Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 387: Transferred to the Homeless Man
Amelia Miles ignored Victoria Don and looked towards Sarah Moore who was preparing.
"Brooke, is it ready?"
Sarah Moore glanced at Victoria Don, nodded, "It’s ready."
This Victoria Don really knows how to act.
She was already suppressed by Damon Hawke into the dust, yet unexpectedly returned to Damon’s side using dark arts.
But evil does not suppress good.
She will eventually pay the price.
Sarah Moore arranged the hypnosis tools neatly.
Her gaze inadvertently swept outside the window, where she saw a disheveled homeless man’s silhouette, and her almond eyes flickered.
A sudden idea sparked in her mind.
An idea that could punish Victoria well.
"What are you trying to do? Let go of me, I warn you, don’t mess around, help!"
Victoria Don didn’t know Sarah Moore, but seeing the tools on the table, she realized they were hypnosis items.
They’re going to hypnotize me!
No!
"Elly, you go out first."
Sarah Moore had the bodyguards tie Victoria Don to the sofa with ropes, then signaled everyone to leave.
Amelia Miles wanted to stay and watch, but she knew her best friend disliked being disturbed while working.
"Okay, I’ll wait for you outside."
Amelia Miles and the bodyguards left the room.
Sarah Moore got close to the terrified Victoria Don and snapped her fingers by her ear.
"Victoria, sleep. Once you sleep, everything will come true."
The woman’s voice, though grating, carried an eerie appeal.
Victoria struggled to resist with all her might, but her eyelids slowly closed involuntarily.
"Sleep, Victoria, let me tell you a story."
Sarah Moore began to hypnotize Victoria Don.
"Four years ago, you met the true love of your life. His English name was Mark, a billionaire who once spent lavishly on you. You were close to discussing marriage plans when Mark’s business unexpectedly failed."
"For four years, he tried to turn things around, hoping to make you his bride in grand style, to be the happiest bride in the world. But ultimately, he lost everything in the marketplace and became a homeless man."
"You’ve been searching for him, swearing that no matter how he changes, you’d love him and accompany him for life. Even if he spends the rest of his life picking garbage, you’d be unwavering and regretless..."
Sarah Moore quietly infused Victoria Don with her emotional world.
This was her newly thought-up punishment for Victoria.
Make her transfer her love for Damon Hawke onto a homeless man!
Ideally, she’d never abandon this homeless man for life.
Flashes of thought crossed Sarah Moore’s mind, her eyes gleamed slightly.
If she made Victoria love a homeless man, could Damon’s "Gu" be directly transferred to the homeless man?
Victoria had already fallen into a deep sleep.
Sarah Moore finished the hypnosis and stood up to head outside.
Outside, Amelia Miles was waiting for the result.
Seeing Sarah Moore emerge, she quickly asked, "Brooke, is it finished?"
Sarah Moore nodded, "Elly, I have a good candidate who might become the new host for Mr. Hawke’s ’Gu’."
Hearing this, Amelia Miles widened her eyes.
"Who?"
"A homeless man."
Amelia Miles: "..."
In the luxurious suite on the 12th floor, receiving Sarah Moore’s call to come down, Frost Moore was still researching matters related to the ’Gu’.
"Brooke, did you say there’s a candidate now? What kind of person?"
"It’s a homeless man."
A homeless man?
Frost Moore raised an eyebrow, "Who found him? That’s really outrageous."
Imagine, who would want to stick with a disheveled homeless man for life!
Incredible!
"It was a spur of the moment thought. Brother, please come down."
Sarah Moore chuckled over the phone, and Frost Moore picked up his medical kit, heading down to the suite on the third floor where Amelia Miles and Sarah Moore were.
On the sofa in the suite, the homeless man looked close to fifty.
Bearded face, he was curled up, cautiously eyeing the people around.
Frost Moore, upon entering, immediately smelled a foul odor, probably emanating from the homeless man.
He furrowed his brows, pulled out a white handkerchief to cover his nose, looking slightly disdainful.
"Brooke, is it him?"
"Hmm, Brother, please check if he’s suitable?"
Sarah Moore smiled, walked over to Frost Moore, and asked.
"Where’s the main person? Without them, how will I know if it’s doable?"
Frost Moore let the air’s odor settle somewhat, then tucked the handkerchief into his pocket.
"Mr. Hawke should be arriving soon; Elly went to get him," Sarah Moore said.
Just then, Damon Hawke and Amelia Miles pushed the door open and entered.
"Mr. Moore, Tom has arrived; please check if the ’Gu’ can be moved from him,"
Amelia Miles eagerly asked.
Frost Moore glanced at her, then at the homeless man monitored by two bodyguards on the sofa, who dared not move, and said, "Mr. Hawke stays, the rest of you go out."
The examination was about to begin for these two.
Amelia Miles looked at Damon, gave a reassuring smile.
"Don’t be afraid, I’ll be waiting for you outside."
Damon Hawke: "..."
Am I that vulnerable?
But, it felt nice being cared for like this.
Amelia Miles and Sarah Moore stepped out.
Outside, Chase Quinn dutifully awaited by the side, silent.
Amelia Miles smiled at him, "Chase, thank you."
He both captured the person and swiftly brought Damon Hawke over, and even investigated the homeless man’s background—truly a conscientious subordinate.
"You’re welcome, it’s my duty," Chase Quinn replied respectfully.
Amelia Miles curved her lips but said no more, waiting outside with Sarah Moore, feeling somewhat anxious.
Hopefully, this homeless man can become the new host.
Then Damon would be saved.
Soon, the suite door opened, Frost Moore stood at the entrance.
Amelia Miles promptly asked, "Mr. Moore, how did it go?"
"That person can be the new host."
With these words, Amelia’s spirits rose, eyes filled with excitement.
"Really? Mr. Moore, please quickly transfer Tom’s ’Gu’ to him."
Frost Moore glanced at her, "Miss Grant, though he’s a homeless man, he hasn’t done anything wrong. Transferring the ’Gu’ to him doesn’t seem quite fair, does it?"
Hearing this, Amelia Miles said, "Mr. Moore, don’t worry, we’ve checked his background. He indeed hasn’t done anything wrong but is a lone wanderer, without a home. Sending him a beauty for the rest of his life as a reward isn’t a bad deal, is it?"
These words seem reasonable.
Frost Moore looked at her again, saying no more.
"Wait outside, Brooke, come in and help."
"Okay."
Sarah Moore responded, gave Amelia a reassuring smile, and walked into the room with Frost Moore.
Amelia Miles’s mind swirled, she clasped her hands, silently praying.
