

He opened WhatsApp, enlarged an image, staring quietly at the phone screen.

His usually calm face displayed astonishment, excitement, joy, disbelief, intertwined.

It seemed he forgot Christopher’s presence, staring at the phone screen for a long time, then let out a deep sigh, lifting his face to look at Christopher.

He then leaned forward, turning the phone, placing it on the coffee table before Christopher.