Scum Daddy Dreams Of Stealing My Mommy!

Amelia's emotions were exceptionally chaotic, fearing an accidental encounter with Christopher, she only wanted to flee quickly.

But before her thoughts could settle, her phone rang.

"Miss Norton, have you arrived? Our boss is very busy, can you hurry up?" Mr. King urged over the phone.

Clarke Norton was her current name.

Norton, after her mother's surname.

Amelia felt extremely apologetic and stuttered, "Mr. King... I was just about to look for you, something... some unexpected matters have come up on my end, can we reschedule for next time?"

"What?" The voice on the other end was startled, and quickly said, "Miss Norton, you can't do this! We had an appointment, isn't it bad to cancel at the last minute? Our boss is waiting!"

"..." Amelia hesitated.

"Miss Norton, are you dissatisfied with the price?"

"No, that's not it."

"Our boss handles myriad affairs and pushed back several meetings to come here, and now you suddenly cancel, I'm going to be scolded to death!"

Amelia, feeling embarrassed by the other party's words, could only agree, "Alright then... I'm truly sorry, I'll come up now."

"Okay, okay." The man on the phone obviously breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling somewhat guilty, Amelia fished out a pair of sunglasses from her bag, deliberately keeping her head down and using her long hair to cover her face, then headed towards the elevator.

It seemed that Mr. King, their wealthy client, was no easy person to deal with, even making his own staff tremble with fear.

Hoping that the meeting would go smoothly, she thought it wouldn't matter if they didn't reach an agreement on this business deal.

With the resolve to face whatever may come, Amelia stepped out of the elevator.

The 888 Presidential Suite was easy to find.

However, before she reached the door, someone came out from inside.

"Mom, don't worry, Christopher pushed back several meetings to accompany me, we're just waiting for the designer now."

A familiar voice, familiar... name.

Lily Garcia?!

Amelia's nerves tensed, the woman in front of her on the phone was like a bolt from the blue!

Could it be, that the difficult elderly client was Lily Garcia?! With Christopher?!

Heavens—

The woman finished her call and turned around.

Amelia just happened to walk past her.

For that instant, to say there wasn't the slightest bit of panic and palpitation would be impossible.

But no matter how the tides churned within her heart, how her ears roared, her demeanor remained calm and composed.

From behind the sunglasses, her eyes glanced at the door number, 888, that's right.

So, these two were indeed her "big-time patrons".

Hah, how fate plays tricks on us!

Lily, however, had no idea that she had just brushed past Amelia.

After finishing her call, she pushed the door open and walked in, smiling coyly at the man who was clearly impatient, "Christopher, what shall we have for lunch after you're done with business?"

"I don't mind, whatever Hope wants to eat," the man responded with unmoved brows, his voice indifferent.

"..." Lily's nails dug into her palm, yet her face revealed a compliant soft smile.

"Lucas King, why hasn't he arrived yet?" Christopher Hart glanced down at his watch, his tone displeased.

His time was precious, and in this world, besides his darling daughter, no one else was worthy of his wait!

Lucas was startled, "President Hart, I've just called to hurry her, she has already arrived—"

Before he could finish, his phone rang again, and as he looked at the caller ID as if receiving a pardon, "President Hart, she must have arrived, I'll go out and meet her."

But before his hand could reach the doorknob, he suddenly exclaimed, "What? You left? Miss Norton, we've already paid a deposit..."

In the elevator, Amelia spoke calmly and steadily, "As per the contract, I'll pay three times the deposit; I'll have my assistant transfer the money to you shortly. I'm truly sorry."

"It's not about the money, Miss Norton—" the client tried to interject.

"I'm really sorry, please ask your boss to find someone more capable," she said, cutting the line.

Lucas King, frozen behind the door, was sweating profusely.

Turning to face Christopher Hart's grim gaze, he stuttered, "President Hart... Miss Norton said she won't take this business deal and is willing to pay triple the deposit."

The man's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Lily jumped up, "Why? Everyone flew back from Europe especially, and now she says she won't do it?"

Lucas was tense, "I don't know why..."

Christopher stood, his words sparing, "Let's go."

"Christopher!" Lily quickly caught him, pleading, "Christopher, quickly have someone check, she's already back in the country, why would she suddenly change her mind?"

"Here's a card," the man replied, pulling out a card and handing it to her.

Lily was momentarily stunned, then understood—it was for her to shop as she pleased, but...

She softened her tone, "Christopher, you don't understand, her works are now all the rage in Europe, very hard to book! We just got her back to the country..."

Before Lily could finish, the door was pushed open again, and the cries of a child came flooding in.

Upon seeing his daughter, Christopher who had just had a chilling presence a second ago, immediately embraced his little girl with immense tenderness as she lunged into his arms from the nanny.

"What happened?" Seeing his daughter's tears, Christopher was distressed and questioned the nanny.

The nanny was extremely nervous, "I don't know... Miss was playing with the ball downstairs, everything was fine, then she suddenly started crying, and was saying something, but I couldn't make it out..."

"There must be a reason; she wouldn't cry for no reason."

With that, Christopher sat down on the sofa with his precious daughter on his lap, took a soft cotton cloth, and gently wiped her tears.

"Hope, don't cry, tell Daddy who bullied you. Daddy will take care of them!"

The man's actions perfectly illustrated what it means to be "uttering the fiercest words while doing the gentlest deeds."

Hope, her tiny body shuddering with sobs, wrapped her pink chubby hands around her father's neck, whining, "Hope... Hope saw Mommy... It was the real Mommy, not just a photo..."

Christopher's brows furrowed suddenly.

Lily, suppressing the jealousy in her heart, stepped forward, "Hope... what nonsense are you talking about? Your mother isn't here."

"I'm not talking nonsense, it was Mommy!" she retorted fiercely to Lily, then clung to her father's neck and cooed, "Daddy, Daddy, Hope wants to find Mommy... We need to hurry, Mommy is downstairs... Mommy is so pretty, even prettier than in the photos..."

Witnessing his daughter's tear-streaked eyes flickering, Christopher felt the urge to pluck the stars from the sky for her, let alone find a person.

"Alright, Daddy will go with you, don't cry anymore, sweetheart."

The tenderness and patience Christopher showed his daughter were worlds apart from the cold and terse attitude he had just shown Lily.

And with that, the man arose, his daughter in his arms, and headed straight out.

Lily became anxious, struggling to maintain her composure, "Christopher, the child is talking nonsense, what are you doing going along with her antics? Amelia disappeared four years ago—"

But she cut herself off mid-sentence.