The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

The figure disappeared so quickly that Lindsey thought it was just her own illusion.

Bruce did, in fact, pass outside the courtyard door, accompanied by Terence and another man with a cold face.

Bruce had arrived earlier and he had no idea that Lindsey had returned. Even less did he know that he was, at one point, just a wall away from her.

“What’s going on in this courtyard, how are the other guests going to dine with all the noise.” Bruce stepped out some distance and saw the manager coming and couldn’t help but frown. “Go check it out and tell them to pay attention.”

“Right away …” The manager wiped his sweat and wanted to tell him that the person who had booked the table was Edward, but hesitated and didn’t.

After Lindsey left, the business was all managed by Carl and Cary, who took over and had a meeting to make sure they all remembered that there was only one young lady in The Grant family.

The news was all over the place, saying that Edward had abducted the young lady, and when that was said, there was no telling what would happen.

Bruce was completely surprised that it was Lindsey and Edward who had arrived, and after explaining the situation, he continued on his way out.

When he came to the parking area in the outer courtyard, he spoke softly to Terence, pulled open the car door with his head down and sat in with grace and ease. “To Nine Lakes Mountain.”

“Not going back to the old house?” Cary said tentatively as he turned around, “Want to enquire when the young lady will be back?”

Bruce waved his hand and closed his eyes without a word, the lines of his increasingly hard face covered with a sullen, despondent look.

The car pulled out of the Shabu Shabu and slid smoothly into traffic, driving at an even pace in the direction of Nine Lakes Mountain.

The south courtyard of Shabu Shabu was always full of laughter and happiness.

Lindsey has been drinking fruit wine with the locals in Africa for the past few years, so her drinking has become more and more impressive. But she has always been a non-drinker and stops when it’s too late, so no one can persuade her.

Edward also drank a lot of wine and looked at Lindsey with a deep smile on his face.

Some of the members of the medical team saw the scene and started to cheer again, “Together! Stay together!”

“Stop it guys, I’ll hit someone when I’m drunk.” Lindsey deliberately put on a stern face and said in a serious manner, “Whoever has itchy skin just stand out.”

After three years together, everyone knew Lindsey was a good fighter and as soon as she finished speaking, the noise stopped without a trace.

The courtyard was silent for a second, and then burst into a fit of giggles.

After lunch, the group chatted for a while and then dispersed.

Lindsey and Larissa got into the car together and followed Edward’s car as they set off for the Mayfair residence.

The carriage was a bit stuffy, with the old singer’s husky voice humming a beautiful love song.

Larissa leaned back in her seat with a drowsy head and looked sideways at Lindsey, whose cheeks were flushed and slightly drunk, and hesitantly said, “There’s something I don’t know if I should tell you.”

“Go ahead, I’m in a vajra state of mind, I’ll take whatever you say.” Lindsey curled her lips lazily. “Is it something to do with The Grant family again.”

“No, it’s the fiancée that Edward settled on after he left.” Larissa sat up straighter, her voice soft. “The Hawke family arranged it, I hear, and the wedding is feared to be soon.”

“It doesn’t matter who arranged it.” Lindsey hiccuped and covered her mouth with a demented smile. “Edward and I are just friends, and don’t worry, I won’t be staying very long when I come back this time.”

“Back home to visit my grandfather’s grave.” Lindsey let out a breath and turned lazily to look at her. “I haven’t visited his grave in three years.”

Larissa saw her eyes suddenly red and couldn’t help but reach out and pull her into her arms for a hug. “Do you want me to stay with you?”

“You’re so sweet, sister.” Lindsey rested her arm, tears dripping out at once, and shook her head gently. “Grandpa has lived in the ravine all his life, he doesn’t know any big stars.”

Larissa was slightly stunned, then smiled. “Fine, fine, I won’t go. What time do you think you’ll be leaving.”

“The painting show is over.” Lindsey let go of her and struggled to sit up straight. “The money from this sale will be earmarked for underprivileged elementary schools in the country through my foundation, and I may need your help.”

Larissa sniffed and instantly agreed with alacrity. “There’s no need to be polite with me, even if I put off other activities, I won’t stand you up.”

After arriving at the Mayfair Residence, Larissa went in and sat down for a while before saying goodbye and leaving.

Lindsey said hello to Edward and went upstairs to switch on his penlight and check out all the works in the exhibition.

This exhibition of paintings was, so to speak, a dream of his. For most of the paintings on display had been painted during his time in Africa, along with some of the photography.

Edward is a very thoughtful and hands-on person.

In his paintings, the villages, which were otherwise deserted, have a touch of warmth and vitality.

Children whose faces are withered by hunger. In his photographs, there is a vitality and a desire for beauty.

Many times Lindsey wondered why she couldn’t get her heart set on such a romantic and sophisticated man like Edward.

This question haunted her for three years, until the moment she received Jimmy’s desperate phone call and decided to return home.

Her heart had long since been lost, lost to that man, never to be recovered.

He took her from the dust and brought her into the exciting world, using the sweetest and most romantic means to eat her heart a little, and eventually to demolish it into his belly.

He gave her honey and poison so that she would not be able to forget him for the rest of her life.

Perhaps because of the wine, Lindsey felt tired after sitting for a while, so she had to get up and walk to the window, leaning down on the sill to look out.

“After a knock on the door, Edward’s warm voice drifted over, “Lindsey, you’re on your own for the time being, I have to go back to Fragrant Garden.”

“Go on.” Lindsey answered, her brow furrowing slightly as she remembered what Larissa had told herself.

Three years ago, Jesse had misunderstood her relationship with Edward. Now with the change and herself living in Plum Court, I thought the misunderstanding would be even deeper.

After a moment of contemplation, Lindsey straightened up and turned back to her mobile phone to call Larissa.

She didn’t have much luggage, just a few changes of summer clothes, and with a little tidying up she had it all packed.

Half an hour later, Larissa’s car drove up to the villa and Lindsey got into the car with her bags and calmly called Edward to tell him that she had decided to move.

On this end, Edward was bemused by her pre-emptive move, but continued to accept it gladly.

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Nine Lakes Hill.

Bruce enters and sees Old Mr. Grant picking vegetables in the vegetable garden and goes over to help without a moment’s hesitation.

After a bit of small talk, Old Mr. Grant suddenly brought up Old Mr. Gregor and said that things had stabilised.

Bruce’s eyelids fluttered and not surprisingly he thought of Lindsey. “Grandpa, is it Lindsey who’s back?”

“No, it’s gone to invite the Great Monk, and Claus’ apprentice.” Old Mr. Grant paced slowly, with his hands behind his back, to the stone table and sat down there. “And if Lindsey returns, you must remember not to do anything nonsensical; The Palvin family must ask for the breaking of the engagement.”

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He knew what his grandfather meant, Aurora had set him up, but Old Mr. Grant hadn’t given him any face either.

If Lindsey did come back, The Palvin family would have to bring it up, otherwise outsiders would think The Grant family was unreasonable and bullying.

“You’re 27, if Lindsey doesn’t come back and you meet someone you like, you should get married.” Old Mr. Grant sighed, his tiger eyes narrowing slightly. “I wasn’t lucky enough to have Lindsey as my The Grant family’s grandson-in-law.”

“I don’t want anyone but her, and she’ll be back.” Bruce narrowed his brows, his face steely.

Old Mr. Grant let out another long sigh and silence descended.

The great monk Roy said that fate was destiny, but three years had passed and the girl was stuck in Africa and not coming back, and there was nothing he could do about it.

A week later, an exhibition of paintings for charity, organised by Edward, was officially opened in a gallery in the Arts District.

In addition to the medical team members who had gone to Africa, the guests included Professor Lee from the Academy of Fine Arts and several great figures in the field of Chinese studies, as well as colleagues from the media industry in the capital and many of Edward’s friends in the business world.

As Wind Entertainment released the news of Edward and Lindsey’s return to China a day early, media from all walks of life flocked to the event.

Before the red carpet session even began, the entire art area was packed to the rafters.

Jesse saw the scene through the car window and joked to Lindsey beside him. “That’s a great call you’re making.”

Lindsey said, “I actually really don’t like all the pomp and circumstance, but I promised my grandfather that I had to fulfil his dying wish.”

As the red carpet began, Jesse stepped out of the car and into the VIP lane to avoid being photographed by the press because of his different status.

Lindsey and Edward, as the initiators of the exhibition, appeared in the finale and walked down the aisle last.

As they stepped out of the car, they immediately caused a sensation, with a flurry of limelight.

“By the looks of it, for those who don’t know, they’d think it was your wedding day and mine.” Edward joked, gracefully extending his hand towards her. “I’m truly honoured.”

“Are you suggesting that my red dress is too ostentatious.” Lindsey smiled lightly and handed him her hand. “I can’t help it if it’s too much, I don’t like it either.”

Edward guffawed and gently helped her smooth out her wind-blown fringes. “You’re the prettiest no matter what.”