Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 228: Found Out

Listening to Samantha’s words, Cole Hawke remained silent.

Samantha probed, "Arthur, do you like Elara Don?"

Cole Hawke paused, not denying it.

"Yes, I do like Elly. So, Samantha, I hope you can make up with Damon Hawke."

Hearing this, Samantha laughed.

"Alright, Arthur, since we share the same goal, let’s form an alliance, and share information from now on."

"Alright."

After hanging up, Cole Hawke curved his lips slightly, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all in one go.

Between power and beauty, what will Damon Hawke choose?

On the other end, Samantha put down her phone and planned to find her mother.

Cole Hawke gave her the advice, she needed outside support.

"Samantha, Mom asked Aunt to make you some sweet soup. Drink it while it’s hot."

Mrs. Grant just pushed the door open, holding a bowl of soup in her hand.

"Mom, you came at the right time, I have something to tell you."

Samantha pulled Mrs. Grant close and spoke.

"What is it, don’t rush, finish the soup first."

Mrs. Grant spoke slowly, passing the sweet soup to her.

Samantha took a few sips eagerly before speaking.

"Mom, I have a way to make Tom and Elara break up, but I need Uncle’s help." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Hearing this, Mrs. Grant showed a trace of surprise in her eyes.

"How so?"

"It’s like this..."

Samantha explained Cole Hawke’s suggestion to Mrs. Grant.

"Mom, let’s not tell Dad about this, or he’ll blame me for stirring things up. Just call Uncle and ask him for help, okay?"

Mrs. Grant listened, nodding.

Hunter Miles, being a movie emperor, saw too much deceit in the entertainment circle, so he strongly disliked cunning in real life.

While his brother Gabriel Miles was different.

Gabriel Miles had been in politics, and a few years ago, he retired early after some issues.

His tactics were far deeper than Hunter’s.

Moreover, matters concerning Samantha, she naturally preferred to discuss with Gabriel.

"Mom understands. Cole Hawke’s idea is indeed good, but why is he helping you?"

"Because he likes Elara Don too, and doesn’t want Tom and Elara together."

Samantha placed the sweet soup down, hugging Mrs. Grant coquettishly, "Mom, hurry up and call Uncle, I’m eager to be Tom’s wise wife."

"Alright, don’t worry, leave this to Mom."

Mrs. Grant affectionately patted Samantha’s hand, agreeing with a smile.

"Mom, you’re so good to me."

"Silly child, you’re Mom’s only daughter, if I’m not good to you, who will I be good to?"

...

Hawke Group CEO’s office.

"Mr. Hawke, the resort project in Crestfall has hit a snag that requires your personal intervention."

Rhun Quinn entered with a file, his expression slightly tense.

Damon Hawke looked up, his brows furrowing slightly.

"What’s the problem? The progress was going smoothly up until now, wasn’t it?"

"It’s regarding the sewage treatment in that area. The government is withholding approval under the pretext of environmental pollution."

Rhun Quinn responded.

Damon Hawke narrowed his dark eyes, contemplating.

The Hawke Corporation had acquired several villages near the river in Crestfall for developing resorts.

Sewage treatment was indeed a major concern.

Being close to the river, proper waste disposal measures had to be in place.

They had communicated with the government departments previously, and relevant leaders assured him to proceed without worry.

Why the sudden block?

"Got it, I’ll head over immediately to check it out."

No time to lose, Damon Hawke prepared to make the trip.

"Also, Mr. Hawke, about the incident seventeen years ago involving Ms. Thorne’s mother’s car accident, I’ll send the info I’ve gathered to your email now."

Rhun Quinn recalled the matter, promptly informing.

"Alright."

While buttoning his suit, Damon Hawke paused, not leaving yet, instead opening Rhun’s emailed documents.

Elara Don’s mother, Lina Quinn, was an orphan raised in a welfare institution.

During her upbringing, she received support from a charitable foundation under Miles Corporation until she graduated from university.

Upon graduation, she joined Miles Corporation, advancing from a junior clerk to a senior clerk.

For unknown reasons, she left Miles Corporation due to illness two years later.

She later met Troy Don and married him impulsively.

The document contained Lina Quinn’s life history.

Damon Hawke put it aside for the moment.

Then, he reviewed the information about the perpetrator from back then.

The perpetrator was Jack Clarke, a truck driver.

He married a woman while young and had a daughter.

The daughter was diagnosed with leukemia at four but recovered after treatment.

Due to his imprisonment, Jack Clarke stopped being a truck driver and switched to working as a painter on a renovation team.

Studying these two documents, something flashed in Damon Hawke’s deep black eyes.

Lina Quinn attended university thanks to the charitable foundation under Miles Corporation.

And coincidentally, when Jack Clarke’s daughter had leukemia, the entity that paid for her treatment also belonged to Miles Corporation.

Miles Corporation!

The company of Samantha’s father, Hunter Miles.

How coincidental!

Damon Hawke pursed his thin lips, shutting down the computer.

Once he’s back, he’ll investigate this matter further.

See if there’s any unspeakable secret between Jack Clarke and Miles Corporation.

Just stepping out of the CEO’s office, Damon Hawke encountered Elara Don, who came with documents for him.

"Mr. Hawke, are you heading out?"

Elara Don inquired.

"Yes, on a business trip."

Damon Hawke leaned in closer to her, his voice gentle, "Behave and wait for me to return."

This man, can’t he tone down a bit at the office?

Elara Don’s cheeks warmed, wanting to retort.

But when she tried to speak, her words changed.

"Have you found Jack Clarke’s information?"

Without knowing the truth behind her mother’s death, she remained restless.

"Found it. Elly, I’ll explain it to you thoroughly when I return."

Hearing this, Elara Don brightened up, grabbing Damon Hawke’s sleeve.

"Tom, I’m impatient, send me his information, I’ll take a look first."

Seeing the woman’s urgency, Damon Hawke hesitated, directing Rhun Quinn to send the data to Elara Don.

"Elly, don’t act rashly while I’m away. Wait for my return."

Elara Don nodded dismissively, opening the data Rhun sent her right away.

Displeased, Damon Hawke took her phone away, "I’m departing now, see me off downstairs."

Elara Don’s lips pursed, noticing the man’s displeasure, she reluctantly swallowed her anxiety.

"Alright, be careful on the road."

"Mm, you should also behave at home and think of me."

"Got it."

Elara Don obediently saw Damon Hawke off downstairs. Once the car drove away, she exhaled and eagerly took out her phone to read the information.

Jack Clarke, he’s currently a decorator.

Why did he kill her mother back then?

She must investigate personally.

...

The secluded tearoom booth.

Mrs. Grant looked at the middle-aged man opposite her, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and possessing a distinguished presence, asking, "Luke, is everything settled?"

The man was making tea, glanced at her, and motioned for her to sit beside him.

Mrs. Grant gave a gentle smile, rising to sit next to him.

The man handed her the brewed tea, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"How could I not handle what you tasked me with?"