The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey is shocked when the call comes through and Edward says he’s on his way, so she hangs up and asks Larissa if she’s told Edward anything.

Larissa nods sheepishly after a moment of silence.

Lindsey gritted her teeth and glared at her for a second before quickly pulling her clothes on and getting up from the bed.

With the power of The Hawke family, even if this was really Aurora’s doing, nothing could be done. This was a matter between The Grant family and The Palvin family, and his involvement in it would only leave Aurora with something to hide.

She was open and honest, but the press didn’t see it that way.

Right now, they’ve pretty much accepted her relationship with Edward, and it’d be strange if they didn’t get a long story out of it.

It would be better to keep him out of the picture in the first place rather than explain it later, as he represents the attitude of The Hawke family.

Edward arrived half an hour later, Lindsey holding back the pain, a calm face as she clutched her laptop and worked on her event itinerary, her face showing no sign of injury.

Larissa poured Edward a glass of water and pretended to be calm as she sat back and tweeted.

The atmosphere in the living room was quiet, with no one speaking up, and the atmosphere was slightly depressing.

Edward took a sip of water, looked at Larissa, his eyes fell on Lindsey and he couldn’t help but ask, “Are you okay with your injury.”

“Not much of a problem, you guys are too tense.” Lindsey calmly put down her laptop, glanced at Larissa without moving, and smiled, “Anyone who could get me hurt wouldn’t have the balls to do it just yet.”

Edward watches her steadily for a moment, making sure nothing is wrong, and his eyes grow stern as he talks about the reports against The Palvin family.

Lindsey looked up, her eyes passing over the top of the laptop screen and landing on Edward. “The Palvin family’s money is still coming from a regular source, but the common man doesn’t believe it, and Aurora is bound to have Mr. Earl at Midstar helping out at this time, don’t give her that chance.”

Edward nodded and said he would arrange it properly.

Hearing him say that, Lindsey uncovered the subject and told him to arrange for a team to go to the poorer areas and investigate in depth as she had requested.

With Hui Ai’s first event, there were sure to be many pairs of eyes watching.

There were also a lot of people waiting to see what was going on and to see her laugh.

No matter what, she has to run this fund for the benefit of more people. So not a single wrong step, even the slightest problem, in Aurora’s eyes, could become fatal against herself.

After talking about the business, Edward saw that she was really fine with it, gave her a few words of advice and left.

As soon as he left, Lindsey’s face fell again, and she flopped down on the sofa to catch her breath.

“Lindsey, are you okay?” Larissa was about to cry in shock.

Lindsey seemed to have hurt herself badly this time, and she hadn’t looked well since last night.

“It’s really okay, trust me.” Lindsey grunted, remembering the cold crust she wanted to eat, and urged her to hurry out again.

Larissa had no choice but to go and pour her a glass of water and put it on the coffee table, opening the door uneasily and heading out.

Lindsey rested for two days, but on the third day, General Mu called and asked her to come downstairs.

She thought she had kept it well under wraps, but to her surprise, Old Mr. Grant found out.

When we got into the car and set off for Nine Lakes, Lindsey sat sideways the whole time, causing Jack to turn around a lot.

It was probably because she looked so woefully out of place that Jack finally couldn’t help but speak up. “Lindsey, is your injury okay?”

“It’s not a serious problem, it didn’t break any bones.” Lindsey smiled. “Thank you, General Mu, for your concern.”

“It’s good that it’s okay.” Jack said, sitting up straight slowly.

Old Mr. Grant had known about Lindsey’s attack and knew that Bruce had sneaked back in. He’d held back, expecting Lindsey to make a move, but it was Bruce who was the one who couldn’t hold his tongue.

The fact that the Hawke family didn’t make a move says enough about Lindsey that she is extremely intelligent and calm.

A girl like that would be perfect for Bruce’s side.

The key is that Bruce listens to her.

When they reached Nine Lakes Hill, Lindsey got out of the car, greeted Old Mr. Grant bitterly and sullenly went into the gazebo.

“No more pretending?” Old Mr. Grant gave a grin and a relieved look. “Bruce let me teach him a lesson, The Palvin family’s side, I’ll step in and deal with it. I’ll make the arrangements for the return home, you and Bruce don’t fool around.”

“Fine by me, just keep Bruce in check, temper’s seen better days.” Lindsey took a sip of her tea, a grumbling tone. “I can’t control him.”

Old Mr. Grant but smiled and ordered Jack to fetch the chessboard.

The temperature on the mountain was cooler than in the city, and Lindsey finished playing chess with Old Mr. Grant, had lunch and then slept over here.

When she woke up in the afternoon, her brow furrowed as she heard the logistics that Kaley had been feeling a bit sick lately and wanted to come back for medical attention.

She had really counted the days. She hadn’t been sick for three years after being kicked out of B City, and the moment she returned, she was sick.

It was the sight of herself that made her uncomfortable, wasn’t it?

Back then she thought she had it in the bag, that she would be able to put Burton in the same position as Bruce, but she didn’t know that Old Mr. Grant’s immobility was nothing more than a father’s connivance.

Old Mr. Grant and the old lady were so close that he had to remember her.

When Old Mr. Grant washed his face and went downstairs, he was in the yard tying up a rack of beans.

Lindsey frowned and lifted her foot to help. “I won’t be coming over for a while, it’s crowded.”Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Just as well, take care of yourself.” Old Mr. Grant glanced at her and added carelessly. “When you’re assigned someone you need to use them, I don’t want something like this to happen next time.”

“Got it.” Lindsey spat out her tongue, it was about time, and asked her driver to take her down the hill.

Because of the accidental injury, she had to postpone the filming of several hard copy endorsements she had taken on.

A week later, with the bruises on her back too faint to be seen, Lindsey took an early morning ride to the shoot with the assistant Edward had assigned to her.

The cinematographer was still Cheng Dong, who had worked with her once before and was still familiar with her.

Lindsey, who has never been a big fan of the film, didn’t feel like a star and was curious to ask questions when she arrived.

The shoot was very enjoyable, mainly because Lindsey is very perceptive and malleable, often with a simple gesture and a look, she could tell what kind of effect Cheng Dong wanted.

At the end of the shoot, Lindsey took a quick trip to the bathroom after removing her make-up, not wanting to hear any gossip about herself.

It was just a bunch of clichés about how she was so clever that she got Bruce first and then kicked him out when she thought he was no longer worth using.

Lindsey hid in the cubicle and was amused when the two staff members continued to talk.

As she was about to go out, one of them suddenly said excitedly, “Have you heard that Mr. Earl from China Star has been tied naked to a streetlight pole, and there are supposedly photos of him.”

“No way, there’s no news on the internet.” Another picked up on this, in a disbelieving tone. “Who did that to her?”

“I don’t know, everyone’s talking about it, I don’t think it’s true.” No sooner had the one who spoke first spoken than the sound of someone passing in the corridor was heard.

There was a second of silence outside as the two men gossiping and gossiping made their way out with a bit of a shuffle in their steps.

Lindsey emerged from the cubicle, reflecting on what the two men had said and intuiting that Bruce must have asked Hector to do this.

Unfortunately, before she could confirm it, The Grant family’s car pulled up outside the set.

“Greetings General Mu.” Lindsey looked politely and detachedly at Jack, who was walking calmly, and smiled, “What a coincidence.”

Jack’s face remained clear and bland as he nodded slightly. “I’m here to pick you up.”

Lindsey’s heart thudded and she dutifully followed him to the car.

After the car left the filming location, it didn’t go in the direction of Nine Lakes Mountain, nor did it go to the Royal Garden, but instead went to the Third Hospital.

Lindsey got out of the car and couldn’t resist enquiring. “What the hell is going on.”

“Bruce got hurt while training.” Jack’s tone didn’t rise and fall too much. “Old Mr. Grant and Master Roy are up there waiting to see you.”

Injured? Lindsey caught the key word and her brain went blank.

What was the point of looking for her if even Master Roy was incapacitated and powerless, could it be to see her one last time?

Thinking of the worst possible scenario, Lindsey instantly panicked and the blood faded from her face.

In the midst of her thoughts, the two entered the ward.

Old Mr. Grant and Master Roy were not the only ones in the room, the Aidan’s were also there, as were Charlotte and Mack.

There were different looks on everyone’s faces at the sight of Lindsey, only Old Mr. Grant smiled as he always did. “So slow.”

“Grandpa …,” Lindsey greeted subconsciously, coming forward in a bureaucratic manner. “How is he.”

“Not so good.” Old Mr. Grant said, his tone abruptly heavy as he raised his hand to point at Bruce, unconscious in the hospital bed. “The Grand Monk has checked his pulse, and I’m more comfortable with you administering the needles to Bruce.”

“He …” Lindsey’s eyes fell on Bruce’s lifeless face and a throbbing pain shot through her chest. “There’s been some kind of accident.”

A week ago he’d been fine, knowing she’d been attacked and sneaking back to see her.

How could it be that in the blink of an eye, he was in this state?

Old Mr. Grant’s eyes lingered on her face for a second and turned ghostly to Bruce. “The rope got caught in a tree branch during the rappel and he caused a recurrence of his old injury by leaping from a height to complete the mission successfully.”

Just as he finished, there was a knock on the door outside, followed closely by Aurora entering the ward along with her parents.

Lindsey had no intention of saying hello, but instead quickly pondered, the possibility of Bruce recovering from this injury.

Aurora saw that Lindsey was there, standing next to Old Mr. Grant, and the cynicism in her heart was so strong that it was ready to explode.

And Rhett was startled to see Lindsey, and then he looked at the faces of The Grant family and a cold chill came over him.

The Grant family had called Lindsey instead of notifying them of Bruce’s injury.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Old Mr. Grant waved his hand in a commanding manner, “All of you go outside, Bruce is injured and needs to rest.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, everyone turned around one by one, but Lindsey didn’t move and neither did Aurora.

Old Mr. Grant’s face showed obvious displeasure and his tone of voice was a little heavy. “Aurora, you get out too.”

Aurora pursed her lips and argued in a small voice. “Grandpa, I’m Bruce’s wife and he’s hurt so badly I want to stay and look after him.”

Old Mr. Grant sniffed, suddenly darkening his face. “You’re not needed here to look after him, and don’t stick it in your face.”