Christopher Hart was busy until six o’clock before he left the company.
Alia Garcia had changed her residence, he knew it, so he drove there directly.
However, after knocking until his joints hurt, there was still no response.
He always rembered Benny Palr’s words, can’t get angry, can’t lose his temper, must show sincerity.
But facing this situation, he still lost his patience.
"Alia Garcia, open the door!"
"Alia Garcia!"
Even if he raised his voice, all that answered him was silence.
Helpless, he had to take out his phone and dial.
"I’m sorry, the number you have dialed is currently busy..."
Busy?
He took his phone away for a mont, puzzled, then knocked again, "Alia Garcia, open the door! I’m here to pick up Hope, the police said you took my daughter!"
It was probably because his banging on the door was too disturbing that a neighbor couldn’t help but open their door and say, "There’s nobody ho, right? Why don’t you try calling?"
Nobody ho?
Could it be that she’d been out playing with Hope the whole ti?
Turning to enter the elevator, he dialed the number again, still getting a busy signal.
Dropping his phone, he suddenly realized, it wasn’t busy — he had been blacklisted!
That damned woman!
On the way there, he had rehearsed countless scenarios in his mind for when they t, imagining her surprise or indifference or lack of reaction —
But the reality was a complete shutout! Even his calls were blacklisted!
Was this her revenge for being blacklisted by him so ti ago?
When the elevator arrived, he stord out and sent a voice ssage on WhatsApp, "And you told to keep calm and be sincere. This kind of woman doesn’t deserve it!"
Benny Palr had also just left work and was stuck in rush-hour traffic when he heard the voice ssage; he instantly understood.
So he called to show concern.
Christopher Hart didn’t want to listen to his "nonsense" and hung up directly.
Young Master Palr had no choice but to send another voice ssage, "Did you not find her? What’s there to be angry about? Isn’t it normal for her to take the kid out?"
Christopher Hart couldn’t be bothered to reply.
No one ho and a blacklisted phone — this was definitely not as simple as taking a child out.
She must have calculated that he would co for her!
Seeing that he wasn’t responding, Young Master Palr pondered for a while before sending another ssage, "Didn’t you overdo it? Could it be that Alia really ran off with the child?"
Christopher Hart was initially absolutely certain she couldn’t get away!
But now that he couldn’t find anyone, a sense of panic inexplicably set in, and he rembered Kane’s noble foreign status; it was like a thunderclap next to his ear!
— Could it be, she actually took Hope away?!
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Alia Garcia originally hadn’t planned on it.
But Kane gave her a wake-up call.
"Actually, last ti, if it weren’t for her suddenly falling ill with a fever, I already had a helicopter lined up that could have taken her to Macau, planning to et with you later to leave the country together."
Alia Garcia rembered this and her heart started to pound.
"Can you still arrange it now?"
"Of course. But what worries is that she’s recently had major surgery and is still in recovery — you know helicopters are different from Boeing and Airbus planes; they’re much louder, shake more, especially during takeoff and landing. Even adults are severely discomforted by it, let alone..."
Kane didn’t finish his thought, but the hope that had begun to rise in Alia Garcia’s heart was shattered again.
She’d been in a helicopter abroad, it really... the vibrations and turbulence were quite severe!
Hope had had surgery less than a month ago; she couldn’t, out of selfishness, disregard her daughter’s safety.
She abandoned the idea and tossed the passport she had been rummaging for back.
However, as the passport fell, two sheets of paper floated out.
Alia Garcia was startled, frowned, bent over and picked them up to see they were the endpaper of the passport.
Strange, how could it have fallen off?
She picked up the passport again and opened it, only to be so shocked that her eyes nearly bulged out!
Two pages had been torn out of her perfectly fine passport?
And precisely those with her identity information!
This...
Heavens!
She stared at the passport for quite a while, racking her brains over when this could have happened.
Noah and Ethan might be mischievous, but they would never tear things up like this...
After much thought, there was only one possibility!
It seed that when Christopher Hart forcefully took her from the airport, the bastard took the chance to act!
Nobody else would stoop so low for such a filthy deed except him!
Thank goodness she didn’t head straight to the airport with Hope, or else when they checked their docunts upon leaving...
This son of a bitch!
Completely unreasonable!
As the sun set, Kane sent a ssage: Christopher Hart has left the company.
Despite their brothers’ deep reluctance to say goodbye, Alia Garcia still had to take Hope away.
Unlike when they arrived, Hope’s wrist was now adorned with a phone watch, storing Alia Garcia’s number, Snow Fitch’s number, and Noah’s children’s watch number.
"Brother, let’s keep in touch by phone, oh!" Hope said, waving her small hand outside the door.
"Mm, bye," the brothers replied, reluctant and without saying much, they cast a silent glance at their mother.
Alia Garcia inford Noah, signaling him to take good care of his brother at ho, then she closed the door and left.
She had no intention of going back to her place since Christopher Hart would certainly be looking for her after work.
Mother and daughter got into the car, and she turned to look at her daughter, "Baby, let’s go grab so dinner."
"Mm-hmm," Hope replied, engrossed in her new phone watch and nodding.
And so, as Christopher Hart was angrily banging on the door and calling repeatedly, Alia Garcia was dining in a restaurant with Hope.
After dinner, the little girl was so sleepy she could hardly keep her eyes open.
Guessing that Christopher Hart would be furiously searching for them, possibly mobilizing his resources soon, she held her sleeping daughter in her arms, took out her phone, and found that number from the blacklist.
She sent an address.
Then, she sat in the car, holding her sleeping daughter, waiting peacefully for him to arrive.
To have a proper talk once he got there and make things clear.
From now on, to each their own path.
Christopher Hart received the ssage just after he had reported Alia Garcia’s license plate number to the police station’s authorities.
Seeing the ssage, he clenched his phone, took a deep breath and suppressed a pang of pain in his chest.
This damned woman!
She definitely did it on purpose!
He threw down his phone, started the engine, swung the steering wheel, and the large luxurious Cullinan surged through the dark night, like a fierce beast launched into attack.
Alia Garcia sat quietly for half an hour when a car ca head-on, aiming straight at her, its glaring lights making her frown tightly.
In the dizzying halo of white light, she could barely make out a tall figure stepping out of the car, approaching with an aggressive manner.
She smiled silently, then turned her gaze back to her still-sleeping precious daughter, and whispered tenderly, "Daddy’s here to pick you up. I’m sorry... Mommy has to leave you again..."
The smile on her lips gradually solidified, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Christopher Hart knocked on the driver’s side window.
But what ca down was the rear passenger window.
The woman’s face peered out slightly, her tone cool and distant, "Hope is asleep, don’t disturb her."
Christopher Hart was taken aback, his face flushing with embarrassnt, and he walked to the rear window and blurted out, "Alia Garcia, are you playing gas with ?!"
"What if I am just playing you, what then?" she replied defiantly, with a challenging expression on her face.
Christopher Hart was so enraged by her that he clenched his teeth, balled his fists, and was left at a loss for words...
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