Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 393: The Wife Should Sing While the Husband Follows
The electrical currents carried Serena Wells’ choking sobs.
Benjamin Harper frowned slightly, hurriedly saying, "Don’t worry, at which hospital are you now? I’ll be there immediately."
Serena Wells informed him of her current location, and Benjamin hung up, looking at the few people present.
"Sorry, there’s a matter I need to attend to, I’ll have to leave for a while. Enjoy your meal."
Benjamin stood up, preparing to leave.
"Evan, is something wrong with Annie?"
Amelia Miles had inadvertently glanced over and saw the name displayed on Benjamin’s phone, which was Serena Wells.
"She’s okay; it’s her mother who had a car accident, so I’m heading over."
Benjamin picked up his coat, gave a gentle smile, and left in big strides.
It seems his relationship with Serena Wells is quite good, isn’t it?
Does Benjamin have feelings for Serena Wells?
Amelia Miles pondered silently.
"Let’s eat."
Damon Hawke observed Amelia Miles staring fixedly at the door, and the dissatisfaction he’d just dispelled surged back.
He didn’t like her showing so much concern for other men.
"Oh."
Amelia Miles snapped back to reality, catching Damon Hawke’s displeased gaze, her apricot eyes blinked.
She slowly realized that someone seemed to be unhappy.
Why would that be?
Is it because of Benjamin?
Is someone feeling jealous?
Why is this feeling somewhat thrilling!
"Elly, stay at home tonight. I’ve already asked the auntie to help prepare two rooms for you and the little grandsons."
Hunter Miles spoke with a smile.
Amelia Miles didn’t mind, just about to agree when Damon Hawke voiced, "What about me?"
Did the father-in-law forget about him?
"You? Go back wherever you belong."
Hunter Miles glanced at him, replied casually.
"Elly is my wife, so I think a husband should follow his wife."
Damon Hawke elegantly wiped his mouth, offered a reply.
Hunter Miles looked at him for two seconds, then couldn’t help but laugh softly.
"Boy, I suddenly don’t want to marry off my daughter anymore, I want a son-in-law who joins the family."
Damon Hawke paused his motion, glanced at Amelia Miles, "If Elly agrees, it’s not impossible."
Amelia Miles: "..."
Why put the blame on her?
This guy is really infuriating.
"Haha, do you think Elly would side with you? Elly, tell me, do you want to have a son-in-law who joins the family?" Hunter Miles asked.
Amelia Miles glared at Damon Hawke and laughed, saying, "I’ll listen to Dad."
"Did you hear that?"
Hunter Miles felt satisfied, took a sip of wine, feeling slightly thrilled.
"Okay, let me call Mr. Hawke and tell him that his great-grandson wants to become the Miles family’s son-in-law. From now on, he should treat me nicely. Otherwise, if I’m unhappy, I’ll just kick out his great-grandson."
Amelia Miles: "..."
She didn’t expect her dad to handle things so wildly!
...
Houghton Club.
Craig Landers sat in his private room, looking at the uneasy woman before him, slowly playing with the wine glass in his hand.
The woman had a tall figure and fair skin.
Her eyes had a hint of deep blue, and her loose hair was slightly curled.
She appeared to have mixed heritage.
Quite captivating.
"Mr. Landers, here are Lily Johnson’s details."
The club manager respectfully handed the document to Craig Landers.
The boss wanted him to find a woman, and according to the specifications, he’d found this Lily Johnson.
He hoped the boss would be satisfied.
Craig Landers set down the wine glass and took the documents to glance over them.
Lily Johnson, twenty-one years old, an abandoned child, grew up in an orphanage, parents unknown.
Currently studying at Valemere University, working part-time at the club to support her studies.
This was someone who needed money.
Craig Landers tossed the documents onto the table and let his gaze fall on Lily Johnson’s face.
"Do you need money?"
Lily Johnson slowly looked up at Craig Landers, hesitantly saying, "I do, but I won’t do anything illegal."
She seemed to be a woman with principles.
Craig Landers raised an eyebrow slightly, "Rest assured, I’m a law-abiding citizen. I approached you just to help me with a simple task. Once you complete it successfully, I’ll fund your education and arrange any job you desire."
Hearing this, Lily Johnson’s eyes lit up, and she asked, "What task?"
"A guest on the 12th floor, no matter the means, I want you to keep him in Sea City."
Craig Landers threw another document to Lily Johnson, speaking indifferently.
Keep someone!
Who to keep?
This task was indeed unique.
Lily Johnson picked up the file on the table, and curiously flipped through it.
Frost Moore, Daniel Wilkins...
This was Frost Moore’s life information.
Craig Landers took a sip from the wine glass, staring steadily at Lily Johnson.
Previously, he had investigated the Moore siblings.
Thus he knew Frost Moore had a long-time girlfriend during college.
She was of mixed race and bore some resemblance to Lily Johnson here.
Unfortunately, she suffered from congenital heart disease, keeping it from Frost Moore.
One time, while being overly assertive on an outing with Frost Moore, she died from the condition due to excessive exertion.
Frost Moore was depressed for a year because of this before he gradually regained his spirit.
Therefore, to keep Frost Moore in Sea City, finding a woman similar to his deceased girlfriend seemed a good strategy.
It was up to Lily Johnson whether she could succeed.
If not, he’d think of something else.
"Mr. Landers, I’ve finished reading. Can I go back and prepare?"
Lily Johnson asked tentatively after reviewing the documents.
"No, I want you to complete this task tonight. If you can’t, then consider us never having met."
Craig Landers took a gulp of wine, said matter-of-factly.
Lily Johnson opened her mouth, glanced a bit conflicted at the document in her hand.
Complete the task tonight?
Can she do it?
No confidence.
But thinking of Craig Landers’ terms, she was unwilling to let go.
Just trying wouldn’t be too much trouble.
Mr. Landers also mentioned if unsuccessful, their deal wouldn’t exist.
"Alright, I’ll give it a shot."
Lily Johnson took a deep breath, making up her mind.
"Okay, go ahead. Hope to hear some good news from you."
Craig Landers fiddled with his wine glass, signaling Lily Johnson that she could leave.
"Mr. Landers, I’ll head down too."
The club manager, seeing the situation, spoke respectfully.
"Yes, good work, this month’s bonus will double."
Craig Landers said flatly.
The club manager’s spirit lifted, he hurriedly thanked, and respectfully exited.
Looks like he did a good job this time!
Outside.
Lily Johnson had a troubled expression.
She’d never met Frost Moore, how could she manage to keep him?
Her gaze inadvertently fell on the reflective transparent glass not far away, Lily halted and slowly raised her hand to touch her face.
Mr. Landers must’ve approached her because of this face.
She’d reviewed the documents, Frost Moore’s deceased fiancée bore some resemblance to her.
So, could she leverage this face?
Lily Johnson mused deeply, pondering for a while, before her eyes brightened.
Got it.
Her primary focus now was to ensure Frost Moore saw her.
Only by seeing her would she have a chance to make him stay, right?
