Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 354: Handle It for Her Directly

"I’ll go with you," Victoria Don insisted on following.

"No need."

Damon Hawke deliberately softened his voice, "You focus on learning from the secretary at the company, aim to finish quickly and become my right-hand person."

What he needed to do now was stabilize her.

Someone had promised they would find a way to cure him.

"Alright then, Tom, I’ll definitely become your right-hand person."

Even though Victoria Don was reluctant deep inside, hearing Damon Hawke speak to her in such a gentle voice, she suppressed her impatience.

At this point, she’s not in a hurry.

Once she’s learned the ropes here, she can be with him every day.

Damon Hawke went to a dock by the sea.

The sea breeze blew, carrying the salty air, as he struggled to sift through his memories.

However, his mind was empty.

All he could recall were the memories instilled in him by Vinny Hawke and Andrew King.

The original base of the Netherworld Organization used to be near this sea area.

Later, under his persistence, they turned a new leaf, merged with Peak Architecture, and have now secured a position in traditional industries like construction.

"Master?"

A probing voice came from behind.

Damon Hawke turned slightly and saw Chase Quinn staring at his back.

Damon Hawke recognized him as his assistant in the Netherworld Organization, and nodded slightly.

Chase Quinn was excited to see Damon Hawke here.

"Master, are you here because you’ve remembered something?"

He had already heard from Andrew King about Damon Hawke’s situation, knowing that he had no memory left and was under someone’s control.

Really hoping the master has returned to his former self.

"I came here just to revisit old haunts, see if I could remember anything."

Damon Hawke stood with his hands behind his back, looking out at the sea.

Chase Quinn couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed, but he still pulled himself together.

"Master, how about I tell you about the past?"

Damon Hawke gave him a glance, nodded, "Okay."

Maybe listening to more stories about himself could speed up the recovery of his memory.

"This sea area was our base. When we were kids, I accompanied you here to learn swimming. You learned to hold your breath; once you dived to the bottom and didn’t come up for ages, scared me to death..."

Chase Quinn slow and steady started narrating his experiences with Damon Hawke, sharing what he had seen and heard.

Time passed by little by little, and Damon Hawke listened intently, gaining more understanding of his past.

"Master, it’s timely that you came today, I have something to report to you."

Chase Quinn, having said almost everything, remembered something when he saw the ship on the sea and spoke quickly.

"What is it?"

"I’ve discovered that Uncle is secretly acting again. He’s colluded with some overseas criminals and will have some goods shipped in tonight." Chase Quinn reported truthfully.

"What goods?" Damon Hawke’s dark eyes narrowed as he inquired.

"A large batch of contraband."

Contraband!

Damon Hawke’s eyes darkened, "Whose cover are they using?"

For these contrabands to pass through layers of checkpoints, it must be hidden very well.

And it certainly must be brought in through a big company.

"I believe they’ve latched onto the Miles Corporation’s ships."

Miles Corporation!

Wouldn’t that be under Amelia Miles’ responsibility?

If something goes wrong, Amelia Miles would be the first to suffer.

Damon Hawke frowned, his thin lips pressed lightly together.

"Master, the Miles Corporation is currently in charge by Miss Thorne, I mean Miss Grant. I’ve received information that Uncle’s batch will arrive at the port tonight, should I inform her immediately?"

Chase Quinn was a bit anxious because Amelia Miles got involved.

She was the master’s most beloved woman, the one he deeply respected as his mistress.

She must not be implicated.

"If you tell her the truth now, what do you think a little woman can do to stop it?"

Damon Hawke gazed out in front, a mysterious light flickering in his dark eyes.

He realized that there must be someone within the Miles Corporation colluding with Henry Harris, wanting to see Amelia Miles in distress.

If Chase Quinn hadn’t discovered Henry Harris’ movements, Amelia Miles would definitely encounter misfortune tonight.

"Master, are we just going to watch Miss Grant come to harm?"

Chase Quinn looked at Damon Hawke, a bit anxious.

Damon Hawke stood with his hands behind his back, his handsome face full of calm.

"Of course not, don’t make a fuss, just help her solve it directly."

To strike at the opponent, you must strike unexpectedly.

He waited to see some of those within the Miles Corporation in anger and despair.

"Alright."

...

Night fell.

Amelia Miles arrived at the dock with some workers from the Mile Corporation.

This dock was familiar to her.

Previously, Victoria Don had pushed her into the sea, and Damon Hawke had pretended to be a thug to save her.

Recalling that memory, she couldn’t help but smile.

If Damon Hawke hadn’t lost his memory today, she would definitely drag him here, reminisce while working.

It would be so interesting.

Amelia Miles sighed softly in her heart and took a deep breath.

There’s no rush; once she’s finished her current tasks, she’ll find a specialist in Vexia.

She must be able to cure Damon Hawke.

The phone rang, surprisingly abrupt in this vast place.

Amelia Miles picked up her phone and glanced at it, it was the head of the Miles Corporation’s transport department.

"Hello?"

"Miss Grant, this is bad, we were attacked at sea, and all the cargo on the ship has sunk."

"What!"

Amelia Miles’ eyes widened in disbelief, "How could this happen?"

"I’m not sure of the details, I just know the attackers were masked, probably from the Netherworld Organization."

People from the Netherworld Organization!

Wouldn’t that be related to Damon Hawke?

Why would he attack ships belonging to the Gallant Company?

Was it his order, or did someone act behind his back?

Amelia Miles clenched her phone tightly, her expression quite grim.

Just as she was about to make a call, a ship slowly docked nearby.

Amelia Miles postponed the call and hurried over to meet the person who got off the ship.

"Miss Grant," the person in charge called out.

Amelia Miles said nothing and ran straight onto the ship.

The cargo ship was empty, with no materials anywhere.

"Where’s our cargo? It’s just gone like that?"

They were shipping a batch of medical equipment, of considerable value.

Gone just like that?

"Apologies, Miss Grant, those people were too wild, they just came on board and snatched everything."

The person in charge looked furious and apologetic.

"Is everyone okay?"

Amelia Miles steadied herself and hurriedly asked.

"Everyone is fine. Strangely, they didn’t hurt anyone; they just stole our goods."

The person in charge looked puzzled.

No harm to people, only taking goods?

Why?

Amelia Miles furrowed her brows thoughtfully.

At this moment, the sound of sirens rang out, and moments later, several police cars surrounded Amelia Miles and her team.

Amelia Miles was taken aback and looked at the approaching officers, bewildered.

The leading officer wore a serious expression.

"Miss Grant, we’ve received a report that you are involved in the illegal transport of contraband. We need to inspect the ship."

Amelia Miles: "..."

She’s transporting contraband illegally!

Who’s stabbing her in the back!