The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey rubbed her temples, thinking that Larissa still likes to say half and leave half, so she quietly waited for her next.

At this end, Larissa took a deep breath and said, “Our accounts have been hacked, and now some people are questioning that the accounts Edward presented on the day of the launch were fake.”

“When did that happen.” Lindsey’s brow furrowed as she smoothly minimized the report and opened the online banking login screen.

Larissa turned over the file in her hand and said, “It happened this morning, the technical team was hired to remedy it when it was discovered, it will probably take a few more hours to get back to normal.”

What happened in the morning … Lindsey rubbed her temples and asked again, “What did the Red Society say over there.”

“It says it was hacked, and we’ve now asked the techs to track down the other party’s IP,” Larissa wasn’t too familiar with this and could only tell the truth: “I think someone is still trying to target you.”

Lindsey smiled, reassured her, hung up the phone and went to Bruce.

Whether it’s against Hui Ai or himself, this person is most likely aware of The Grant family’s status and can be so unconcerned that he should have something to fall back on.

In the kitchen, Bruce is crushing the steamed pumpkin to make pumpkin pie. When he saw her enter, he joked. “You can’t wait? It’s not ready yet, wait a little longer.”

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Lindsey pulled out a chair and sat down, hands on her chin, gaze calmly at him. “Hui Ai based on the Red Society’s account was hacked, and now there are already questions in the media that the accounts presented by Edward are fake.”

Bruce’s hands moved with a beat and lowered his eyes to look at her. “What’s the situation now.”

“Larissa said she’s hired a tech team to handle it, but I think it’s a little slow in terms of efficiency.” Lindsey frowned and looked at him with a prayerful gaze. “Brother Bruce …”

“I’ll arrange for Cary to handle this right away.” Bruce let her shout her bones and looked at her with a smile. “Don’t worry, it’ll be taken care of in no time.”

“That’s very kind of you.” Lindsey complimented him graciously and got up to wash her hands to help. “I’ll come too, let’s do it together, okay.”

Bruce smiled and stepped back, taking out his phone to call Cary. After a few moments of conversation, he put the phone away, washed his hands and proceeded to crush the pumpkin.

“You’re not doing it right, you have to crush it very vigorously all at once, or it won’t be even later.” Noticing that her movements were not standard, Bruce immediately spoke up. “And it has to be flat, so that the pumpkin pie will taste good.”

Lindsey did as she was told, and within a few minutes, Bruce started nagging again.

“Then do it yourself, who wants to help you if you’re so picky.” Lindsey stopped doing it after a while, washed her hands and sat honestly watching him. “Is this the way you usually train.”

“That’s for sure, one wrong move and it’s fatal.” Bruce concentrated on finishing crushing the pumpkin, his eyes glistening. “Anything done to the extreme is an outstanding performance.”

“Look at you.” Lindsey bristled disapprovingly. “Is sleeping to the extreme also excellent.”

“You’re just picking at the bones.” Bruce was speechless. “Can we have a pleasant conversation.”

“Well then, you keep yourself busy, I’ll go check on the account.” Lindsey got up and clapped her hands together and gave him a big, generous kiss on the cheek. “Come on oh, I’m waiting to eat.”

Bruce gave her a sideways glance and continued the action in his hands.

Lindsey returned to the living room, picked up her pen drive and entered her fund account, relieved to find that the lost funds had been recovered and that the erroneous accounts had been restored.

Picking up her phone, she didn’t hesitate to call Larissa back and ask her which media outlet first reported the news.

“From what we’ve found so far, all of them are online media forwarding the news, no paper media has reported it.” Larissa’s face was stony. “The one who first posted the news was a marketing account on Weibo.”

“Okay, I got it.” Lindsey smiled and called Edward immediately after ending the call.

He knew about the hacking of the accounts early on, and this would have basically locked up the person who launched this attack. As soon as the call was answered, he reassured Lindsey, “The account is basically fine, don’t worry.”

“Find the first marketing account that posted the news and give him some credit.” Lindsey sounded serious. “If this kind of marketing dog is not dealt with, the next time it will still follow the rumor.”

“I’m already arranging it, so don’t worry.” Edward lost his smile. “Your anger is really getting bigger and bigger.”

“No, I’ve never had a temper.” Lindsey refused to admit it, and hung up the phone after a few words.

After about half an hour, Bruce brought out the finished pumpkin pie and smiled at her with a doting face.

Lindsey gulped and reached for it without washing her hands, only to be slapped away by Bruce in mid-air. “Hot hands, want to eat with chopsticks.”

“All right …” Lindsey fell down, reluctantly picked up the chopsticks and took a piece of pumpkin pie into her mouth.

The taste is very sweet and fragrant, and Bruce made are small one, a bite down, mouth full of sesame seed filling rich flavor.

“Brother Bruce, you are great.” Lindsey ate several in a row and praised him with glowing eyes. “Teach me how to make them later.”

“I’ll make them for you if you want. Your hands are for writing and drawing.” Bruce also ate one, embracing her on the sofa in the process. “It’s just as well if you don’t let the logistics do it for you, why do this little thing yourself.”

Lindsey nodded thoughtfully and continued to feast.

In the evening after dinner, Edward’s phone call came, saying that the owner of the first marketing account that posted the news had been found, but it was not easy to handle.

Lindsey heard the meaning of his words, and immediately asked him who it was.

Edward hesitated for a long time, and then slowly opened his mouth. “Burton …”

“Uh …” Lindsey heard the name and stopped talking, sullenly hung up.

Burton is really getting more and more capable, being confined can still use the Internet to disgust himself a, really is the tail up to the sky.

The first thing you need to do is to tell Bruce about Edward’s phone call, and Lindsey is indignant. “I really feel the urge to strangle him right now.”

“Let’s go to the Royal Garden right now.” Bruce is also very angry, so easy to stop to accompany Lindsey for a few days, Burton began to make trouble again.

Lindsey heard the words immediately stood up, the next moment but sat back down again. “What if we go, the third aunt now hates us to death, she certainly will not believe.”

“It’s okay, I didn’t want her to care either.” Bruce raised his eyebrows, leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Let’s trick him out and clean up hard.”

“That’s not a good idea. If Sanguine finds out, I think she’ll go to Grandpa in a minute and tell him off.” Lindsey didn’t quite agree with his approach. “Why don’t we think of another way.”

Bruce pondered thoughtfully and suddenly smiled. “Our two cousins still seem to be in the country.”

Lindsey snapped her head at that and laughed.

The Hattie sisters, because a classmate got married so they needed to delay leaving the country for a few days, just so they could use them and call Burton out.

The idea was to split up, one to call the Hattie sisters and one to find Hector.

Bruce went back to his room to change his clothes, then looked at Lindsey’s outfit and dragged her back to her room to change into a loose-fitting workout outfit.

“You’re not going to do it yourself, it hurts to beat people up.” Lindsey looked at him with amusement. “I don’t want to move, I’m afraid I’ll bring down your son.”

Bruce was dumbfounded, his eyes lingered on the small of her back for a second, and he smiled abruptly. “It’s okay, we’ll just watch the show.”

“Sure?” Lindsey looked at the baseball bat in his hand and said, not quite trustingly. “Don’t make a scene.”

“Don’t worry, when has your husband ever made a mistake with me.” Bruce waved the bat in his hand. “Do you think this stick down, his leg can still be good.”

“You’re so mean, be careful your son is as violent as you are.” Lindsey brainstormed the image and shivered subconsciously. “I think a lesson is fine, no need to make it too big.”

“I’m just going to teach him a lesson, I’m not going to get him killed.” Bruce said, embracing her out of the living room.

When he came to the garage near the front door, Hector had his car ready and was standing by it with a cool look on his face.

Lindsey glanced at him and instantly understood why Larissa was smitten to the core.

Self-discipline, good body, good temper, and not bad-looking, such a man will naturally attract a large number of women.

If he is not his own guard, or to become a star, can also be a minute burst of popularity.

Once in the car, Bruce said an address, leaned back into the seat with a comfortable face, a quirky smile on his lips, and said to Lindsey: “The Palvin family side is completely honest, I hope Old Mr. Grant can still hold out for a while.”

“Let’s hope so, I always thought Miss Aurora wouldn’t take it so well.” Lindsey bristled. “I still can’t figure out what I’ve done to offend her.”

“You don’t have to. There are plenty of people out there waiting to see what we did wrong, and plenty of people who are jealous of you.” Bruce leaned over and tenderly kissed her forehead. “You rest for a while, I’ll call you when we arrive.”

“Okay.” Lindsey smiled, tilted her head on his chest, and closed her eyes in reassurance.

I don’t know how long it took, but the car arrived at the spa near Moon Pavilion, and Lindsey was woken up by Bruce and got out of the car confused.

When she entered the innermost courtyard, Hector whispered to Bruce, turned his head and walked out.

Lindsey pulled out a chair and sat down, slowly and methodically picked up a fruit plate of grapes, peeled them one by one and then ate them in one bite.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Bruce watched her movements with amusement, and also picked up a bunch of skilful movements to help peel the skin.

“I’ll do it myself, you make it look like I don’t know how to do anything.” Lindsey opened her mouth to eat the raisins he handed her and raised her eyes to look outside.

The leaves were falling in the yard, the winter weather was becoming more and more apparent, and the flowers in the flowerbeds were almost gone.

After a few moments of waiting, there was a rustle outside the door, followed by Hector pushing in, carrying a sack over his shoulder, followed by two other young men with the same grim look.

Lindsey glanced at it and raised her eyes to meet Bruce.

Bruce said nothing, looked lightly towards Hector made a gesture, the next instant he brought out from home baseball bat, appeared in Hector’s hand.

Lindsey took a look and instantly understood. The person in the bag was Burton, so no movement could be made to prevent his identity from being exposed.

Probably Hector sealed Burton’s mouth in advance, the bat hit, listening to people can not help but shiver, the bag but there is no movement out.

After a while, Bruce waved his hand, signaling Hector to stop, followed by a gesture to Lindsey to continue peeling raisins.

Hector put away his baseball bat, put the sack on his shoulder as he had done when he arrived, and opened the door without hesitation.

After a few moments, Bruce suddenly smiled and spoke. “Come on, let’s go see the action.”

“Uh …” Lindsey looked at him confused. “What’s hilarious?”