The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

“No way!” Edward instinctively blurted out, immediately getting up and getting into the car. “Get out first.”

“Okay.” Ruben, the assistant, followed in a panic and fired up the car to drive it out of the car park.

Pulling onto the ground, Edward reached for his mobile phone and called Lindsey first.

When he found out she was all right, his heart slowly dropped and he said to Ruben, “Tell the hotel security department to save a copy of the video they captured immediately and then delete the original video from the mainframe.”

“Okay.” Ruben dared not ask more questions, steered the car to the side of the road and immediately notified the hotel’s security department.

The nearest hospital to the hotel was the third hospital, the emergency department.

Lindsey made sure Chris was okay, let Hector know, and went to find Brother Jimmy with a bitter face. Her left shoulder was badly injured and had to be treated promptly.

Hector didn’t feel comfortable with her and left someone to look after Old Mr. Grant while he quietly followed him.

Lindsey knew he was following, but didn’t bother with him. Once inside Jimmy’s office, the door swung shut with a hard grunt. “Senior …”

“What’s wrong with you little sis!” Jimmy was startled and nervously went over to hold her up. “Where’s it hurt?”

Lindsey grimaced and lifted a finger to point to her left shoulder, clutching his arm weakly. “Help me with it, something’s not right with the bone.”

Jimmy pursed his lips and helped her to the next treatment room, where she was told to lie down on the bed.

Lindsey was so uncomfortable that she didn’t move when she was on her back, and she still trusted her brother’s technique.

Jimmy readied himself and carefully lifted her left hand, finding the injured area and applying sudden force. “Got into a fight?”

“Well …” Lindsey bared her teeth in pain and took a while to get over it.

After about ten minutes of resting on the bed, barely recovering, Lindsey got out of bed and thanked him bitterly. “I realise I’m a real rabble-rouser, I just told you a few days ago that you should improve and then something really happened.”

Jimmy helped her back to his office, barking out instructions and asking nothing.

Lindsey came out of his office and saw Hector standing not far away, raised her eyebrows and smiled at him, took out her phone and called Bruce, but instead of saying anything about being stopped, she asked when he was coming back.

“Miss me?” Bruce’s smile sank in. “I have to stay for another day to finalise the details of the contract, and I’ll go back after I sign it.”

“Missed you a little, I might not be able to pick you up when you get back, I’ve been crazy busy lately.” Lindsey smiled back, reminding, deliberately or not, “You take extra care not to let on that you’ve fully recovered from your injuries.”

At this end, Bruce’s heart immediately rose with alarm and he asked seriously, “Are you in trouble.”

“No, you should be asking if I’m in trouble with someone else.” Lindsey smiled and brushed the matter off lightly. “Chris got knocked down when he drove up to pick me up this morning.”

“Was it serious.” Bruce’s voice steepened a few notches. “What did he say.”

“A couple of small-time thieves, all cleaned up.” Lindsey finished, remembering with a start that Carl would have informed him immediately if he’d asked for the results, and added, “Hector and I moved.”

“It’s good you’re okay, let Hector step in and deal with this situation in the future.” Bruce knew Lindsey didn’t want to talk about it and instead asked playfully if her selfie from this morning looked good.

The mention of it irritated Lindsey and she immediately changed her face. “You’re a pornographer.”

“What’s wrong with me being horny and thinking about you?” Bruce defended himself shyly and said soothingly, “Okay, I’m not going to joke with you, just wait for me to get back and miss you.”

Lindsey huffed in response, ending the call and walking over to Hector’s side, nudging towards the disposal room, “Still not done?”

Hector nodded, looking at her with a little more respect. “Is it going to be okay?”

“Minor injury, don’t tell him, and don’t you make a move, Carl will deal with this when he finds out.” Lindsey tugged at the corners of her lips and found somewhere to sit.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Hector nodded silently and after a moment suddenly asked if she could teach him what she had just taught him, all over again.

Lindsey was slightly stunned, then smiled broadly and agreed readily.

Hector himself was in the Special Forces and had been discharged due to injury. He was even more skilled in close combat than Lindsey, so she only talked about the composition of the human skeleton and a few tips on how to stay alive in times of crisis.

As she finished talking, Chris was bandaged up and left the disposal room with his head hanging.

The house seemed empty in Bruce’s absence, and it was a bleak place to be in.

Weary, she went back to her room and drifted off to sleep on the pillow with his scent on it. In the evening, Matt came to class on time and Lindsey’s speaking improved rapidly, although her accent was still very noticeable. To correct this, Matt gave her a list of books to make sure she read.

“It’s all original books, Matt you’re so mean.” Lindsey read the list of books and her little face immediately fell. “Is it okay to watch the movie?”

“Read them all.” Matt didn’t waver at all. “You finish the original F-text and I’ll make a separate list for the movie.”

“Then I feel like I can go die a death.” Lindsey wailed. “I don’t want to learn the F language.”

“That’s a question for you to speak to Bruce.” Matt said lovingly. “I’m responsible for every student, so don’t you let me down.”

Lindsey looked at him miserably and nodded helplessly. “Well, I will try to finish these books so as not to bring your glorious history into disrepute.”

Matt couldn’t help but laugh at the look on her face.

The next few days were spent almost entirely on Lindsey’s hands and knees, and her back was pretty much recovered from the injury.

Bruce, who had repeatedly delayed his return, finally returned and was called to Nine Lakes Mountain by Old Mr. Grant as soon as he got off the plane.

Lindsey received his call and got into the car driven by Cary, so tired that she closed her eyes straight away and faked sleep all the way to the door.

The weather was getting hot and the front of the small building where Old Mr. Grant lived had a lush green lawn and a small vegetable patch.

Lindsey got out of the car, tired, and when she saw Old Mr. Grant weeding the vegetables in the field, she perked up and ran over to help.

Old Mr. Grant gave her a happy look and feigned displeasure, “I heard from Jack that you’ve been busy for a while, why did you have time to come over as soon as Bruce got back.”

“Ahem …” Lindsey choked on her saliva and laughed dryly, “Because I missed you, and besides, the post at the bottom of the hill wouldn’t let me come by myself.”

“So it’s my fault?” Old Mr. Grant deliberately sank his face. “I’ll have Jack go and see which of the boys is so ungrateful as to stop you at the bottom of the hill and not let you go.”

“It’s none of people’s business …” Lindsey gave an embarrassed look, her cheeks burning red. “I was not wanting to increase people’s workload.”

“After all is said and done, you’re the one who has a point in everything.” Old Mr. Grant’s tiger eyes flinched as he grabbed the weeds from the garden. “How are you settling in at school?”

Lindsey froze and winked wisely. “Very well, thank you, Grandpa.”

Old Mr. Grant narrowed his eyes and let out a long, quiet sigh, and Lindsey smiled bitterly as she saw this and guessed that he knew what had happened the other day. No parent would want their children and grandchildren to turn against each other, especially in a family as large as The Grant family.

If Burton had been peaceful, I don’t think Old Mr. Grant would have really left him alone.

“Study hard and spend more time with me when you can.” Old Mr. Grant spoke again, in a forlorn tone. “I’m getting old and you all don’t treat each other well.”

“Who dares to say you are not treated well.” Bruce came over unhurriedly, smiling and helping Lindsey out. “She’s a rat’s ass.”

Old Mr. Grant glanced back at Bruce, his eyes moistening as he smiled and got up to greet Lindsey, “Go wash your hands and tell Jack to set up the board and play chess with me today.”

“Mmm.” Lindsey was relieved and winked mischievously at Bruce.

The board was set up and the three grandchildren sat down at the stone table under the tree to talk and play.

When the game was over, Lindsey was convinced that she had lost, but Old Mr. Grant was not yet satisfied and would have played again if the guard had not come to inform him that Kaley and her son had arrived at the bottom of the hill.

Although Old Mr. Grant did not like Burton as a grandson, it was inappropriate not to see him now that his daughter had brought him here.

Putting the board away, Old Mr. Grant’s stern gaze fell on Lindsey and he said, “Did that boy Burton come after you the other day?”

Lindsey nodded. “Didn’t work out though.”

A thoughtful look crossed Old Mr. Grant’s face as he turned his head and instructed Bruce, “Get back in your wheelchair.”

Bruce answered and turned to go into the living room.

Lindsey opened her mouth and followed him in as if nothing had happened. Once inside, Bruce pulled her over to him and held her firmly in his arms. “I’m sorry I didn’t take care of you.”

“I’m fine, don’t be nervous.” Lindsey took hold of his chilled hand and pushed him into the wheelchair, sitting on his lap with her butt in her hand and wrapping her arms around his neck with a delicate smile. “Grandpa’s old enough to turn a blind eye to some things as long as they’re not too much.”

Bruce rubbed the top of her head, wordlessly agreeing. He didn’t know that his grandfather was too old to be irritated, and if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have continued to tolerate Burton at all.

Before he was far away in the sea, he had an excuse for what he had done, but now that he was back, he was no longer to blame for his ruthlessness.

Lindsey felt his nerves tense up and blinked, offering to kiss him on the cheek.

The evidence from the accident had yet to be gathered and with Kaley targeting him at every turn, he was having a hard time. His body could heal with the right treatment, but the pain in his heart was something he had to grit his teeth over, which was rather unfair to him.

“I’m fine, it’s nothing when you’re with me.” Bruce’s eyes darkened and the strength of his arms tightened unconsciously.

All he wanted was for Burton to make a move, and when pushed, the clues were sure to show. But he wasn’t sure about Kaley, she was the most scheming of all, compared to his aunt and Burton, and he had to be careful.

Lindsey patted him and got up to go outside to keep Old Mr. Grant company.

As soon as Burton saw Old Mr. Grant, he stepped across the lawn excitedly and sat down next to him, “Hello, Grandpa.”

Old Mr. Grant nodded his head with a light expression and looked at Kaley with a deeper meaning, “Why did you come here without checking in first, this is Nine Lakes Hill, not the Royal Garden.”