The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Since her return, apart from Aurora who was targeting her at every turn, there was another person who seemed to see no good in her.

Although a little out of her depth, Lindsey figured that this person, along with Aurora and Selena, must have worked together.

The blackmail that was all over the place three years ago didn’t come out of nowhere.

“Larissa, I’m guessing this guy is Don the Star, right?” Lindsey let out a soft laugh. “He attacked Mr. Earl, guess the blackmail he prepared didn’t come in handy and he ended up getting shat on.”

“Lindsey, you’re too divine.” Larissa exclaimed. “Go back and look at the pictures yourself online, they’re all in the headlines.”

“Okay, I’ll ask you out to dinner when I get back.” Lindsey grinned, saw Bruce come out of the pool and hung up the phone to walk towards him.

He’d just recovered, rehab had to be done and she had a lot of work to do, and although she had a team of professionals handling the fund, she still wasn’t quite sure.

“How long will you be staying?” Handing him the towel, Lindsey asked, seemingly offhandedly.

Bruce wiped the water from his face and bent down to pick her up and recline her into the recliner together. “What’s the rush, I told Grandpa I’d be back in a week.”

Lindsey lay beside him, squinting up at the blue sky overhead with a teasing tone. “Don’t you get bored staying here every day.”

“Who said stay here every day?” Bruce inclined his head and kissed her ear, picking up his phone to call Hector.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Lindsey closed her eyes reassuringly and sighed as she heard him instruct Hector to take care of Henson honestly and to follow up on the Midstar side.

Henson had been beaten up by Hector for molesting him on the beach, and he didn’t expect to hold a grudge until now.

After being fixed by Edward once, he should have learnt his lesson, but he is still the same.

I wanted to tell Bruce to let it go, but then I thought that she had been bullied so many times, both explicitly and implicitly, that it would be unpleasant for her not to take it out on him.

A short while later, Bruce finished his phone call, tossed it aside and moved to hug her over to him. “All the films Zhongxing has invested in this year will not be approved, and those that have already been filmed will not be licensed for screening.

“What’s the point?” Lindsey grunted, grabbing his hand in a joking tone. “A lesson would be almost enough, Hector stripping someone naked and tying them to a telephone pole is vicious enough.”

“I almost forgot about that if you didn’t tell me.” Bruce gave her a kiss, his starry eyes flushed with a vague coldness. “I’m a man if I don’t step in when the bully is at my door.”

“No need to count, you are.” Lindsey picked up amusedly and simply stopped trying to persuade.

Selena deserved a lot of credit for all the mess Aurora had made of the news.

They were on the same string, no offence.

After lunch, Bruce got the car and camping gear ready and drove Lindsey out of the neighbourhood to the grasslands she had visited before.

Lindsey hadn’t slept well at night, and as the car hit the highway, a soft sleepiness came over her and she couldn’t help but lean back and doze off.

Bruce gave her a sideways glance, and a doting smile rose to his lips.

She was truly exhausted.

Halfway through the walk, another call came in on Lindsey’s phone; it was Jesse.

Shaking it off in confusion, she picked up the phone and listened to her talk about The Bosh family and The Palvin family’s transgressions, her eyelids fluttering. “Why are you all sure, one by one, that I’m involved with The Bosh family?”

“It’s not certain, it’s all speculation now, the person who spread the news probably saw the situation The Palvin family is in today and wanted to use your hand to bring The Palvin family down once and for all, stirring up trouble with The Gregor family in the process.” Jesse sounded gruff. “Lindsey, what do you think about this?”

“Assuming I’m really a descendant of The Bosh family, this kin can’t be claimed either!” Lindsey frowned gravely. “The Palvin family has been able to rise to prominence, and there’s no point in rehashing old scores when there’s so much going on, and it would involve Old Mr. Grant and Old Mr. Du.

“It’s best if you can see that.” Jesse sighed with relief. “It doesn’t matter to me if you’re Fredy’s granddaughter or not.”

“It doesn’t matter to me either.” Lindsey laughed and changed the subject to talk to her for a long time before hanging up the phone.

She didn’t say anything, and Bruce had the good sense to leave her alone.

Part of the reason he had brought her out this time was because of this same thing.

The Bosh family’s fading from the military and political scene was too complicated, and if it came to light, the current president would not look good.

If Lindsey made one wrong move, she and The Grant family would be attacked.

After a long silence, Lindsey took a bottle of water and unscrewed it, raising an eyebrow blandly. “I grew up with my grandfather and had no illusions that I would one day be the daughter of some great family. Nor do I fantasise now, much less go out of my way to publicly acknowledge this marriage.”

“Grandpa’s meant to respect your wishes, since the DNA results are in.” Bruce pursed his lips, his face slightly unhappy. “The time you saved the literary youth from injury, Professor Fredy was at the hospital, and I only found out about it later.”

“No acknowledgement, I’ll tell Grandpa myself later.” Lindsey let out a breath and smiled. “It doesn’t matter to me whether or not I have that double identity.”

“I know.” Bruce laughed and took her hand into his palm with his free hand.

The dry, warm touch calmed Lindsey’s somewhat uneasy emotions abruptly.

It didn’t matter what her status was, she just wanted to be by his side for a long time.

Besides, it was already ancient, so she was not afraid of smouldering if she brought it up.

Those who want to use the knife to kill are either underestimating Old Mr. Grant or underestimating Fredy.

These two are not ordinary men, and who has seen them in disarray when the rumours are so wild.

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When the car arrived at the meadow, Bruce found a place to park and went down to start setting up the tent.

Lindsey sat comfortably on the roof of the car with her phone, taking pictures of the sunset, the sheep and the flowery meadow.

She had taken so many photos in Africa that her phone’s memory card was full of them.

At the last exhibition, she wanted to exhibit some of her pictures, but she didn’t because it was Edward’s dream to exhibit them.

Once the Palvin family had explained what had happened, she might consider opening a small photography exhibition.

The fame is already there and it would be a waste not to take advantage of it.

And Hui Ai had to make sure that there was enough money at all times so that it could be run better.

“What’s on your mind?” Bruce set up the tent and, seeing her still dazed on the roof of the car, couldn’t resist climbing up and reaching out from behind her to hold her tenderly in his arms.

Lindsey inclined her head and kissed him, opening the gallery to show him the photos. “Just took them, and quite a few from Africa.”

Bruce reached over and took the phone away, circling her and flicking down through them one by one.

Not too mature compositions, but you could tell what she was shooting for, each one had a different theme.

“Very nice, want to shoot something else?” Bruce said, holding her down and sealing her lips furiously.

She was with Edward when she took those pictures, and the thought of it irritated him.

Lindsey felt his jealousy and couldn’t help but feel good and amused.

Dinner was exceptionally late and Lindsey finished it, lying on her back in the tent on weak legs, curiously looking at the stars with her telescope.

The grassland was vast and the starry sky overhead looked like a fantasy.

Bruce folded his arms under his head and looked at her with a smile. “Lindsey, do you know when you look your best?”

Lindsey glanced at him and continued to stare into the telescope.

“It was that time at Cloud Mountain Provincial when you raced me.” Bruce rolled over and pinned her down, his voice full of compulsion. “I thought then that if I could get up, I’d marry you.”

Lindsey’s heart fluttered, she had expected him to rogue and tell her that she looked best when she wasn’t wearing it, she hadn’t expected it to be this thing.

“For three years apart, before I went to bed each time, I wished with the heavens that you would be safe and sound.” Bruce’s voice was faintly muffled. “And thinking that I’d bring you home one day.”

“Bruce…” Lindsey put the binoculars down, caught his hand circled around her neck and planted a soft kiss.

“Lindsey …,” Bruce buried himself in her without warning, kissing the scars left on her back again furiously.

Lindsey grunted and let go to match him.

Love was in the air and everything happened naturally.

After three days in the grasslands, the two returned to their cottage in the suburban county of B and rested for a few more days before returning to the city.

Lindsey found that she was now so weak in the knees at the sight of the bed that she was frantic.

Bruce’s energy was just too much for her to handle.

Back at the old house, the two of them had just gotten out of the car when General Mu’s phone call came.

Lindsey and Bruce changed clothes, got into the car and set off for Nine Lakes Hill.

When they arrived at Old Mr. Grant’s house, Lindsey saw that Fredy was there and felt vaguely uneasy as she remembered what Jesse had asked her earlier.

Within a minute of sitting down, Fredy spoke up and confirmed Lindsey’s suspicions.

He had indeed come to the door to announce Lindsey’s birth.

“Fredy, I think it’s best to get to the bottom of this.” Lindsey looked calmly at Old Mr. Grant, “Grandpa, it’s your call.”

Old Mr. Grant frowned, his face not looking too good. “Let’s put this aside and tomorrow I’ll go with you and Bruce and get married.”

Lindsey and Bruce were flabbergasted when the words hit their lips.

Fredy didn’t expect the conversation to turn to this, and the desire for Lindsey to acknowledge her heritage as a member of The Bosh family grew stronger.

After a moment of silence, Old Mr. Grant lifted his cup of tea, took a sip and added, “I had Master Roy calculate the date early in the morning, so you don’t need to prepare anything, you will stay here tonight.”

Lindsey couldn’t tell you how she felt, her mind was in turmoil and she couldn’t help but remind her, “But what about The Palvin family.”

“I’ve been to see Old Mr. Palvin this morning and he’s agreed to announce the annulment to the public.” Old Mr. Grant put down his cup of tea and fixed Bruce with a stern gaze, “I’ve set the date for the wedding too, and when it’s done, you’re going back to the army.”

“Got it.” Bruce replied excitedly, glancing at Lindsey with a grin that said, “Let’s see where you can get away with this.

Lindsey didn’t bother with him, thinking that Old Mr. Grant had really been prepared for this.

After some small talk, Fredy and Old Mr. Grant went upstairs to get down to business, and Bruce immediately sat down next to Lindsey with a playful jab. “Call out for a husband.”

“…” Lindsey gave him a blank look and casually turned on the TV to watch the news.

Bruce watched with him for a while, and when he didn’t see Grandpa come downstairs, he got up and went to the tea room to call Carl.

The domestic news was easy to handle, but the foreign media reports were a little trickier.

When the call came through, Bruce didn’t wait for him to speak and asked, “Have you found the source yet?”

On the other end of the line, Carl swiped his mouse, pulled together the information he’d found and smiled, “Yes, I’m checking with Cary, I’ll call you later with the results.”

Bruce rubbed his brow. “OK, I suspect someone in the country is up to no good, otherwise there wouldn’t be so much news about Lindsey all at once, she’s not a big star.”