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

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

What?

"..."

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

"I an, 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 arrangent by heaven."

Alia almost had an internal hemorrhage, and after a mont, she scoffed coldly, "Only Mr. Hart could shalessly 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."

"!!!" Alia 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 ?"

"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!"

Alia 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 alone, I’ll be going back soon, all these commotions here have nothing to do with !"

"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 ho."

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

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

Alia 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 extrely 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 soone else?"

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

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

"You!"

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

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 overseas!"

Furious to the extre, Alia 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 co 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 ands 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 an? Do you intend to restrict my personal freedom?"

"I didn’t say that."

Alia looked at his pretentious, aloof deanor, clenching and unclenching her fists. Just when she was about to lose her patience and physically attack, her phone chid.

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.

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

Before she had ti to get clarity, a ssage ca through on WhatsApp. She took out her phone to check, and was...speechless.

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

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

"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 comnt 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 sothing fishy about her! Was she cursed? Is she revealing this herself?]

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

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

The comnts were a disordered ss, covering all kinds of topics.

While Alia was browsing the comnts, Lily Garcia posted another blog post.

[My account was hacked! The words above were not said by . 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 ho.]

Alia 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 sa as hers.

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

"What exactly do you plan to do about this?" Alia 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.

Alia 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 engagent 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!"

Alia 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 ti she needs to gradually understand , and I am willing to use my utmost sincerity and patience to court Miss Norton."

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