The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Phoebe was betting that Bruce didn’t know that it was himself and Harvey who had stepped in to hire the assassin.

After all, this happened in M, he just want to investigate, his hands can not be so long.

The assassin group has a strict confidentiality treaty, she does not believe Bruce has the ability to make the assassin group take the initiative to reveal information.

In a short second, Phoebe’s mind flashed through many thoughts, but when she saw the smile on Bruce’s lips, she only felt a coldness run down her back.

“Evidence? Very good, very good.” Bruce hooked his lips and looked at Lindsey with a smile melting under his eyes. “Honey, I don’t hit women, what should I do.”

“I don’t hit either, but Miss Phoebe’s skin is just too thick.” Lindsey looked pitying. “And not just any thick.”

After the words, she got up and walked towards Phoebe, feigning envy as she lifted her long hair. “Nice hair, it’ll sell for a good price when made into a wig, huh?”

“You …” Phoebe looked at her in horror and swallowed the word “shrew” that came to her lips.

The situation today is that people are for the chopping block, I am for the fish, and Lindsey likes not to play by the rules, she dare not risk to bet on how will be retaliated after the scolding.

“Is it to say, I’m a crazy woman?” Lindsey leaned down slightly, her eyes level with hers. “Or, me, the shameless dirtbag?”

Phoebe swallowed hard and looked away from her mocking expression.

“Tsk …,” Lindsey couldn’t help but stammer, following up by giving her a hand slash in a swift and sharp motion.

“No more questions?” Bruce painfully walked over, grabbed her hand and gently massaged it. “What’s the point of hitting her, her hand hurts so much.”

Lindsey puffed out her cheeks and laughed. “Tell Dick to get a razor and then get me scissors and a mirror.”

Bruce didn’t understand what she wanted, but informed the guards outside to get what was needed ready to come.

Phoebe had already passed out, so the shaving process went exceptionally smoothly.

Lindsey stood a little farther away and looked at her work with satisfaction, the curve of her lips increasing a little.

Bruce also saw the two words on the back of Phoebe’s head, and couldn’t help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

Phoebe wants to go out in the future without being laughed at, can only choose to shave her head, which is more difficult for her to accept than beating her.

You know, she is also one of the famous beauties in the capital anyhow.

However Lindsey was not satisfied with just shaving her hair, and incidentally shaved her eyebrows as well, which made her wake up by pinching Phoebe’s human middle.

“Does Miss Phoebe think that you are abroad, so we have no way, to know what you have done.” Lindsey sat down across from her nicely and held the mirror right in front of her. “Your new haircut is super cool.”

“Bitch …” Phoebe looked in the mirror, her bald head, and her disappearing diapered eyebrows, and was thrilled. “Lindsey, you bitch!”

“Haha, isn’t it so hard to bear.” Lindsey laughed out loud. “Finally cursed out.”

“I won’t let you off the hook!” Phoebe hissed and yelled. “Even if I die, I will drag you to my back!”

“Everyone can do something like shouting slogans.” Lindsey snapped her fingers lightly and laughed, “I heard that your father is going to be promoted to the next level within the year, preparing to go to the local gold-plated.”

“Shame on you!” Phoebe was bleary-eyed. “Lindsey, I’m telling you, even if it’s not me, there are plenty of people who want to get you killed!”

Lindsey frowned slightly and looked at Bruce pitifully. “Brother Bruce, she threatened me.”

“Good girl …” Bruce stifled a laugh, slowly and methodically went over and took her into his lap, staring at Phoebe with a grim gaze. “Apologize!”

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Raising her eyes, she stared dead at the smug Lindsey, almost biting her lower lip, barely raising her voice. “If you want me to apologize, do it in another life!”

“Doesn’t matter.” Lindsey inclined her head and kissed Bruce’s cheek with a sweet smile. “Brother Bruce, it’s time for us to go home, and as for this bald pig, just let Elvis handle it.”

“As you wish.” Bruce kissed back over, moved gently to put her on the floor, took her hand and opened the door to go out.

“Bruce, stop right there!” Phoebe was furious. “You can’t do this to me!”

Bruce, who was already out of the office, suddenly probed in and said with a leathery smile. “We’ve been very polite, if you find it unacceptable, we’ll reconsider.”

After the words, he closed the door and whispered to Dick, who was waiting outside the door, and turned to the next door with Lindsey’s hand in a happy mood.

The Corfield family’s status was already low, and Phoebe came back this time, clearly throwing herself into the net, how could Bruce let her continue to get away with it.

Next door, this office, inside the face of Ben sitting pale, and scared shivering Tina.

The two sat down and before they could speak, Ben and Tina winced in unison.

Bruce raised his eyebrows, old and calm, clutching his chest, leaning lazily back in his chair.

Lindsey hands on the jaw, clear and bright eyes, surging with a scalp-tingling smile, lightly spoke: “Two long time no see, is the initiative to say it, or want me to remind.”

“I said …” Ben’s back “swish” layer of cold sweat. “The person who wants to kill you is really not me.”

“That’s it?” Lindsey knew it wasn’t him, but still put on a distrustful expression and glanced at Tina. “Miss Tina, do you have anything to say.”

“I swear to God, this has nothing to do with me, and nothing to do with my husband.” Tina instinctively shivered, and cold sweat continued to seep from her forehead. “If there is half a word of falsehood, God will strike you down.”

“Ha …” Lindsey yawned widely and looked back at Bruce. “Brother Bruce, these two are not honest, teach me how to make them tell the truth. ”

Before Bruce could say anything, he was interrupted by Ben. “I can’t fight you guys, and Tin and I are indeed married, I really don’t know about this time.”

Bruce was noncommittal, looking at him with a gaze that remained flat and without the slightest warmth.

Ben gritted his teeth and spoke again arduously, “Phoebe approached me to get some people to specifically deal with Miss Lindsey, and I didn’t agree.”

“Slap …” Lindsey sat up straight and applauded with a smirk. “I wonder why Mr. Song, why he refuses to be in alliance with Miss Phoebe.”

Ben’s face changed, glanced awkwardly at Tina, and lowered his head in silence.

Tina depressed, perceived Lindsey’s gaze, intentionally or unintentionally fell on himself, suddenly like sitting on pins and needles. “It’s because the price was not negotiated.”

Because the price … Lindsey pondered her words and instantly laughed out loud.

Bruce also laughs, it turns out that in the eyes of others, his and Lindsey’s life, actually worth to let people bargain.

The two laughed for a while, gradually stopped, the atmosphere in the room also abruptly stagnant down.

Ben’s eyes were closed and his body shook even harder. Tina was so scared that her whole body froze and held her breath.

For a long time, Bruce spoke again: “Very well, in order to prevent your plan from being aborted, I will let you eat free meals in peace for the rest of your lives.”

“That’s a good offer.” Lindsey answered blandly. “It’s getting late, so we should get back.”

“Tired?” Bruce smiled and lifted his hand to her shoulder, his gaze doting. “I’ll give you a massage later.”

Lindsey nodded with a smile. “Let’s go.”

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“Bruce, you can’t do that!” Ben was anxious. “I didn’t do anything, you’re retaliating.”

“I am retaliating.” Bruce paused slightly in his steps, lowered his head and kissed Lindsey’s forehead, laughing, “I’d like to see who dares to bully my daughter-in-law in the future!”

“Meat …” Lindsey nestled against him, her heart as sweet as honey.

From the Security Division, the two got into the car and immediately drove back to the Royal Garden.

It was already 11:30 at night when they entered, and the lights were still on in the living room. the Burton and Hattie sisters were sitting on the sofa, each with an indignant face.

“Cousin Burton, isn’t there a family rule in our house that you can’t come home past eleven o’clock at night.” Hattie’s heart was burning with the thought of Lindsey kissing Old Mr. Grant’s ass at dinner.

Old Mr. Grant didn’t like Phoebe, which could be explained by Burton, but even the daughter of The Palvin family didn’t like her, so Lindsey must be the problem.

If it wasn’t for her scheming, how could Old Mr. Grant allow a shrew, who was ruthless with her brothers, to marry into The Grant family.

Burton did not answer, just a slight nod, a look of interest at Bruce.

He thought Bruce would be angry, but he just hooked his lips and dragged Lindsey upstairs.

“Cousin.” Burton couldn’t resist calling out after all. “You’re from The Grant family, you don’t even know the house rules of The Grant family, do you.”

Bruce turned around slowly, stared at him sharply for a few seconds, and laughed. “Too wide!”

With that, he embraced Lindsey and continued to walk upstairs, not taking their words seriously at all.

Back upstairs, the light was still on in the study, and the sounds of Old Mr. Grant and Aidan talking could be faintly heard.

Bruce gently made a silent gesture to Lindsey, dragged her gently to her room, showered together and fell asleep.

It rained for days on end, and on the day of Leon’s funeral, the sky was overcast and windy.

Bruce got up early in the morning and received a call from Dick. After a short conversation, he hung up and greeted Lindsey downstairs.

Bruce and Lindsey were in the same car as Old Mr. Grant, both of them looking gloomy, their hands clasped together.

In life, the most painful thing is to send the dead to the dead.

Old Mr. Grant slightly narrowed his tiger eyes, old face, a touch of sadness floating on the look.

Lindsey’s heart felt, remembering his grandfather who left many years ago, gradually red red frame.

Bruce tightened the force of his hands, silent don’t face, gaze vacant look out the window constantly receding landscape.

For a long time, Old Mr. Grant suddenly spoke, the old voice a little hoarse. “Bruce, tomorrow you take Lindsey back to Cloud Mountain, to The Heard familyOld Mr. Grant incense.”

“Okay.” Bruce pulled back into his thoughts and hung his head sullenly. “I’ll have Cary book the flight this afternoon.”