Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 234: In Their Control

Upon hearing this, Damon Hawke felt a surge of energy.

"Thank you, Uncle Miles."

"I told you, no need to thank me."

Gabriel Miles waved his hand and glanced at Evelyn Miles.

When he saw the tear stains on Evelyn’s face, his expression darkened.

"Samantha, why are you crying?"

Evelyn Miles quickly wiped her tears and smiled, "I wasn’t crying, an eyelash accidentally fell into my eye just now."

Upon hearing this, Gabriel Miles nodded, "I thought someone bullied you. If anyone dares to bully you in front of me, I won’t stand for it."

"Of course not! Tom, hurry and go handle your business with uncle." Evelyn Miles said with a smile, changing the subject.

Damon Hawke hesitated, "Alright, Samantha, I’ll do as you say."

Upon hearing this, Evelyn Miles’ eyes lit up, "Tom, thank you."

Damon Hawke did not respond and followed in Gabriel Miles’ footsteps.

Behind them, Evelyn watched the man’s upright figure, a trace of triumph in her eyes.

Her mother instructed her to keep Damon Hawke with her for the day by any means, and preferably to prevent him from looking at his phone.

Damon Hawke is deeply loyal; once she helps him, as long as she plays weak and uses emotional manipulation, he will certainly compromise.

Sure enough, he compromised with her!

Everything was under their control.

Though she wasn’t sure why her mother wanted Damon Hawke to stay in Crestfall for a day.

...

Sea City.

Elara Don entered the Golden Grove, where she had agreed to meet Jack Clarke.

She wore an earpiece in her ear, and Wayne Landers’ voice came through.

"Elly, my people found undercover cops disguised today at the club, not sure if the police are planning something."

Upon hearing this, Elara Don’s eyes flickered slightly, "It’s okay, it’s even better if there are cops, if something really happens, we can turn to them. Any other problems?"

"Currently, there don’t seem to be any issues. I’m in the next room; if anything comes up, I’ll get to you immediately."

"Okay."

Feeling reassured, Elara Don then entered the private room where she was going to wait for Jack Clarke.

Beep.

Her phone rang.

Elara Don glanced at it; it was a message from Jack Clarke.

"There’s something I have to deal with, wait for me."

"Okay."

Elara Don pursed her lips and sent back a short reply.

After waiting for a while, Elara Don felt a bit nervous and wanted to use the restroom.

So she picked up her purse and headed to the restroom.

After quickly finishing, she stood at the sink washing her hands, and a woman with long hair appeared beside her.

The woman seemed to have had one too many drinks, her walking was somewhat unsteady.

Elara Don took a glance at her and found that the woman was also looking at her.

The woman’s gaze was strange, causing Elara Don to feel an inexplicable chill.

Probably due to being drunk?

Elara Don pursed her lips, picked up her purse, and prepared to leave.

Just then, the woman stumbled toward her.

Elara Don was startled, dropping her purse to the ground.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry."

The woman hurriedly apologized, picking up Elara Don’s purse.

Elara Don quickly grabbed the purse and, after smiling, left in a hurry.

The person behind her flashed a wary gaze and quickly left.

Outside, Jack Clarke was hiding in a corner, impatiently looking at his phone.

The boss behind the scenes asked him to stay outside temporarily and wait for his instructions.

He’s been waiting for almost twenty minutes; why hasn’t the order come yet?

Beep, a message came in.

"Go in."

Finally, he could go inside.

He wasn’t sure what the other party was planning, making him wait before going in and then having to chat with Elara Don for a while.

He had plans to ask Elara Don for money anyway, so it didn’t matter if he was delayed a bit longer.

Jack Clarke put his phone back in his pocket and strode into the club.

Inside the private room, Elara Don took a sip of water and glanced at the time, preparing to call Jack Clarke and ask how much longer he’d be.

At that moment, the door to the private room was opened, and Jack Clarke finally arrived.

Elara Don pursed her lips, watching him take a seat.

"Did you bring the money?" Jack Clarke asked Elara Don.

Elara Don took out a card from her bag and placed it on the table.

"The money’s on the card; it doesn’t have a password."

Seeing it was a card, Jack Clarke frowned, "Why not cash? Elara Don, you wouldn’t be trying to trick me, right?"

"Cash is too heavy and easily attracts attention. You can check the balance on the card."

Elara Don said calmly.

Jack Clarke glanced at her, then began to check.

At this time, a waiter knocked and entered to refill their water.

After checking, Jack Clarke satisfactorily put the card in his pocket and then took a large gulp of water.

"Jack Clarke, now can you tell me who instructed you to kill my mom?"

Upon hearing this, Jack Clarke chuckled, "Miss Thorne, the person behind me is very powerful. If you want to live peacefully, you best not snoop around."

Elara Don looked at Jack Clarke’s evasive attitude, her brows furrowed.

"Jack Clarke, you don’t need to worry about my safety. Just tell me who instructed you!"

What was wrong with this man?

He asked her out only to start evading questions now.

Did he never intend to tell her the truth?

"Well, Miss Thorne..."

Suddenly, the door burst open, and several undercover officers rushed in with stern expressions.

"Nobody move, raise your hands."

Both Elara Don and Jack Clarke were startled, and before they could react, officers were already moving to restrain them.

"Let go of me! What’s this about? What crime did I commit?"

Seeing the police, Jack Clarke panicked and was the first to speak.

"Officer, you must have the wrong people!"

Elara Don was equally shocked, hurriedly asking.

An officer was searching the corners of the room while another took her purse, emptying its contents onto the table.

When he saw a small packet resembling flour inside, his eyes lit up, and he handed it to his superior.

"Boss, found it."

The superior took the item, coldly smiling at Elara Don, "We’ve received a tip-off that you’re suspected of trafficking prohibited substances. Please come with us."

Trafficking prohibited substances?

Impossible!

What was that stuff?

Was that a prohibited substance?

How could her purse contain prohibited substances?

Elara Don was completely at a loss!

Beside her, Jack Clarke started yelling, "Officer, you must be mistaken! I haven’t done such things! I’ve been wronged!"

"Caught in the act, yet you still deny it! Take them away!"

The officer coldly shouted, pushing the two out of the room.

As Jack Clarke continued to protest his innocence, Wayne Landers in the next room heard the commotion and immediately dashed out.

When he saw the scene, his expression changed.

Just as he was about to speak, Jack Clarke suddenly started convulsing.

Immediately, his eyes rolled back, he foamed at the mouth, his body slumped, and he fell to the floor.

Everyone stopped moving, and the officers restraining him quickly crouched to check.

"Boss, the suspect seems to have ingested a large amount of prohibited substances and passed out."