The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Calling Larissa and learning that she happened to be out of action, Lindsey hung up the phone and immediately asked Hector to drive herself there.

Edward and the guys were still in the mountains and hadn’t returned, but with photos being tweeted every day, Lindsey wasn’t worried.

When they arrived at Larissa’s place, Lindsey told Hector to go back first and went upstairs herself.

Lindsey couldn’t stand her cuddly attitude and pushed her away with disgust. “It’s only been a few days, do you have to.”

“Yes, too much so.” Larissa looked her up and down and wondered, “Where have you been, you’re so tanned.”

“Tanned?” Lindsey touched her cheek unconsciously. “Why don’t I feel it.”

Larissa rolled her eyes breathlessly and pulled her over to the couch to sit down. “There’s been a lot of gossip around here in B City lately, and it’s just as well you’re here as the real owner, so I’m gossiping about it.”

“What gossip.” Lindsey picked up the milk on the table and took a gentle sip. “How come I don’t know.”

“It wouldn’t be gossip if you knew.” Larissa looked at her impotently. “It’s all over the news out there that the one from The Palvin family, was forced by you to agree to the annulment and that you made someone kneel in public.”

“Good sister, do you think I look like one of those, unknowingly evil people?” Lindsey pointed at her nose. “Seriously.”

Larissa didn’t believe the rumours either, it was just that everyone was talking out of their noses and she was inevitably curious.

“I’m telling you, those so-called sons of the family are all idle idlers with nothing better to do.” Lindsey frowned. “I’d like to beat her until her parents can’t recognize her, but you know how many people are watching my every word and action, and I can’t embarrass Old Mr. Grant.”

Larissa had a mental picture of Aurora’s bruised and battered face and snorted with laughter.

After a few moments of small talk, Lindsey was persuaded by Larissa to accompany her for a facial and an afternoon of bookstore shopping, before informing Hector to drive over and heading off to the beauty school in a happy mood.

It was summer vacation and the campus was not crowded.

Lindsey got out of the car and called Chen’s assistant first, learning that Professor Lee was not yet back, and walked to the court.

Probably because there was no one there, the one who was shooting a basketball stood out.

Lindsey found a shady spot to sit down when she was surprised by the basketball in his hand, which suddenly came crashing down on her.

The ball flew fast and with such force that Lindsey dared not take it, so she ducked her head and looked at the man with anger. “What do you mean?”

Randy smiled and went to retrieve the ball, raising his eyebrows slightly. “What a coincidence.”

Lindsey thought he looked a bit familiar and had to shrug, but when she saw Abby walking down the boulevard, she got up and ran over to him. “Sister.”

“Lindsey?” said Abby, startled to see it was Lindsey. “Did I see you right, the last time I saw you on TV I thought I was dreaming.”

“You weren’t dreaming, I did come back for a while.” Lindsey reached out and gave her a hug. “I heard from Professor Lee that you had gone away to work, I didn’t expect to meet you today.”

“For the summer, I came back to see Grandpa.” Abby smiled widely. “Come on, come up to the house and sit down.”

“Okay.” Lindsey said, not even looking at Randy, and took her hand affectionately, walking in the direction of the family building.

Randy patted the ball in his hand with interest, and his eyes fell on Lindsey with a hint of amusement.

Lindsey was oblivious to this and went home with Abby to sit for a while, just as Professor Lee returned, accompanied by Bruce.

While Abby was pouring the tea, Lindsey asked him quietly in a lowered voice, “How did you know I was at Professor Lee’s house.”

“Hector’s outside.” Bruce finished, smiling and rubbing the top of her head. “Did you sleep well.”

Lindsey was embarrassed, not expecting him to be so cheeky as to ask such a question in front of Professor Lee.

Did he sleep well, as if he didn’t know.

After talking to Professor Lee for a while, Lindsey finally agreed to his proposal to stay at the School of American Studies to teach and apply for a PhD programme.

When she got out of the American Academy, it was dark, and Lindsey, with her head tilted on Bruce’s arm, went over what she’d heard from Larissa about how she’d set Burton up, cleaned up Aurora, and made enemies everywhere, saying breathlessly, “These guys are so idle.”

“It’s a good thing we’re not idle, The Grant family have the blood and the arrogance to do so.” Bruce took her shoulder and patted it gently. “Cousin Burton expects to be out in a few days.”

“Are you reminding me to be merciful, or just keep beating the shit out of him.” Lindsey grunted mindlessly. “Grandpa’s letting him out at this time because of Uncle’s funeral, I think.”

Bruce nodded, his fingers naturally rubbing her soft earlobe. “I’m hesitant now to tell Grandpa the truth about Dad leaving.”

Lindsey’s heart clogged and she unconsciously clutched his hand. “Not yet, the funeral should be soon, so don’t put him to death at this time. A lifetime of walking through gunfire to come and not get hurt by the enemy, but instead get hit by his daughter’s knife.”

Bruce narrowed his eyes and let out a long sigh. “I didn’t know that, but when Cousin Burton came out, my plans were all messed up.”

Lindsey frowned and asked what he’d planned.

“After you ran off, I used some tricks to lure Cousin Burton into telling the truth about my car accident.” Bruce’s voice was faint. “It’s something I don’t want to just let go, and according to the plan, he should be dead in prison in another year.”

“I understand how you feel, it’s better to wait until after my uncle’s funeral.” Lindsey shook his hand heartily. “Anyway, Sanguine is family after all.”

Bruce laughed bitterly and leaned over to lean heavily on her back, looking exhausted to the core.

Back at the old house after dinner, Jack called and told them to pack their bags and stay at the Royal Garden.

Lindsey finished packing her own bags and when she saw Bruce not moving, she couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Bruce forced a smile. “I just don’t really like it, eating and talking under the same roof as the third aunt.”

Lindsey’s heart fluttered and she stepped forward to hug him tenderly. “You still have Grandpa, and me.”

Bruce hugged back over, the force in his hands tightening …

There were many rooms at the Royal Garden House and Lindsey and Bruce were put next door to Old Mr. Grant’s room. The two dropped off their bags and went to meet Old Mr. Grant before holding hands and going to their room to rest.

The cottages on the hill are of various styles, from European, Chinese and completely unidentifiable.

At night, as far as the eye could see, there were guards with dogs on patrol.

Lindsey leaned out of the window for a while, yawned mindlessly and rolled wearily into bed.

“Would you like some milk? I’ll have logistics warm a glass up for you.” Bruce knew she was tired and got up and went over to rub her shoulders heartily. “It’s probably going to be a week, so bear with me.”

“I’m fine, it’s just the atmosphere at home that’s depressing.” Lindsey rolled over and looked at him face to face. “How long do you have left on sick leave.”

“Two more months, I think, and I’ll have to go back to the army when Dad’s funeral is over.” Bruce lowered his head and buried it deep into the crook of her neck. “Can’t leave you.”

“It’s not like I’m not coming back.” Lindsey lifted her hand and tapped him on the head. “I could have come to see you too.”

“We lost three years, and I want so badly to make it up to you for not loving you properly when you were at your best age.” Bruce’s voice was low and a little sad-sounding. “I wasn’t a good husband.”

“Who’s your wife, don’t be so cheeky.” Lindsey couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “We’ve got a million three years ahead of us, I’m waiting for you to give it all back.”

Bruce’s eyes were tinged with laughter. “Give it back now …”

“No fooling around, Grandpa’s next door.” Lindsey pushed him away reluctantly. “Are you ashamed of yourself.”

Bruce was dumbfounded and lowered his head and kissed her deeply for a while before releasing her and getting up to change into his pyjamas.

Lindsey knew that Old Mr. Grant had a morning routine, so after washing up, she greeted Bruce and went out to walk Old Mr. Grant up the hill.

Old Mr. Grant was still not in the best of spirits and after moving around for a while, he found a place to sit and rest.

Lindsey moved around a bit and watched Bruce practice with him.

Old Mr. Heard taught him this style of kung fu, which is designed to cultivate the body and strengthen the will. He had been practising for three years and now he was fighting with style, with a move that was quite like the hermit Wind Entertainment.

“You’re a good boy Warren, after all these years in L city, it’s time to move.” Old Mr. Grant suddenly spoke up, “Want him to come up to the capital or not.”

“Uh …” Lindsey was startled. “Grandpa, I can’t give you any advice on this matter, I want Warren to go all the way up the hall and use his shoulders to protect the people of this country.”

“You’re full of sophistry, you girl.” Old Mr. Grant broke into a rare smile. “You’re my granddaughter and grandson in law, so naturally Warren is my grandson too, so shouldn’t I be looking after him.”

Lindsey smiled bitterly. “Lindsey thanked her grandfather for his love, but the iron has to be ironed out and Warren can go as far as he wants to go.

Old Mr. Grant pondered slightly, smiled and waved his hand, greeting Jack as he descended the hill. “So be it ….”

Lindsey got up and watched him walk away, sitting back down with a heavy heart.

Bruce finished his round of punches and, seeing her face not look right, was concerned, “What’s wrong?”

“Grandpa asked me about Warren’s transfer and I turned it down.” Lindsey frowned, meeting his gaze suspiciously. “Grandpa didn’t seem too happy about it.”

Bruce laughed at that. “You don’t know Grandpa, he never does anything without a reason to take sides.”

Lindsey smiled back. Thinking about it, Old Mr. Grant was a man of many reputations, how could he really promote anyone and look after them without observing them beforehand.

As we were talking, a bright figure came running up the hill. The pink tracksuit stood out in the greenery.

Looking around, she realised it was Aurora, and Lindsey raised an unconscious eyebrow and looked at her with a bemused gaze.

Aurora also saw Lindsey, and Bruce beside her, and her eyes changed slightly.

When she reached the vicinity, she suddenly stopped and walked over towards them with a large flourish. “What a coincidence.”

“No coincidence.” Bruce uttered coldly. “Lindsey, let’s go.”

Lindsey smiled, lifted her hand to his, and calmly rose.

Aurora was furious, but couldn’t take it personally, so she watched as they walked away sweetly.

After pulling away, Lindsey teased Bruce in a sour tone, “You’re so charming, people can’t get enough of you.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.