The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Selena pursed her lips, not intending to take her up on it, her eyes faded as she turned to walk out the door.

Lindsey was unfazed by her attitude, she was just sticking up for her best friend, it didn’t matter.

Larissa, scared out of her wits and slightly uncomfortable, tells her that Selena was there when Aurora pressed her for her mobile number. Finishing with a nervous look on her face.

“Is that all?” Lindsey couldn’t help herself, “These worldly girls are so idle. You’re right, don’t mind them.”

Larissa put her mind completely at ease and turned to the gossip of the circle.

Lindsey didn’t care much for gossip and didn’t want to continue in the circle, so she used it as a way to relieve her boredom.

“By the way, did you hear something.” Larissa suddenly lowered her voice in the middle of her sentence. “According to the grapevine, Edward is getting engaged.”

“Uh …” Lindsey flinched, then whirled away laughing. “Isn’t that a good thing.”

Larissa gave an exaggerated shrug and laughed, “But a lot of Edward crushes are going to have their hearts broken.”

Lindsey nodded in agreement, but in the back of her mind she was thinking how nice it would be to stop being engaged and just get married, to save Edward from going nuts on her over nothing.

After lunch, Lindsey went back to her flat and took a nap, then got up and turned on her laptop and followed the study sheet Matt had given her, putting on her headphones and practising her F pronunciation.

At 4pm, Assistant Chen called and told her that she was meeting some old friends from the classroom to enjoy some tea and calligraphy at the Imperial Restaurant and asked her to come over sometime.

Lindsey had to squeeze in some time even if she didn’t have it, and Professor Lee asked her to go.

When she arrived at the door of the restaurant, she saw Edward getting out of the car and raised an eyebrow. “You’re on fire today?”

Edward pursed his lips and was about to deny it, but she suddenly laughed, “Bruce and I are an unmarried couple, is this jealousy too nonsensical for you?”

“And you know it.” Edward’s face slowed down to a particularly helpless look. “I wonder if you can read minds.”

“No need to be so arcane.” Lindsey narrowed her eyes, a smile growing on her lips. “I’m thinking about not hanging out with you anymore.”

Edward blushed slightly. “Promise there won’t be a next time.”

“A promise.” Lindsey smiled at him mischievously and twisted her head into the courtyard.

Lindsey and Edward entered the small courtyard that had been set aside for them and found an inconspicuous place to sit.

Although Chu’s illness is stable, he is still not to be taken care of. Lindsey gives him some advice and notices that Aurora is here, too, and frowns.

The odds of meeting her everywhere she went were almost negligible in a cosmopolitan city of tens of millions of people. So this good show was, I feared, another arrangement by someone with an agenda.

Edward saw Aurora too, and raised an inky brow, lowering his voice to clear her doubts.

Before Aurora left the country, she had studied Chinese painting with a teacher. It was no surprise that her master was present today.

Lindsey nodded thoughtfully, remembering what he had mentioned last time, about the Red Society and the Medical University, and couldn’t help but whisper to enquire. “You have a good relationship with the Red Society?”

“Chu does some charity work every year and has worked with the Red Society for many years.” Edward told the truth. “If you wanted to set up a fund, Bruce would have said so, so why work on it yourself.”

“But that would take the fun out of it, and The Grant family is The Grant family and I’m me.” Lindsey laughed, and when she heard Professor Lee greet her, she got up and went over.

Aurora was quiet, but her eyes were still unfriendly. lindsey sat down, listened to Professor Lee’s introduction, and extended her hand in kind. “It’s an honour to meet Miss Aurora.”

“An honour for me too.” Aurora’s lips curled in disdain, then returned to normal for a moment.

Lindsey pretended not to see her expression as she quietly and carefully worked on Professor Lee’s ink, not that it was her turn to speak up in such an occasion.

Professor Lee wrote a piece of calligraphy and sat down. The old men passed it around, and then someone suggested that Lindsey and Aurora should each write a piece of calligraphy in order to determine who was the best.

“There is no need to distinguish between the best and the worst in writing and painting, as every stroke and ink comes from the heart. It would be less interesting if we had to distinguish between the best and the worst.” Lindsey responded with a smile. “Miss Aurora is no match for me.”

Professor Lee gave her an approving look, dismissed the idea and moved on to other topics.

The group had all seen Lindsey’s writing and had wanted to take the opportunity to test her today, but when the daughter of The Palvin family came along, it was not an option.

If he wins against the daughter of The Palvin family, it will be because Lindsey doesn’t know the rules, but if he loses, he won’t feel comfortable.

He has never been wrong in his choice of pupils.

Aurora glanced at her with a sneer in her heart. It was no wonder that she had been praised by everyone from Old Mr. Grant down to the old school.

She had no idea what she was capable of, and she had no idea what she was capable of.

Lindsey didn’t miss the hatred in her eyes, but her face was taciturn.

We chatted until after five o’clock, when Edward ordered the chef to prepare drinks and the group was seated for dinner.

Aurora’s patience ran out, so she ate a few bites and left.

As soon as she left, Professor Lee told Lindsey that she would have to quiz her later.

Lindsey wondered about this, but when she saw how happy he seemed, she dismissed the idea of asking.

After dinner, Edward himself went to fetch a pen, ink, paper and ink stone and watched Lindsey write on the spot with a smile on his face.

Lindsey was in tears and, in keeping with the nature of the old gentleman present, wrote six pieces of writing in one breath, put the pen down and stepped aside.

As required, the words could not be read immediately, but had to be taken back to be tasted before a grade was given.

Edward waited for the ink to dry, put them away one by one and put them in the box he had prepared, lowering his voice to tease Lindsey. “Professor Lee doesn’t take his other students so seriously, so he has no confidence in your grades at all.”

“I’m not confident in myself either.” Lindsey joked, helping as if nothing was wrong. “Promise me the painting, and don’t you forget it.”

“Really?” Edward was taken aback, he thought she was just saying that.

Lindsey threw him a look that brooked no argument, picked up the box and left with Professor Lee and the others.

After the weekend, things got busier and busier at the Academy, and with the new film gradually entering the promotional phase, Lindsey’s days were like a war.

On Thursday, after the press conference for the film, Lindsey left the hotel and went to the car park without waiting for Edward’s assistant.

The hotel was also one of Chu’s properties, so there was a dedicated garage in the underground car park.

Lindsey stepped out of the lift and was unexpectedly stopped by some men just as she stepped into the garage.

These men looked similar to the ones who had stopped her countless times before, and all of them were tightly muscled, definitely not ordinary groupies, but more like fighters.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Lindsey’s face grew grim as she was forced backwards. But before she could do anything, Hector suddenly appeared in front of her, holding off the men for her, his voice harsh and calm. “Young lady, you go first.”

“The other side is very powerful, you are no match for them alone.” Lindsey frowned, this was the underground car park of the hotel, the mobile phone signal wasn’t too good, it was obvious that it was a carefully arranged set up.

“My job is to keep you safe.” Hector’s words remained cold. “Please leave.”

“Even if the two of us join forces, I’m afraid we’re no match for them.” Lindsey was unmoved: “My creed is never to betray a friend, nor will I allow a friend to get hurt for my sake.”

“In that case, be more careful.” Hector was moved by the word “friend” in her mouth and his admiration for her grew.

It had been a quiet few days since Bruce had left for Hong Kong Island, and Lindsey thought Burton had learned to be wise, but she hadn’t realised that it was easy to change one’s ways.

In fact, there are many drivers at the Grant Residence, but Bruce is stubborn and always asks Cary to pick her up. This time, Cary was also going to Hong Kong Island, which is why the driver was changed temporarily.

As for Carl, he is now the Vice President of the Grant Group’s marketing department. If he is asked to be Lindsey’s driver, not to mention that he is not convinced, even Lindsey herself would not dare to take his car.

Hector ducked his head and parried, but Lindsey was even quicker than him, and he was able to hit him with a direct hit.

The fight went on for several rounds, but Lindsey suffered a shoulder injury and realised that if the fight continued like this, she and Hector could only be taken prisoner.

Kicking one of the knife-throwers out of the way, she dodged closer to Hector and said anxiously, “You’re going to follow how I fight, or no one is going anywhere.”

“Good.” Hector had already seen her sick ways once, so he nodded without hesitation, “Promise not to hold back.”

Lindsey sighed in relief and when she struck again, she was no longer polite, ruthlessly using the best moves her grandfather had taught her.

The fusion of Tai Chi seemed gentle, but when combined with the close combat skills of a special forces soldier, it was a deadly move.

As the wailing grew louder and louder and the number of men left standing dwindled, Lindsey could not continue with the pain in her back and retreated to the side to shout orders to Hector.

“Grab wrist and push forward, back hard, spin. Three inches of calf bone on the foot, military boots at your service.” As her voice fell to the ground, the last of the thugs was under Hector and completely defenseless.

Lindsey frowned and moved her limbs, looking bland as she stepped forward and asked, “Who told you to come?”

“Nobody …” The man looked at her in horror, his body shaking even harder, “We just wanted to grab some money to spend.”

It was a familiar refrain, nine times out of ten when someone came after Lindsey, it was for that reason. She looked down at herself, at the line of clothes that cost no more than $5, 000, and smiled.

Standing up, she counted the people who had fallen to the ground and inclined her head to Hector, “Call the police or?”

“No police, Carl’s car will be in the garage soon, we have other ways to deal with them.” Hector wiped the sweat from his face and looked at her with concern. “Did you hurt your shoulder badly?”

“Not much, don’t tell Bruce I’m hurt.” Lindsey wiped the sweat from her forehead and smiled easily, lifting her finger to point at the car, “Chris is in trouble, his head’s all split open.”

Hector followed her fingertip and darted a quick glance at Chris, the driver, who had been knocked unconscious, and a bitter smile spread across his lips.

Carl had arrived quickly, in a Costco commercial vehicle, and without saying a word, he had knocked the man on the ground unconscious and thrown him into the car like a sandbag.

The whole process took less than three minutes, and he threw all the men who were looking for trouble into the car.

Lindsey watched the scene calmly, thought for a moment and then fished her mobile phone out of her bag to call Bruce.

Lindsey waited for Hector to move Chris to the back seat and set off for the hospital with a sad face.

Edward arrived in the car park three minutes later and didn’t see Lindsey’s car, so he thought she had gone back.

As he leaned over to pull open the door, he overlooked that his car appeared to have been scratched and there was some blood vaguely falling on the floor.

“Ruben, look at these on the ground, are they blood stains.” Edward instantly tensed up and crouched nervously to the ground to check.

“It’s blood, it looks like a fight just happened here.” Ruben, the assistant, also knelt down to look and his face instantly turned white: “Could something have happened to Lindsey?”