The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Carl also gave his analysis and the discussion ended the call.

Bruce returned to the living room, Old Mr. Grant was still upstairs and hadn’t come down, so he sat down next to Lindsey, lowered his voice and asked, “Are you hungry, I’ll get you a snack.”

Lindsey rubbed her wordy stomach and nodded blushingly. “A little.”

Coming in such a hurry, the old kitchen over there was ready for the meal.

Bruce leaned down, kissed her bare forehead dotingly, and got up to get the snack from the kitchen.

Just as Lindsey’s phone came in, she got up and went to the tea room.

The call was from Fiona, and as soon as she picked up, she cried out in pain on the other end. “Lindsey, something’s happened to your Warren!”

“What did you say!” Lindsey’s heart was in abrupt shock. “What the hell is going on.”

“I’m not sure, his leader just came to the door and said that Warren he, he may have died in the line of duty.” Fiona broke down and cried. “I don’t believe it’s true.”

“Don’t you worry, Warren should be fine, I’ll be right back to L city,” Lindsey said, reassuring her a couple more times and hanging up the phone to go find Bruce.

Bruce was shocked to hear the news of Warren’s suspected death and immediately took out his mobile phone to inform Hector that he had booked two tickets back to L city.

After making the call, he gently hugged Lindsey, who was in a state of distress, and whispered reassuring words, his eyebrows forming a deep frown.

The situation is unclear and Bruce is not in a position to ask Jack to look into the matter immediately.

In the midst of the anxiety, Old Mr. Grant comes downstairs with Fredy, and Bruce can’t wait to see Fredy out before breaking the news of Warren’s disappearance.

Old Mr. Grant gave him a sidelong glance and his expression sank.

After sending Fredy away, Old Mr. Grant returned to the living room and sat down in his chair.

Bruce waited too long for him to say anything, so he whispered, “I’ve booked a flight back to L city with Lindsey tonight.”

“Should go.” Old Mr. Grant waved his hand and greeted Jack, telling him to look into Warren’s disappearance immediately.

With Old Mr. Grant personally in charge, the Security Division was also much more efficient than usual. In less than ten minutes, all the information about Warren’s disappearance was passed on.

Bruce’s handsome face clouded over as he listened to Jack’s account. “What’s with the desert again?”

“Criminal activity is rampant along the North West Frontier, and I think things may not be looking too good.” Old Mr. Grant’s face was distinctly stony. “It’s the fourth day, Lindsey, so be prepared.”

“I know, I’ll go back to L city and then set sail for the North West.” Lindsey forced herself to endure the pain, her expression resolute. “Dead or alive, I’m going to bring Warren back.”

Old Mr. Grant looked at Lindsey, remembering in a trance his youngest son who had also perished in the desert, and his tone was unmistakably bleak. “It’s just that Bruce is going with you, it just so happens that the team in charge of the search this time is his brigade. You’ll go to L city and have Jack send the approval directly to Northwest Search Command.”

“Thanks Grandpa.” Tears fell from Lindsey’s eyes as soon as she opened her mouth.

Old Mr. Grant waved his hand. “You are one of us The Grant family, your brother, and my grandson!”

Lindsey pursed her lips and the tears flowed even harder.

After dinner, it was Jack who drove them straight into the tarmac at the airport.

Hector brought their tickets over and then followed them on board to catch the flight to L city.

After the plane took off, Lindsey was a bit distraught at the thought that Warren might not be alive anymore.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Bruce’s heart ached and his hand on her shoulder tightened. “Be good, don’t think about it, Warren will be fine, trust me.”

“Bruce …” Lindsey lifted her small teary-eyed face, helpless. “I’m so scared.”

“Don’t be scared, I’m here.” Bruce held her body close, the gaze in his eyes was stern as it had never been before.

The abominable desert had taken more than just his father’s life, and Ransom’s body was still buried under the sand.

This time it was Warren, so how could he not hate him?

Lindsey cried for a while, cowering in his arms in exhaustion, her mind in turmoil.

Because of the unique nature of Warren’s unit, sacrifice was inevitable, but she just couldn’t accept it.

It was her brother, the closest thing she had to family, and even though they were distant, they shared the same blood in their bones.

“Be a good girl and rest for a while, I’ll hold you up when the sky falls, do as you’re told.” Bruce saw that she had calmed down a little and kissed her forehead lovingly, and then he took her into his arms.

Lindsey nodded silently, her arms wrapping around his waist unconsciously, and closed her eyes in exhaustion.

It was after eleven o’clock at night when the plane arrived in L city. The three of them left the airport and went straight back to the city in a jeep sent by the military district.

When they arrived in the Jade Garden neighbourhood, Lindsey led Bruce to Warren’s house, while Hector waited downstairs.

As soon as the two entered, Fiona flung her arms around Lindsey, breaking down and crying.

“Sister-in-law, don’t do that, you’ll scare the baby.” Lindsey patted her shoulder soothingly and gestured for her to go into the study to talk.

There was basically no useful information on this side of the room; after all, the mission Warren was on was classified in the military.

Calming Fiona down, Lindsey spoke of Old Mr. Grant’s arrangements and told her to be strong and wait for her news no matter what.

“Should we inform Big Brother and Second Brother?” Fiona was still sobbing, not as emotional as she had been before. “I haven’t called them yet.”

Lindsey glanced up at Bruce for a moment and said, “No, I’ll leave for the Northwest with Bruce in a few minutes.”

With time running out, the two men greeted Hector as they exited the Jade Garden neighbourhood and hoofed it back to the airport for their overnight flight to W City.

Lindsey was sleep deprived and didn’t look the least bit refreshed.

Bruce was so distressed and helpless that he could only hug her tightly and keep saying comforting words.

It was 3. 30am when we landed in W. We all got into the car sent by the search command and headed straight for the city.

The temperature difference between day and night was so great that we had to check into a hotel near the headquarters.

Lindsey showered and fell into bed with Bruce’s strong arms and drifted off to sleep.

There was already a faint glow outside the window, shadows shining through the curtains into the room.

Bruce looked down at her sleeping face for a moment, kissed her lightly on the forehead and closed his eyes to sleep.

I don’t know how long he had been asleep, but a call came in on his mobile phone and Bruce woke up.

The call was from Jack, telling them to stay in W for the rest of the day and that the command vehicle would not arrive until the night.

Bruce asked for details of the arrangements and hung up to catch up on his sleep.

It had been a tiring night, travelling from B to L city and then to W city.

After the night’s departure, there would probably be no more chance to sleep in comfort.

I hadn’t closed my eyes for long when Lindsey’s stirred in my arms and asked with a grunt, “Who’s calling.”

Bruce gently rubbed the top of her head. “Jack, since we’re coming in empty-handed and there’s not a ding on this side, we’re told to wait until we leave in the evening.”

“Then I’ll get some more sleep and refresh myself.” Lindsey shrank back, kitten-like, into his arms.

Bruce was dumbfounded, his big hands going to her waist, and he closed his eyes after her.

It was close to noon when he woke up again.

Bruce got up and finished washing up when another call came in, but this time it was from Carl.

After listening to him talk on the other end for a while, Bruce asked, “Are you sure?”

Carl sounded sure. “Yes, and I’ve got another tip-off that the young lady’s brother is missing and it seems to be linked to The Palvin family and The Corfield family.”

“The Palvin family is involved in this and it goes without saying that it’s Aurora. Bruce was furious: “Give the message to General Mu, let Grandpa handle this and you stay out of it.”

“Understood.” Carl finished and added, “By the way, people all over town are talking today about you breaking off your engagement with Miss The Palvin family.”

“Don’t pry into the gossip if you have nothing to do.” Bruce laughed and scolded, hanging up the phone and sitting down on the edge of the bed, gazing lovingly at Lindsey.

Lindsey made him uncomfortable and said, “What are you looking at? You look like you’ve never seen her before.”

“You can’t look if you’ve seen it.” Bruce laughed. “Come on, get up and get cleaned up, I’ll take you out for a bite to eat afterwards, and then we’ll head out to meet up with the group this afternoon when the gear arrives.”

“Good.” Lindsey nodded and rolled out of bed sharply, grabbing her own clothes and heading to the bathroom.

It was the first time either of them had been to W. City and they didn’t know how to get out of the hotel.

Hector, on the other hand, led them to a nearby noodle shop without a map, as if they were at home.

Lindsey ordered a bowl of noodles and sat down and couldn’t resist asking Hector, “Are you from W City?”

“Yeah.” Hector smiled, met Bruce’s bubbling acid gaze and whirled his head down. “Didn’t come back much after my military service, I was raised in an orphanage.”

“You must have had a lot of siblings then.” Lindsey answered with a smirk. “I’m sure you must be close, even though it’s not a surname.”

“Okay.” Hector finished, noting the sharp knife-like look in Bruce’s eyes, and simply fell silent.

Lindsey also noticed Bruce’s discomfort and gave him an unpleasant glare as he continued to find Hector to talk to.

Poor Hector was so tormented by these two that he wished he could turn back the clock and go wherever they liked, but he would never follow them.

Not long after the noodles were served, he finished eating and put his chopsticks away, excusing himself to go shopping.

As soon as he left, Lindsey pounded the table in anger. “Bruce, I was just talking to Hector, what kind of jealousy are you having.”

“I don’t feel comfortable talking to you when it’s a guy.” Bruce retorted glumly, when he couldn’t see how, the way that boy Hector was looking at Lindsey, something was clearly off.

“Childish!” Lindsey, good-humoured and amused, reached out and pinched him, scolding him in a faux-stern manner. “One more bout of jealousy and I promise to ignore you.”

Bruce ate the pain and had to swear to God that he would never do that again.

As they walked slowly down the road towards the busy downtown area, they passed a shop selling local snacks and Lindsey couldn’t resist tugging Bruce to buy a cutlet.

“You really want to buy this?” Bruce said, but his wallet was already out and he said generously to the shopkeeper. “One pound of cutlet.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, several figures came rushing around the corner, leaping into the crowded area in a hurry.