The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey stared at him for a while before she recognized, as an afterthought, that the person in front of her was Burton.

“Burton seems to be recovering well from his injuries.” Lindsey glanced at the two bikini girls behind him, exchanged pleasantries and made a move to leave: “I have things to do, so I won’t bother.”

The contempt in Burton’s eyes flickered, and he stared at her without question.

No matter before or now, he is full of jealousy towards Bruce. Since the injury, this hatred transformed by jealousy has become more and more intense.

And Lindsey’s appearance, several times indirectly and directly led to the failure of his plan, so his hatred for Lindsey, the same will not die.

The moment she turned around, Burton suddenly grabbed her arm and sneered, “What’s the hurry? You haven’t even negotiated the compensation for the pain you caused me yet.”

Lindsey glanced sideways, like a frightened deer, blinking innocently at him, “Are you sure you want to talk about it?”

Anyone familiar with Lindsey knows that whenever she shows this expression, there is usually only one outcome: someone is going to be unlucky.

Unfortunately, Burton did not know that, in his opinion, Lindsey was just stunned, deliberately so delayed, so as to wait for help to appear. Because without Old Mr. Grant’s protection, she’s nothing, and crushing her is like crushing an ant.

He tightened the force of his hand, he approached, his eyes boldly traced the shape of her full and attractive lips, and suddenly lowered his head and kissed it.

Unfortunately, before he could kiss, there was a palm mark on his face, which was hot and painful.

“You!” Burton was furiously glaring at Lindsey, the word “you” said half a day, but did not say a reason.

“Not convinced?” Lindsey contemptuously let out a cold snort from his nose, patted his right hand that hurt a little, and calmly stepped away: “One thing I forgot to remind you, Old Mr. Grant always wanted me to go back to The Grant family.”

Burton hated and angry, immediately dumped the stunned female companion, and again struck.

Although Kevin had mentioned many times that Lindsey’s kung fu could not be beaten by ordinary people, but he rarely took it to heart. He is also a member of the army, so it’s not a matter of minutes to clean up a little girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing.

Lindsey’s beauty, like a rose with thorns, constantly stimulates his desire to conquer. In addition to a Bruce’s woman, just thinking about it, let him can not help but blood spurting.

Unfortunately, after exchanging a few moves, his mind changed, only this repentance came too late.

“Let go of me!” Burton spat out a mouthful of sand and shouted indignantly, “Aren’t you afraid of ruining Warren’s future if you treat me like this!”

“Afraid …” Lindsey chilled her face and curled her lips conspiratorially: “I’m scared to death, but there’s no surveillance here, so Burton your plan has failed again. ”

The words, without mercy a hand knife to the back of his neck, followed by a dangerous eye on the two bikini girls, warning: “Did I just hit someone?”

“No!”

“No!”

The frightened bikini girls, both hugging each other, shook their heads like a rattle: “We didn’t see anything.”

“Very well.” Lindsey lazily straightened up and took out her cell phone to call Edward.

She didn’t want to do it, but Burton was too much of a bully! Moreover, she hated being threatened.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

A few moments later, Edward came over with the hotel’s security guards, and was angry and amused when he saw Burton with a face full of sand, lying on the ground in a mess.

After instructing the security guard to send the man back to his room and informing the security department to delete the surveillance, Edward looked at Lindsey, who looked as if nothing had happened, and shook his head with a bitter smile: “Did he hurt you.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not that fragile.” Lindsey hands copied pockets, gaze obscurely looking at the waves of the sea, sighing quietly: “Give you trouble.”

“What words.” Edward smiled comfortingly, his voice low and gentle: “Go back to your room to rest first, there is a night play.”

Lindsey looked back at him, smiled and spat out her tongue, and ran away with a bounce.

Anyway, I believe Burton won’t go around preaching about being knocked unconscious by himself.

“Lindsey, how about I arrange two bodyguards for you?” On the way back, Edward muttered worriedly, “I’m really quite worried.”

“You’re underestimating me too.” Lindsey took two steps forward like a rabbit and turned back to make a face at him, “From now on, I promise not to run around when there is no drama, that’s all right.”

Edward was lost in her mischievous look and nodded involuntarily, “Whatever you say.”

Lindsey saw that he agreed, and suddenly smiled happily, a pair of eyes, curved into a lovely crescent moon.

Edward stopped again and watched with fascination as the afterglow of the sunset jumped on her brow, reddening her fair forehead and gilding the dusty face with a faint golden glow.

And the spirit of the figure, more like from the painting out of the general, breathtakingly beautiful.

Almost subconsciously, Edward quickly unlocked his phone screen saver and took a picture of this scene.

Lindsey noticed his action and stopped, frowning in displeasure: “Edward, why are you taking pictures?”

“I’m not taking pictures?” Edward’s pleasant laughter, like the sound of a cello, low and gentle: “I am openly shooting, right?”

Lindsey was speechless, but she didn’t bother to argue with him. Ever since she signed the movie contract, Edward’s biggest hobby is to take pictures of her from time to time with his cell phone.

When she returned to the hotel, Lindsey saw that there were still three hours before the night shoot, so she couldn’t resist proposing to go to the city to eat seafood congee.

Edward’s face is difficult: “The hotel restaurant also has seafood congee, when all the shooting is finished, I will take you to eat wherever you want to go.”

Lindsey smiled and acquiesced to his proposal, and went into the lobby.

Lindsey was so tired that she went back to her room and fell asleep.

The next day, she woke up at noon, she washed up, changed into a light T-shirt and jeans and opened the door, but there was a door god outside. To be precise, it was a fresh-faced bodyguard she had never seen before.

Lindsey thought it was Edward’s arrangement and said without thinking, “Go back and tell Edward that I don’t need a bodyguard.”

The bodyguard’s back was straight and his face was expressionless as he looked straight ahead: “Sorry young lady, I only follow Mr. Grant’s orders.”

Lindsey’s footsteps stopped and she looked back at him incredulously, “You said you were arranged by Bruce?”

The bodyguard nodded coolly, obviously not willing to explain too much.

When she saw this, Lindsey was reminded that when she first met Cary and Carl, they looked like this, and she had mixed feelings. She doesn’t deny that she still thinks about Bruce, but something has happened that she can’t forget.

After a second’s pause, Lindsey took a deep breath and took out her cell phone to dial the number. The new phone did not contain Bruce’s number, but that set of numbers had been in her mind for a long time, and had come up again and again on countless sleepless nights.

The phone is connected, Lindsey listened to his familiar voice, full of fire instantly turned into aggression: “Bruce, we have ended, please do not disturb my life again, OK.”