The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Without hesitation, Edward replied, “I’ll go too.”

The anxious look got a big laugh from Karen.

A few moments later, Lindsey went through the budget statements and asked Karen to make a separate list of any problems so that the team could reassess the calculations.

Having finished her business, Lindsey saw that Edward had a lot of work to do, so she got up and went to the recreation room.

After sitting down and having half a cup of coffee, Fredy’s assistant called and conveyed Fredy’s invitation for her to go to dinner at Fragrant Garden in the evening.

Lindsey excused herself on the grounds that she had a social engagement and offered to make amends in person at the appropriate time.

The call ended and the phone was still not picked up when another call came in.

This time it was Bruce who called, and as soon as he got through he said. “About what time can you be back, I’ll wait for you for dinner.”

Lindsey didn’t want to be alone with him yet, afraid she wouldn’t be able to hold it together, so she pulled a random excuse. “I’m busy, if you want to eat, eat by yourself.”

On the other end, Bruce was silent for a long time, and only after a long time did he reply in kind.

Lindsey hung up with a frown, put the phone away and saw Edward come in, and immediately raised a smile. “Come and rest when you’re done.”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Edward sat beside her nonchalantly and spoke hesitantly, “I heard through the grapevine that you’re Fredy’s own brother’s granddaughter and that it involves The Palvin family, which is why Old Mr. Grant wants you as a goddaughter.”

“You’re well-informed.” Lindsey snorted a laugh. “Good logical reasoning too, but unfortunately I haven’t heard anything like that.”

“Don’t undermine me just yet.” Edward sweatdropped and couldn’t help but laugh himself. “Just tell me if it’s true.”

“Of course not, whoever spread this news probably watches too many TV shows.” Lindsey snorted. “If you’re going to make it up, you should make it up in a more dominant way, why not say I’m related to the President.”

Edward didn’t say anything, he didn’t believe the news either, but everyone was saying the same thing, so he couldn’t help but be swayed.

Lindsey took an elegant sip of her coffee and, seeing that he was still distracted, simply changed the subject.

After a short chat, it’s time for the interview with the magazine. Lindsey goes to the bathroom, looks in the mirror and heads to the interview room without putting on any make-up.

On the way, she met Larissa and was unexpectedly stopped and given a light make-up job as quickly as possible.

I said light make-up, but it was just a little lipstick and some eyebrow powder.

When Lindsey arrived at the interview room, she apologised to the journalists and was very polite.

It’s not a big deal to be a minute or two late, but Lindsey’s sincere apology made the journalist a little embarrassed.

The assistant had already gone over the content of the interview, but Lindsey is not used to memorising scripts and talking to people, so she basically said whatever came to mind.

At the end of the conversation, the journalist completely forgot the purpose of her interview and just talked to Lindsey about food, and ate a lot of snacks.

When it was over, Lindsey graciously gave the journalist her assistant’s mobile number and invited her to go on a trip to Cloud Mountain sometime.

Edward looked across the interview room at the reporter, who was almost lost in Lindsey’s thoughts, and his starry eyes were tinged with laughter.

This was the first interview Lindsey had given since the film had been shot, and there was no doubt that she had done a great job, and more than he could have imagined.

Sending the reporter away, Lindsey pulled open the sliding door to the next door and grumbled wearily. “How many more interviews are coming up?”

Edward reached for his assistant’s log book and flipped it open casually. “Two, there’s a flagship shop opening for the brand next week and you’ll need to make an appearance then.”

“Good.” Lindsey raised her hand to check the time and was just about to say goodbye when her phone rang first.

Taking the phone, Lindsey shrugged as she looked at the number and saw that she didn’t recognise it, and pressed the button to hang up.

“It’s not Bruce calling, is it?” Edward saw this and warned kindly. “Should I call back.”

The two stood right by the large banquette, the setting sun coming in through the blinds on the window, dappled with streaks of light, one imprinted on the tabletop.

Lindsey curled her fingers and flicked them a few times without rhythm between the patches of light and the shadows, tilting her head up to look at him.

Edward was about the same height as Bruce, and from her angle his tanned, light wheat skin was still delicate and smooth, and his obsidian eyes reflected her silhouette above his high nose.

Slowly meeting his eyes, Lindsey was suddenly angry, tugging violently at his tie and pinning him down to the dais, narrowing her eyes to peer at him. “Edward, I told you, I don’t need this condescending concern from you.”

“Lindsey you know that, I’m not condescending.” Edward met her gaze, swallowed hard and spoke out calmly. “I love you!”

Lindsey let go in dismay and turned her back to him sharply. “But you also know that I don’t love you.”

“So what, the three years in Africa were the happiest I’ve ever had in my life.” Edward braced himself on the tabletop and stood up with difficulty, unable to stop himself from hugging her from behind her. “Just give me a chance.”

Lindsey’s spine stiffened slightly, her beautiful face folding into a frown where he couldn’t see it.

Edward didn’t go any further, just held her, his heart almost beating out of his chest.

As he waited in despair, Lindsey’s voice rang out in a clear voice. “Edward, you feel for me as I do for him, you know.”

Edward abruptly tightened his grip and buried his head deep into the crook of her neck, his voice husky. “I don’t want to understand, I want to take his place.”

“Hiss …” Lindsey struggled to push him away as the wound on her back instantly lurched. “I actually have something else to tell you, today.”

Edward’s heart inexplicably panicked and he crumpled to a seat on the large banquette. “Go ahead.”

“As of next month, the charity’s offices will be moving out of Wind Entertainment,” Lindsey said, turning around and meeting his gaze openly and squarely. “I don’t have a lot of family, and my few brothers have grown apart since my grandfather left, so I’m especially grateful to you for taking care of me all these years.”

The temperature under Edward’s eyes, chilled a little, and with difficulty he squeezed out a reluctant smile. “I’ll always be your family.”

Lindsey couldn’t bear to see him hurt, so she gathered up her papers and left with a soft farewell.

It was dark back at the Grant Residence and immediately upon entering the side yard a maid came to inform her that dinner was ready next door and that she should hurry over.

Lindsey put down her computer, thought about changing into some loose clothes, and paced after the maid to the next door without emotion.

Just as she entered the courtyard door, she heard Old Mr. Grant’s unpleasant voice from the living room, followed closely by another female voice, which followed.

Aurora … What was she doing here.

Lindsey paused in her steps and didn’t wait to exit when the door to the living room was suddenly pushed open.

A middle-aged woman came out first, followed by Aurora, followed by a middle-aged man of Aidan’s age.

Lindsey is startled for a moment, remembering that the middle-aged woman is Aurora’s mother and the man is Rhett, the eldest son of The Palvin family, Aurora’s father.

Politely stepping aside, he was hesitant to say hello when he heard Aurora grunt indifferently. “It’s different when you’re born of a mother, you’re justified in being shameless.”

Lindsey’s face suddenly turned extremely ugly, and the hands hanging at her side slowly, slowly clenched into fists.

At that moment Bruce followed him out, not knowing whether he had heard Aurora or not, he saw his cold gaze, looking straight at Merry, and said with a hooked smile, “Mrs. So, your daughter’s mouth is a little unclean, would you like the guards here to help clean it?”

“Aurora, apologise to Miss Lindsey at once!” Merry smiled a very hard smile and scolded in a fake stern manner. “How can you be so rude to Old Mr. Grant’s granddaughter.”

Aurora blushed abruptly, bit her lip and plucked a hateful glance at Lindsey, saying reluctantly, “Sorry, I was talking about the news on the internet.”

After the words, she raised the phone in her hand and curled her red lips in a provocative manner.

Lindsey didn’t say a word, her fists clenched tightly, her nails digging deep into her flesh, unaware of the pain.

Bruce noticed her face was not right and immediately took control of his wheelchair and slid over to her, gently holding her hand in a heartfelt grip. “It’s just a dog barking, Grandpa’s waiting for you in the house for dinner.”

Lindsey nodded woodenly and drew her hand back, turning blandly into the living room.

Rhett and Merry were uncomfortable at the thought of being scolded in front of their faces by a junior. They could only glare at Aurora in disgust and brutally drag her away.

Bruce watched the three of them leave the courtyard and immediately turned around and returned to the living room.

Lindsey had gone to the dining room and seemed to be talking to Old Mr. Grant, in a tone that sounded very low.

Bruce’s heart ached and he slid the wheelchair across the corridor in fear that Lindsey would disappear again in a fit of anger.

Old Mr. Grant heard the movement, glanced sideways at him and said indifferently, “Go wash your hands and eat.”

“Yeah.” Bruce answered, his heart hanging in the air as his eyes scanned Lindsey’s face.

Lindsey didn’t have much of an appetite and barely finished her bowl so as not to spoil Old Mr. Grant’s fun, before putting her chopsticks down.

“The food not to your liking?” Old Mr. Grant spoke lightly, “Still not feeling well.”

“No.” Lindsey said honestly, “It was hard enough for my parents to give birth to me, and I’ve left them in peace.”

“If you’re always concerned about what people think, no one should live.” Old Mr. Grant also put down his chopsticks and looked at her kindly. “It’s a piker’s bravery.”

Bruce heard the words chiding him and hung his head silently.

“Grandpa, have I caused you a lot of trouble for The Grant family, this time back.” Lindsey pursed her lips and murmured in resignation. “I’m better off moving out.”

“What do you mean trouble.” Old Mr. Grant looked slightly offended. “I’ve lived my whole life and when have I ever cared what outsiders think.”

Lindsey tried to explain, but was cut off by Old Mr. Grant before she could say anything else. “You’ll stay when I tell you to.”

Lindsey pursed her lips in silence, and when she saw the faintest hint of a smile on Bruce’s lips, she was so angry that she kicked him under the table.

The kick was so hard that Bruce fought back the pain and deliberately echoed Old Mr. Grant’s words. “Listen to Grandpa and stay when he tells you to.”

Lindsey sniffed, her breath caught in her chest and she almost choked.

After dinner, Old Mr. Grant sat down for a while and left to return to Nine Lakes Hill.

As Lindsey walked him out, she stopped back at her yard.

When she pushed open the living room door, she was furious to see Bruce appearing from nowhere.