The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey was surprised when she saw three white geezers, also running in that direction.

Bruce was a little slow to react, but still in time to shield Lindsey behind himself in time before the other men could strike.

“What are these people.” Lindsey saw that the three white men were not weak and had a vague feeling that they were not very good. “It’s not like they’re coming for us.”

“Good sister, you’re not slow on the uptake.” Bruce talked and laughed and had already exchanged a few moves with his opponent. “They’re coming for our lives.”

Lindsey was stunned to see that Hector had come out of nowhere to fight with her opponent, so she joined the fray.

Three against three, they were evenly matched, and their moves were all lethal.

The man Lindsey was fighting didn’t take her seriously at first, but after being hit several times, he had to take her seriously.

The crowd of onlookers grew, and many of them were keen to call the police. It so happened that a police car passed nearby and the police came over in time to provide support.

However, just before they arrived, Bruce and Lindsey had called it quits and were idly watching Hector.

At Hector’s feet, the stubbornly resisting white man, with a look on his face as if he had seen a ghost, cursed in his native tongue.

Bruce listens and, without moving, turns his head to glance around, takes Lindsey’s hand and hands her a cautious look.

Lindsey nodded, leaving Hector to fend for himself, and followed Bruce as he fought his way out of the circle and ran towards a residential building not far away.

The two men knew they wouldn’t dare shoot each other, so they approached quickly and without fear.

Behind a window on the fifth floor of the building, a long, tall man coldly dropped his binoculars, greeted his men and retreated in a huff.

He had a handsome face, his blond hair neatly trimmed and elegant, and his deep, sea-blue eyes were filled with a playful smile.

Surely the grandson of H’s military god, his employer was right, he did have a couple of tricks up his sleeve.

By the time Bruce and Lindsey arrived, the room where the target had been was empty.

Bruce made a gesture of silence, signalling for Lindsey to stand guard outside while he dashed in and gave it a quick once-over.

Apart from a note deliberately placed on the coffee table, there were no useful clues left in the room.

With the note in hand, Bruce exited, still not daring to be careless, and cautiously escorted Lindsey downstairs.

Coming downstairs, the two men made their customary guarded gestures, glanced around and lifted their feet in the direction of the hotel.

On the way, the more Lindsey thought about it, the more she couldn’t help but ask, “Is it the killer?”

“Well, Phoebe hired it.” Bruce narrowed his brows. “These people should have started following us yesterday, otherwise it wouldn’t be such a coincidence.”

“How is it her?” Lindsey listened confused. “Wasn’t she sent abroad and banned from returning.”

Bruce raised a hand to rub the top of her head and laughed. “It’s not just her, it’s The Palvin family that doesn’t grow up, and maybe the third aunt has a hand in it too.”

Lindsey grimaced breathlessly. “It’s been so many years and the third aunt still can’t swallow it.”

“Can’t help it, Cousin Burton’s been sentenced for over ten years, they’re too late to live now, just get me killed and Grandpa will have to cut loose to save the day.” Bruce shrugged helplessly. “Instead, I’ve made you suffer along with it.”

“What happened to Warren, did they have something to do with it too.” Lindsey, being the smart one that she was, got it right. “Don’t say no to me.”

“Good sister, being too smart is not a good thing sometimes.” Bruce smiled bitterly and took her by the shoulders, adding, “But I like that you’re smart.”

“Slick.” Lindsey curled her arm and bumped him, a little hope growing in her heart that Warren’s disappearance was man-made.

Back at the hotel, Hector had returned early, giving a general idea of who the three white men were and asking Bruce what to do.

“Cool it.” Bruce joked, raising his hand to look at the atomic watch on his wrist. “Get some rest, the gear won’t be delivered until this afternoon, it’s safe here, I’m sure the killers won’t be stupid enough to throw themselves at us.”

Hector nodded and got up and went back to his room.

Bruce embraced Lindsey and watched him up the stairs, suddenly leaning down, smiling against Lindsey’s ear and asking. “Do you want to go out for a bit of excitement.”

“No, with our bare hands, we might as well go out and eat peanuts.” Lindsey gave him a blank look, unmoved. “You’re not allowed to go either.”

Bruce silenced his nose, smiled and hugged her close as they went upstairs together.

Once inside the room and seated, Bruce called Carl and Cary one after another, going over what had just happened and asking them to find out the identity of the killer.

When he finished, he called Jack again and said the same thing again, telling him not to report to Old Mr. Grant for the time being.

When the call was over, the afterglow saw Lindsey already lying down on the bed and got the bad idea to follow suit and lay on top of her, hugging her up and down.

“Bruce, will you please behave yourself.” Lindsey was speechless. “You’ve got too much energy.”

Bruce tightened the force in his hands and nodded pathetically. “Of course I have an excess, I’ve put up with it for three years.”

“But we have to go to Warren this afternoon, so can you refrain.” Lindsey blushed and struggled to take his hand away. “No more of that, or I’ll flip out.”

“I’m already restraining myself, but look at …” Bruce laughed sullenly, catching her hand and holding it down to himself. “He’s not restrained.”

Lindsey pretended not to hear him and closed her eyes to play dead.

“Lindsey …,” Bruce murmured softly against her back. “It’s only one o’clock, plenty of time to rest, and when we get to the desert, we won’t get to be alone together.”

Lindsey was about to object when his hot lips were already pressing down in an extremely lingering …

By the time it was over both of them were so tired that they fell into a deep sleep holding each other until the phone rang again.

Bruce opened his eyes and took the phone and looked at the number and picked it up quickly.

The call was from the search command, informing them that the equipment would be delivered at 6pm and that they had to be at the camp on the edge of the desert by midnight.

Bruce hung up the phone, checked the time and went back to sleep with Lindsey in his arms.

They both woke up at the same time, dressed as quickly as possible and went downstairs for dinner.

At around 6pm, their gear arrived, Bruce checked it out, showed Lindsey how to change and went downstairs to meet up with Hector before heading off to the desert camp.

Warren’s mission was to stop terrorists active on the border from infiltrating into the country and disappearing into the desert, so there must be an ulterior motive.

The night was a little cooler, and as the car drove out of W. Bruce held Lindsey, a sense of unease crept into his heart.

Back in his day, his father had taken on the same mission and then disappeared into the desert in the same way.

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It might all be more than just coincidence.

But Bruce doesn’t want to believe that his father’s departure was not by the sword of the enemy, but by a hidden arrow shot from his own family.

As he wandered off, Hector’s voice, which had little emotion, suddenly rang out. “Something’s happening!”

Bruce turned his head to look out of the window, and in the moonlight, there was a car following behind the jeep they were in, only it didn’t have its lights on.

Crying out in disbelief, Bruce pushed Lindsey’s head down a little and quickly taught her how to use the gun.

“What if I can’t hit it right.” Lindsey tensed up, not expecting to touch a gun for the first time, in this situation.

“It’s okay, it’s for you to use for defence, the other side might have more than one car.” Bruce forced a smile and calmly instructed Hector. “Raise the alert, if necessary, you protect the young lady and go first.”

“I’m not going!” Lindsey answered excitedly. “I’ll be where you are.”

“Fool, you’re more important than my life, do as you’re told.” Bruce rubbed the top of her head dotingly, his eyes sharp as hawks, fixed on the car behind him.

The military jeep bumped along for a while, the road conditions getting worse and worse.

In the darkness, only the white light from the headlights could be seen.

The atmosphere inside the vehicle was strained, with Hector standing by with his gun and Bruce guarding Lindsey, quietly pulling the trigger, aiming his gun at the car behind him.

It was only natural that they would be nervous about driving in the dark and without lights.

Further on, they entered the basin and Bruce’s hands were damp and his breathing was becoming ragged.

Lindsey felt the change in his mood and felt scared too, her heart hanging in her throat, not daring to breathe.

The car in the back of the car was not too far away, not too far away, and the smell of danger was so close that it made people want to go crazy.

A few moments later, Bruce looked up and was about to ask Hector to turn on the searchlights at the back of the car, when a bullet came out of nowhere.

The moment the bullet grazed the car, Bruce and Hector pulled the trigger almost simultaneously.

The car trailing behind suddenly turned on its high beams and accelerated.

Lindsey held her breath and shrank back into the gap between the seats.

She had filmed this scene before when she was in a movie, but it was fake and had special effects.

Now it was a real fight, and if she was not careful, her life would be lost. She can’t help, and she’d better not drag her feet.

Bruce and Hector missed the shot, and with the momentary blindness from the high beam, the car was again hit by several bullets.

The jeep, which had been moving smoothly, suddenly swayed violently, followed by the incredulous voice of the driver. “No good, there’s a car blocking the front too.”

“Lindsey, stay down and don’t move, I’ll protect you.” Bruce’s voice sank as he suddenly moved his gun out the window and fired a shot at the car behind him.

Hector followed suit, his eyes adjusting to the light, the accuracy of their shots instantly improving several times over.

Lindsey held her head in her hands as the sound of gunfire continued to swirl around her ears.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a loud “boom” and the carriage was completely illuminated by fire.

Lindsey’s eardrums hurt, and she looked up and out in confusion.

The car that was following her was blown to the ground and in flames. Before she could ask a question, she heard Bruce and Hector exclaim at the same time. “Look out.”