The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey immediately retreated to the innermost part of the elevator, reflexively making alert movements.

The two strange men who rushed in first, one guarding a corner with a tacit agreement to strike first, the purpose seems to be only to kidnap.

Lindsey smelled the air vaguely with the smell of anesthetics, then secretly screamed a bad thing, immediately hold your breath, the hand like a bolt of lightning to counterattack back.

However, the other side came prepared, after the two who played the front fell, the next few shots are deadly moves, one of them also showed the baseball bat carried.

The elevator space is small, kung fu can not be used, Lindsey gritted his teeth and fierce, using close combat tactics, one by one to knock down the opponent.

“With a ding, the elevator stopped on the third floor and the last thug was kicked in the chest, his body flew out and landed heavily on the ground.

Lindsey straightened out the wrinkled jacket, one by one, kicked out the people who were fainting on the ground, and stepped out of the elevator with ease.

“… sister-in-law?” Dick looked at the man flying out of the elevator at his feet, then at Lindsey. “What happened?”

Lindsey looked at him suspiciously for a second and spread her hands, “I don’t know, I was just about to call the police. Why are you here.”

“I …” Dick said halfway through the sentence, behind him suddenly leapt up a robust figure, vigorously tapped him on the shoulder: “Running what running … …”

Miller did not finish his sentence, suddenly saw Lindsey, and see the ground lying on the ground several people, the turn of phrase, asked: “What happened.”

“Nothing, these few ungrateful molest my sister-in-law, let me to beat.” Dick’s tone was light as he explained, “Miller, this is my sister-in-law Lindsey.”

“Met her once.” Miller was no stranger to Lindsey: “Hello Miss Lindsey, I’m Miller.”

Lindsey smiled and politely extended her hand, “Hello.”

Miller reached out and shook her hand, turned around and threw Dick a wink, and turned around to leave.

Lindsey glanced at the man on the ground and frowned: “Leave this to you, and don’t tell Bruce.”

Dick touched his nose speechlessly, thinking that really is The Grant family people, the same temperament are the same.

Lindsey said, without looking back, turned around and walked into the fire escape, took out his cell phone to call Charlotte back.

At the other end, Charlotte was waiting anxiously and asked worriedly as soon as the call was answered, “Are you all right? What the hell happened.”

“The driver said he got the call from you and sent me straight to the Palace.” Lindsey said as she descended the stairs, “I’m fine, and I just ran into Dick.”

“Kaiser Palace, what was he doing there.” Charlotte dropped her heart when she heard she was fine. “I’m leaving the office now, I’ll be at the old mansion in about half an hour, you should go back soon too.”

“Good.” Lindsey answered with a smile, ended the call, and walked out of the hotel lobby with her eyebrows furrowed.

Lindsey returned to the car as if nothing had happened, Lindsey said something about going back to the Grant Residence, and then leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes to rest.

Grant Residence’s maids and drivers are carefully selected, and most of them are retired military personnel, and their loyalty is unquestionable. Basically, we can rule out the possibility that the driver is a joint outsider to set himself up.

But the person hiding behind this phone call, and who would it be.

After filtering through the people she knew, Lindsey quickly thought of one person – Phoebe.

It is not known whether she had any private phone contact with Bruce, but there is reason to suspect her.

Tina had returned overnight from the night she cleaned up after Kevin at Cloud Mountain, and had not been seen since. Bruce almost died last night when she showed her face at the auction.

All kinds of actions that already indicate the problem of these.

Opening her eyes, Lindsey rubbed her temples unconsciously, mockingly ticking up the corners of her lips.

Back at the Grant Residence, Charlotte’s car came in just in time and Lindsey got out, waiting for her to approach and said quietly, “I suspect Phoebe is behind this, don’t tell Bruce about this beforehand and don’t blame the driver.”

“Okay, I’ll ask Cary to check it out.” Charlotte’s face was stony: “Did you do anything.”

Lindsey propped up her arms and spun around mischievously, “What do you think.”

Charlotte lost her smile and affectionately took her by the shoulders and went to the side yard.

He opened the desk drawer and gently took out two beautiful boxes: “Lindsey, you can take them.”

“What for.” Lindsey put down her laptop and walked over to him, confused: “Mysterious.”

Bruce sweated, opened the box and took out the Cartier love bracelet inside: “It’s for you.”

“So insincere.” Lindsey snickered: “I thought you would get a stone and hand polish it as a gift to me.”

“Isn’t it possible to give enough for seven pieces and still summon a divine dragon.” Bruce also smiled, gently holding her hand and carefully helping her put it on: “Thank you for taking care of me all this time.”

“That’s all the sincerity you have?” Lindsey looked at him with a smile, “In another half month, I should move out.”

“…” Bruce looked up to meet her eyes and said helplessly, “No need to move, you’ll stay here, or grandpa will worry.”

Lindsey pulled over a chair and sat down, with one hand on her chin, her big watery eyes looking at him for a moment: “Bruce, has anyone ever told you that you have nice eyes.”

“You’re the first.” Bruce raised his eyes to meet her gaze, his heart sour and inexplicable. “When you’re done with your exams, I’ll ask Grandpa to arrange a blind date for you.”

Lindsey was confused for a moment, blinking incredulously. “You’re out of your mind, I have to go to school and fulfill grandpa’s last wish, what blind date.”

“Old Mr. Heard before leaving, what exactly left a message, you must go to school?” Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, but the concern in his eyes was not the least bit fake. “Do you need me to help you?”

Lindsey waved his hand, smiled bitterly and stood up to lift his feet towards the window. “I can’t say, but he told me to study more and do this on my own, and not to marry anyone until I’m good at it.”

Bruce controlled the wheelchair and slid over to her, taking her hand in his customary grip. “I’ll stay with you.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Lindsey freezes for a few seconds, sits wearily on his lap, buries her head in his chest and murmurs, “Bruce, in this world except for my brothers, you treat me the best.”