Because Christopher Hart was staring back at her, his eyes cold and sharp as a knife.
"Lily, don't think just because you're a benefactor of the Hart Family that you can speak without restraint." He had finally spoken more words, but they were a fierce warning.
"I..." Lily Garcia watched his dramatically changing deanor, her heartbeat quickening, trembling all over.
"I... I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
As everyone knew, his daughter was the apple of Christopher Hart's eye, and even half a slight was not allowed.
"Co on, Princess, Daddy will take you to find Mommy, okay?" The man turned and walked away, his face once again wearing a spring breeze-like smile, his silhouette exuding gentle warmth.
"Daddy, hurry! Hurry up!"
In Christopher Hart's heart, even if his precious little daughter talked nonsense, he would gladly join in her madness.
It was just looking for Mommy, right?
Even though that person couldn't possibly be her, as long as it cald his daughter, he was more than happy to go along with the search.
Lily Garcia watched as the father-daughter duo grandly departed, stomping her foot in anger.
Thinking of how, for all these years, just because of this little girl's resistance, she had been unable to secure her status. What's more, because the father and daughter were inseparable, she couldn't even get close to Christopher Hart's bed, she clenched her teeth in frustration!
And Alia Garcia, that bitch!
She had been dead for over four years, yet her ghost still lingered!
What could be done to get rid of this dead girl without Christopher harboring any suspicions?
Lily Garcia pondered deeply, then suddenly had an idea and took out her phone to log into WhatsApp.
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"Daddy, why doesn't Mommy live with us?" The little Princess, hanging in Christopher Hart's arms like a squirrel, curiously asked.
The so-called "older brother" was a cousin's child in the family, a year older than Hope, with a sowhat rustic nickna but clear significance.
Christopher Hart smiled and gently scratched his daughter's little nose, "Isn't it okay if Daddy sleeps with you?"
"But Daddy is getting married... Everyone says, once Daddy gets married, he will sleep with soone else, and Hope will be so pitiful, having to sleep alone, and might have nightmares..."
The man's expression darkened slightly, frowning, he turned and asked the nanny beside him, "Who said this?"
The nanny, frightened, shivered, "Well... it might just be a joke from so household servant that the young Miss overheard."
"Fuller."
"Here."
"Check this out later."
"Understood, President Hart." The bodyguard nad Fuller nodded, knowing what to do once the matter was clear, but it was inappropriate to say it outright in front of the Miss.
As the elevator reached the first floor, Christopher Hart's gaze shifted and he smiled again, tenderly saying, "Daddy will accompany no one else, only Baby Hope, until the day I can't anymore."
"Oh! That's great!" The little girl cheered, then quickly asked, "What does 'until the day I can't' an? Does that an Daddy will eventually leave Hope alone?"
Four-year-old Hope Hart, having been born prematurely, was small in stature but possessed intelligence and emotional quotient far beyond her peers.
"Silly girl, when you grow up, Daddy won't be able to be with you."
"Why is that?"
"Well... you'll understand when you grow up."
"Okay..."
As father and daughter chatted, passing through the lobby, the little girl pouted and then suddenly shouted, "Mommy! It's Mommy!"
Christopher Hart followed his daughter's pointing direction and saw a woman just getting into a car under the hotel porch, the doorman closing the car door for her.
That silhouette sparked a familiar image in his mind!
—The woman he had seen at the airport yesterday!
A sudden tightness gripped Christopher Hart's heart, unable to describe his feelings at that mont.
Could two chance encounters really just be accidents, coincidences?!
Could there really be two people so alike in the world?
"Daddy, daddy, hurry! It's Mommy!" Hope Hart urged as she bounced in his arms, the man's eyes tightly focused as he unconsciously quickened his pace.
However, by the ti they reached the door, the Maserati was already speeding away.
In the driver's seat, Alia Garcia, as if by telepathy, unconsciously glanced in the rearview mirror as she drove away from the porch.
That look captured both her eyes and soul with the image in the mirror!
It was Christopher Hart!
The image of the father and daughter in the mirror grew smaller and smaller, Alia's heart pounded wildly, a buzzing ringing in her ears.
What was happening?
It looked like they had co out specifically looking for her. Had Christopher Hart discovered her presence?
"Daddy... that is Mommy, I didn't lie, did I? You need to send soone to chase her! I want Mommy! I don't want Aunt Lily to be my stepmom! Fairy tales say stepmoms feed pretty little girls poisoned apples, how scary..."
Hope Hart was anxious, continuously bouncing in her dad's arms, her chubby little pink hands slapping his face, her mouth nonstop talking.
But Christopher Hart remained motionless, staring at the departing car, his expression solemn, his gaze dark and unfathomable.
"Fuller."
"Here."
"Did you see that woman just now?"
Fuller explained, "Miss was playing with a ball, it rolled towards soone, it seed... it was that woman."
"Seed?"
Fuller ashadly admitted, "Subordinate... just noticed it was a woman, at the ti she even tried to follow us, we thought it was a suspicious person, so we quickly stopped her. Subordinate was only thinking of Miss's safety, and didn't... didn't see the woman's face."
In front of a straightforward man, even the most beautiful woman was just a living creature, nothing more.
Christopher Hart gave Fuller a cold look.
Fuller's head hung even lower, "Next... next ti I'll pay more attention, look at won's faces more..."
Christopher Hart: "..."
"Daddy, Hope is talking to you!" The little girl beca frantic, slapping his handso face loudly.
Christopher Hart then ca back to his senses, "Okay, daddy will have soone look for her." He turned to instruct his assistant, "Lucas King, check that license plate."
"Yes."
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Alia Garcia was driving when she imdiately called her best friend.
"Snow, I ran into Christopher Hart and Hope."
"What?" Miss Fitch, who was dealing with genius brothers, was startled and hurriedly went to the balcony with her phone, "What happened? Did they see you?"
"No... I ran into Hope, she seed to sense sothing... then she brought Christopher Hart out, but I slipped away in ti, we didn't face each other directly."
Alia briefly explained what had happened, and anxiously asked, "Do you think Christopher Hart might suspect sothing?"
"Probably not..." Snow Fitch was stunned, exclaiming, "This is too dramatic. Your cranky custor, that's actually Christopher Hart and Lily Garcia? You had no idea before?"
"I had no idea!" Alia was also frantic, "I was always contacted by a man with the last na Wang, how could I think his boss would be Christopher Hart?"
Such a small world, haunted by persistent bad luck!
"Heh, truly a cursed connection." Snow still found the mood to joke.
Alia was not in the mood, murmuring anxiously, "No... Christopher Hart is cautious and suspicious, I feel like he will definitely investigate! Snow, quickly pack up the brothers' luggage, I'm coming back right now!"
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