The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce’s heart finally dropped at the thought that it was possible that Burton had tipped him off, and leaned over to whisper to Lindsey.

Lindsey listened to his analysis, blinked incredulously, and asked rhetorically, “Are you sure?”

Bruce shrugged his shoulders and smiled away. “Seventy percent sure that Grandpa’s anger has something to do with him.”

“That’s good if it’s him, as long as it’s not Division Chief Gregor anyway, there’s nothing to worry about.” Lindsey sighed in relief and leaned comfortably into his chest. “Scared the hell out of me.”

Bruce raised his hand to rub the top of her head, his deep eyes fell intentionally to the window, his thin lips gradually pursed into a straight line.

In silence, the car soon entered Nine Lakes Mountain.

The two of them each sat up straight, passed the identity check at the post, and continued up the mountain.

When they arrived outside the Old Mr. Grant’s building, they saw Edwin’s car, which was parked in the parking space outside the courtyard.

Bruce got out of the car and pointed to the parking spot without moving, indicating that Lindsey would be careful with her words later.

“I mused that it might not be just this Burton thing.” Lindsey had a vague and strong intuition that this was not a simple matter today.

The two of them entered the living room, Bruce was called upstairs by Old Mr. Grant, Lindsey fidgeted and waited in the living room for a while, looking for an opportunity to ask Lily quietly.

Lily said she didn’t know, after returning from downtown, Old Mr. Grant read a document, followed by a sudden rage.

Read a document … Lindsey a little thought, and thought of a few days ago in the Air Force logistics, Terence handed Bruce that copy.

If it is really the contents of that document leaked, Old Mr. Grant’s anger will be justifiable.

Lindsey hadn’t seen the contents of the document with her own eyes, but having heard Bruce mention it several times, she knew it wasn’t good news.

Back in the living room, Lindsey just sat down and ran into Kaley’s sulking gaze. With a raised eyebrow, she asked with an innocent smile, “Third Aunt, did I do something wrong.”

“Hum …” Kaley snorted, turned her face away, and raised her chin arrogantly.

Aurora, who was so useless, had taken so long to get Lindsey into the Grant family tree instead of slapping her into the mud! If not for her, her son would not have to suffer so much!

But it doesn’t matter, she still has cards in her hand, but it’s just not the right time to play them.

What she wants to fight for, no one can grab!

Lindsey smiled, did not want to continue to pay attention to her, lowered his head and took an orange, slowly and carefully peeled.

The second floor study, all the doors and windows are closed.

Old Mr. Grant sunk deep into his chair, a yellow tear, like a snail, crawled out of the corner of his eye.

Bruce did not dare to speak, bowing his head and kneeling helplessly on the floor, his hands hanging in his lap, clenching his fists.

I don’t know how long it took, Old Mr. Grant let out a long sigh and waved his hand to signal him to get up.

Bruce got up, raised his eyes to meet his gaze, and spoke with difficulty. “Grandpa, it’s better to forget about it.”

Old Mr. Grant did not say anything, the old face took on a deadly expression, raised his hand and slapped down heavily on the desk. “I’m leading the wolf into the house!”

Bruce was shocked by the vibration of the table, and instantly did not dare to squeak.

Old Mr. Grant finished cursing, raggedly gasping for breath, his lips opened and closed but could not say a word.

The anniversary of his youngest son’s death has just passed, and I never expected to see such heartbreaking and remorseful news. If he hadn’t misjudged the person in the first place, his youngest son might not have died young.

This kind of remorse, for a father, is absolutely the most fatal blow.

Bruce can understand Old Mr. Grant’s feelings, after all, the first time he saw, was not a light blow.

However, words of comfort, he could not say.

After a long time of stalemate, Old Mr. Grant let out a long sigh from his chest and said, “Just, just … you go down, I’ll be alone for a while.”

“Grandpa, your health is important.” Bruce’s face welled up with deep self-condemnation and spoke nervously, “I’ll go back to the army after the wedding, and I will not let you down.”

Old Mr. Grant waved his hand, his eyes darkened as he looked out the window at the begonias, and said nothing more.

Bruce hesitated, opened the door and went out.

Came downstairs, he took away the hatred in his eyes and pretended to sit next to Lindsey as if nothing had happened.

Edwin, in the end, was weak, turned his head in the direction of the stairs and asked with concern, “How is Old Mr. Grant doing.”

“Not so good.” Bruce’s voice was hard, and he moved his eyes to Kaley’s face and said, “Aunt Sam, Burton seems a little restless lately, should you discipline him a little.”

Kaley was slightly stunned, and then instantly sulked. “I don’t need you to tell me how to teach my children.”

Bruce’s eyes turned colder by the inch and he said nonchalantly, “In that case, if he gets into trouble again, don’t blame me for not being a brother.”

After the words, he pulled Lindsey up and went out of the living room.

Edwin watched their backs disappear outside the door, looked at the roof thoughtfully, impatiently greeted Kaley. “Let’s go too, Old Mr. Grant is still angry, come back later to admit your mistake.”

“You wait, I’ll go talk to Dad.” Kaley got up, lifted her feet and headed upstairs.

Just as she reached the stairs, she was stopped by Jack, who said, “Old Mr. Grant said that you should all go home and he doesn’t want to see you for a while.”

Kaley didn’t get angry yet, but Edwin on the sofa stumbled in his heart and got up in a panic to persuade her.

Jack’s eyes were very cold, and although Edwin was only a clerk now, he had come up from the grassroots step by step, so he could not decipher the meaning in his eyes.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened Edwin became, and his forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat.

Bruce was more worried than he was frightened.

When he returned to the old house, it was already one o’clock at noon. He was worried about Old Mr. Grant, so he called Jack again.

This time the call was answered after one ring, and Jack’s voice was a little deep. “Old Mr. Grant is playing chess with Miss Lily, don’t worry, he’s fine.”

Bruce was slightly relieved to hear that Old Mr. Grant was playing chess with Lily. “Serve me some more snacks, Old Mr. Grant is very angry today.”

Jack simply answered and hung up the phone.

Bruce put away the phone, reached out and gathered Lindsey into his arms, a bitter smile. “Grandpa must be so upset.”

Lindsey sat up straight and held his face painfully, comforting: “Grandpa will figure it out, it’s not appropriate for you to persuade him.”

“I know, and that’s why I feel so useless.” Bruce reached out and hugged her, burying his head deep into the crook of her neck. “If I were strong enough, Grandpa might still feel better inside.”

“You’re strong enough, okay.” Lindsey rubbed his hair and laughed, “When so many international doctors said that you would never be able to stand up for the rest of your life, but you not only stood up, but also went back to the army.”

Bruce was still a little down when he heard that. “But I didn’t meet Grandpa’s requirements.”

“So you have to work hard to be strong, for Grandpa’s sake, and for mine and our baby’s sake.” Lindsey laughed again, unable to resist teasing him. “Don’t make your son look funny.”

“Good!” Bruce lifted his head and his eyes fell on her still flat belly, a small smile floating vaguely on his handsome face. “Watch it, brats.”

Lindsey was utterly speechless at his childish behavior, but seeing his mood turn, she promptly asked him if he wanted to go shopping.

Bruce pondered a little and shook his head firmly.

It was a great weekend, how could he waste it on something meaningless. After holding Lindsey for a few moments, he went back to his room and took out an exquisite wooden box and handed it to her solemnly.

“What is it?” Lindsey curiously took it, found the box still with a lock, smiling and snickering. “You’re not going to ask me to pry it open myself, are you?”

Bruce slapped his head, smiled, went back to his room to bring the key over, and got down on one knee in a dignified manner. “Your Majesty, here are the keys.”

“Get up.” Lindsey took it with a smile and opened the old-fashioned lock on the chest.

Lindsey raised the case slightly, curled her index finger and gave it two knocks, carefully removing the squarely folded red cloth.

The bottom of the box is the real estate license, the equity transfer agreement, and a few bank cards.

Lindsey took them out one by one and looked at him with suspicion. “What do you mean?”

“This is my entire property, four years ago to give you, the results consistent no opportunity.” Bruce hemmed and hawed and leaned into her greedily. “Have you been touched?”

Lindsey shook her head. “Touched no, just think you’re boring.”

“What do you mean, boring? I really mean it.” Bruce feigned hurt. “For being so sincere, shouldn’t you reward me with a kiss.”

“Okay …,” Lindsey kissed her index finger quickly before pressing the tip to his lips. “Feel that yet?”

“No …,” Bruce wailed aloud. “You’re too perfunctory, too.”

Lindsey threw him a smug look when her phone suddenly rang.

After taking it and looking at the number, she gestured for Bruce to be quiet and calmly slid open the answer button. “Larissa.”

At this end, Larissa smilingly practiced her expression in the mirror and said, “There is a charity event in the evening, the theme is the results of this big troop to the mountains, do you want to attend.”

“Yes wow, Hui Ai’s first charity results conference, of course I want to attend.” Lindsey happily agreed, her right hand unconsciously touching Bruce’s ear and pinching it around. “What time and where will it be held.”

Larissa said the location and time of the event, and briefly introduced the guests who might be present, and hung up the phone.

Lindsey put the phone away and looked at Bruce pitifully. “I want to go to …”

Bruce shook his head gently. “You’re not allowed to go until you tell me what’s going on.”

Lindsey quickly relayed the contents of Larissa’s call, smiling flirtatiously as she sat on his lap. “I want to go to ….”

“Grandpa said you can’t show your face.” Bruce reached around to her waist and smiled badly. “And Grandpa got mad today.”

“If I don’t show my face, I’ll go quietly, okay?” Lindsey pouted. “Brother Bruce …”

Bruce let her tease without the ability to fight, breathing gradually become rapid. “There are conditions, I will take you there if you promise.”

Lindsey turned sideways, looked up to meet his hot gaze, and smiled shyly away. “No conditions.”

“Then I have to stay with you.” Bruce reluctantly backed off. “And no one must know you’re going.”

Lindsey considered carefully for a minute and reluctantly agreed.

Bruce, seeing that she seemed a little tired, stood up directly with her in his arms and went back to his room without hesitation.

Not long after lying on the bed, Lindsey fell asleep, causing Bruce to be speechless.

In the afternoon, when he woke up, the dress was delivered and the two of them felt good after trying it on, so they ordered it directly.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

After sending off the tailor, Lindsey went back to her room and picked out a long dress to change into, and started putting on her makeup beautifully. Bruce stood behind her for a moment and picked out a jacket for her, forcing her to put it on.

Considering that the venue might be air-conditioned at night, Lindsey did as she was told, even though she was reluctant to do so.

The launch event was not only to promote the Huai Ai Foundation, but also to clarify the rumors that had been going around for a while. Therefore, the number of media and celebrities invited to attend was particularly high.

Lindsey, although no longer managing Hui Ai, is still the subject of a host of media questions.