Alia suddenly turned around, her eyes fixating on him with fury mixed with humiliation.
This jerk!
Thinking about such nasty things early in the morning!
He’s the epito of a wolf in sheep’s clothing!
Seeing the woman staring at him in horror and anger, Christopher Hart gave a faint smile and casually explained, "I just thought... since you don’t love him, you probably wouldn’t sleep with him, right?"
"But adults have needs, which isn’t sothing rare. Besides, you are so..."
He then scanned her body with a laser-like gaze, his eyes intensifying montarily. He coughed, slightly embarrassed, and asked, "Did your figure improve after giving birth?"
Subconsciously, Alia pulled her coat around herself and hissed angrily in a low voice, "Christopher! Can you be any more shaless? In front of the children, have you no sha at all?"
The man snorted, "These two brats don’t understand anything!"
Noah, hearing himself referred to as a "brat," imdiately looked up and glared, "Old man! Don’t take advantage of my mom!"
Ha—
Mr. Hart unexpectedly laughed, raised an eyebrow, and playfully twisted his eldest son’s ear, "Oh, you understand?"
Alia didn’t even want to look at him and disdainfully turned her head away.
Right then, the elevator arrived, and everyone walked out.
At the bottom of the steps, a large and imposing extended SUV quietly waited.
Alia didn’t recognize the vehicle and was about to ask where his car was parked when Christopher Hart had already spoken up, "This one here, it’s for picking up and dropping off the kids at school. It was ordered from abroad and air-shipped here last week, just got the paperwork done."
...
Navigator Lincoln Presidential, known as the "King of Thousands of Ships," its appearance exceptionally dominant, and the interior extrely luxurious.
Unlike Christopher’s other luxury cars, this one had more space, and the rear seats were arranged face-to-face, to facilitate conversations with the kids during the ride.
As the car door opened, Hope, who was already inside, imdiately smiled and called for her mom but disregarded her brothers.
Alia smiled back at her daughter and got into the car with her sons.
Unexpectedly, Christopher followed them in.
She puzzled, "Aren’t you driving?"
"Fuller’s driving. I’m staying with you guys."
"There’s no room for you in the back."
The four seats facing each other were just enough for her and the kids.
The man smiled, lifted his daughter, "Sweetheart, daddy will hold you while we sit."
"This isn’t safe!"
"It’s fine, we will buckle up." Christopher Hart, why sit upfront with Fuller when he could enjoy family ti in the back?
Alia glared at him.
But glaring was useless.
The man settled down with his daughter and secured the seat belts.
For his daughter’s safety, he specifically had her sit facing him, guarding her with his arms.
"How about it? The seat is spacious; it won’t inconvenience your daughter." Having arranged everything, Mr. Hart slightly raised his eyebrows, a look of ’look how clever I am’ on his face.
Alia knew that talking to him was a waste of breath, so she simply buckled up without engaging further.
The mighty and imposing Navigator Lincoln smoothly drove away from the residential area.
No one noticed that as they left, a delivery man riding a small yellow bike arrived, stopping to take out his phone, with the back facing them.
As the luxury car departed, the delivery guy put away his phone and looked at the video.
The mont the car door opened, its luxurious atmosphere was evident.
A life of the top-class wealthy, a dream unimagined by ordinary folks like him.
After watching, he opened WhatsApp and sent out the video.
Lily Garcia was still asleep when her phone rang. Groggily, she reached for it.
The new phone was a gift from the delivery guy.
Not yet familiar with the interface and unable to unlock it with her eyes closed, she reluctantly opened her eyes and sat up frowning.
After entering WhatsApp, she saw he had sent a video that lasted about ten seconds and casually tapped to open it.
As she watched, her blurry eyes gradually widened with a sharp and hateful glare.
"I heard them talking, it seed like they were taking the kids to kindergarten. I’ll find so ti to follow them and see if I can find the location of the kindergarten."
When the voice note ca through, Lily Garcia listened and imdiately replied, "Big brother, are you kidding ? You, on an electric scooter, chasing their Navigator Lincoln?"
Mocked by her, the man squeaked and then, trying to please her, asked, "So... what do we do? I’m worried you might get impatient..."
"Impatience won’t get things cooked any faster, I’m not worried. Just hang around that neighborhood a bit more, you’ll find a chance."
"Hmm, then I’ll go deliver food first."
Ending the voice chat, Lily Garcia opened the video again, growing angrier as she watched, her hand gripping the bedsheet almost tearing the fabric.
Alia Garcia...
Christopher Hart!
A pair of adulterous scum!
They caused her such misery, yet they have a family with children, flamboyantly reuniting, riding around in luxury cars with a chauffeur, enjoying a privileged life above others.
That bitch Alia even claid she never cared for the Hart Family!
Hypocrite! Disgusting!
And seeing those two little boys made her even more enviously discontent.
It was utterly unfair of God to let her have triplets in one birth! And each one of them so handso!
Tsk tsk...
Such handso and adorable children, if she could get her hands on them, to slash their tender skin with a knife and leave so scars...
Hahaha.
The woman laughed maniacally as she watched the video.
"Christopher Hart! Don’t bla my ruthless actions, you forced to do this! You wronged first!" After her sinister laugh, Lily Garcia gritted her teeth and yelled into her phone.
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In the luxurious comfort of the car, Alia Garcia was advising her son about things to be mindful of at kindergarten.
"Don’t fight with the other kids, be more yielding, if sothing happens, go talk to your teacher, don’t be picky with food..." and so on.
Christopher Hart watched her with interest, finding this side of Alia radiating an attractive maternal glow, even her nagging sounded charming.
Noah looked at his mom and glancing at Scumbag Father, protested discontentedly, "Don’t keep staring at my mom!"
Mr. Hart laughed, "Why are you more overbearing than ?"
"Hmph, you don’t look like a good person."
"I’m your dad, what son talks to his father like this?"
"Scumbag Father!"
"..." Christopher Hart, frustrated yet unable to stand up since he was holding his daughter, could only sneer, "Keep being arrogant! In the future, there will be plenty of ti to set you straight!"
Alia initially didn’t want to respond, but after hearing this, she couldn’t hold back, "You should set so rules for yourself first. Grown so old yet childishly quibbling with a kid."
Christopher Hart looked at her again, but the woman turned her gaze out of the window.
He furrowed his brows slightly, then suddenly asked, "You still haven’t answered , did you and Kane actually taste the forbidden fruit?"
He had analyzed it; emotionally, they hadn’t gone that far.
But it was possible for accidents to happen between adult n and won, or due to physical needs, they might have crossed that line.
So he wanted a clear answer.
At his words, the woman’s face turned red in an instant, and she whipped her head around to glare at him, "Will you ever stop!"
"Just tell , and it’s over."
"Why should I reveal such a personal matter to you?"
"Oh... so, there’s nothing. You two are clear."
"..." Seeing the smugness almost spilling from his eyes, Alia didn’t want to give him that satisfaction, so, thick-skinned and with burning ears, she retorted, "Of course, there was. He has much more stamina and skill than you, why embarrass yourself by asking?"
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