Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!
Chapter 50 I Announce: Official Pursuit of Miss Clarke Norton

Chapter 50: Chapter 50 I Announce: Official Pursuit of Miss Clarke Norton

He hooked his lips into a smile, "Miss Norton worries too much. At my age, if I still believe in something like love, that would be the utmost foolishness."

What?

"..."

Amelia didn’t know what kind of face to make, cursing "jerk" inside her heart!

"I mean, my daughter really likes you. She has a pitiful background and is physically weak and sickly, she desperately needs a mother who adores her. Coincidentally, you bear a striking resemblance to my late wife; I believe this is the best arrangement by heaven."

Amelia almost had an internal hemorrhage, and after a moment, she scoffed coldly, "Only Mr. Hart could shamelessly say such a thing."

"How is it, Miss Norton, you don’t want to?"

"If I had a child, and I asked you out of the blue to be my child’s father, stating plainly that I do not love you, just because my child wants a father — would you agree?"

How could he take such a preposterous proposition so for granted?

She thought such a retort would leave him speechless.

Unexpectedly, Christopher Hart replied without hesitation, "No problem, I would educate him well, as if he were my own."

"!!!" Amelia stared at him, her heart suddenly choking.

For a second, she almost thought he knew about the existence of her sons!

She might as well accept this.

Seeing her stunned, the man counter-asked, "You don’t believe me?"

"I... of course I don’t believe you! Anyone can boast about hypotheticals, if it really happened, you would be more speechless and angry than I am right now!"

Amelia felt a bit guilty, retorting angrily while standing up to walk away.

She stepped toward the balcony, then turned around furiously, "Mr. Hart, I beg you, please leave me alone, I’ll be going back soon, all these commotions here have nothing to do with me!"

"Going back?" He frowned, standing up and walking towards her, "Your studio is operating here, you want to go back?"

"The studio is just where I work, it’s not my home."

"..." Christopher Hart stared at her, unable to discern truth from lies.

"Hope has surgery next week, when do you plan to leave?"

Amelia suddenly lifted her lashes, her beautiful eyes staring at the man, a visible hesitation in her gaze.

Hope’s surgery has been scheduled?

Christopher was extremely astute, at once seeing the wavering in her heart, his tone abruptly changing, "Since Miss Norton wants to talk business, then let’s talk business. I would like to hire you to design a set of jewelry again, whenever you are available, we can discuss in detail."

"You want jewelry for what? Weren’t you planning to call off the wedding?"

"Can’t I give it to someone else?"

"..." She hesitated for a moment, warily eyeing the man, "I can refuse."

"If you refuse, I will reply to the netizens, saying you took the initiative to come to my house and plotted against me while I was drunk."

"You!"

Amelia never imagined that not only was this guy a scumbag, but he was also incredibly shameless!

An absolute hooligan!

"Go ahead and say it! I’m leaving right away, once I’m gone from here, I don’t believe these gossip can affect me overseas!"

Furious to the extreme, Amelia was prepared to take the risk.

After all, her daughter had seen her and was living well.

She had nothing to worry about.

She could leave here first and, if there was a chance later, she could come back secretly to see her daughter.

She had let down her daughter in this life, and it was an irreparable failure. If it’s fated, then in the next life, they could be mother and daughter again; she could make amends over and over.

"You want to leave..." The man lifted a hand, leisurely stroking his fingertips, eyeing her with half-lowered eyes, speaking unhurriedly, "You’ll have to see... if you can actually get away."

"What do you mean? Do you intend to restrict my personal freedom?"

"I didn’t say that."

Amelia looked at his pretentious, aloof demeanor, clenching and unclenching her fists. Just when she was about to lose her patience and physically attack, her phone chimed.

Her anger dissipated, and she pulled out her phone. It was Kane.

Thinking of her two sons, she didn’t dare be careless and walked away a bit before answering, "What’s wrong?"

"I’ve avenged you; you should check the internet," Kane said proudly.

Amelia was puzzled. How had he avenged her? Had he actually beaten up Lily Garcia?

Before she had time to get clarity, a message came through on WhatsApp. She took out her phone to check, and was...speechless.

Kane had hacked Lily’s account and posted some nonsensical text.

"Actually, I just want to marry into a wealthy family and become the young madam of the Hart family, so I bribed the villa’s servants to be my spies, serving me."

"That little girl is very willful; I really don’t like her. If it wasn’t for her, Christopher Hart and I would have been married long ago. She’s just a stumbling block, too bad I can’t shake her off, damn it’s annoying!"

In the comment section below, it was already exploding.

[Turns out this is a rich family feud! Looks like both sides have their faults; neither is decent.]

[I knew there was something fishy about her! Was she cursed? Is she revealing this herself?]

[It looks like someone hacked the account! But these words do fit her position and mentality; maybe it’s true.]

[At the end of the day, it’s all about money! Let’s disperse, people~]

The comments were a disordered mess, covering all kinds of topics.

While Amelia was browsing the comments, Lily Garcia posted another blog post.

[My account was hacked! The words above were not said by me. I never bribed anyone to be a spy, and I also deeply care for Mr. Hart’s daughter. The reason we haven’t married yet is that the little girl has been unwell. Mr. Hart wants to wait for the child to recover before planning a grand wedding to officially take me home.]

Amelia held her phone, turned around, and was about to show the whole drama to Christopher, but saw him raise his head to look at her, rotating his phone too.

The screen’s content was the same as hers.

"It seems you know now," Christopher said, understanding everything from her reaction.

"What exactly do you plan to do about this?" Amelia asked seriously.

The man smiled, tapping on the phone screen, saying, "I’ve already settled it."

She frowned, not understanding.

Christopher curved his lips, showing her his phone again.

Amelia leaned in, puzzled, to see the content on his phone.

The next second, she lunged to grab the phone!!

He had posted a tweet, writing: I, Christopher Hart, have dissolved my engagement with Miss Lily Garcia, and am willing to compensate generously with billions of dollars. Also, I hereby announce my formal pursuit of Miss Clarke Norton.

"Christopher Hart! You can’t do this! I didn’t agree!"

Amelia was about to collapse.

How did she end up with such a madman?

Domineering, imperious, absolutely infuriating!

Christopher was tall, with his arm raised, she jumped but couldn’t reach.

This fierce struggle between them, through the eyes of the gossiping bystander Shaw, looked exactly like a domineering CEO teasing the naive sweetie.

"Miss Norton can take all the time she needs to gradually understand me, and I am willing to use my utmost sincerity and patience to court Miss Norton."

"Dream on!" Amelia disregarded him, no matter what he said, she was truly opposed!