Seize His Little Wife

Gates Mu felt Baird Lane’s knife-like eyes, coughed awkwardly, and hurriedly drew his hand back, “That, ma’am, don’t be in a hurry …”

“Can I not be in a hurry? It’s gambling!” Christine White stomped her foot, “You hurry up and tell me if this is real or not!”

She can’t believe Mick would really do something like that.

Gates rubbed his nose, “Well ma’am, I’m telling you that it is indeed true and that your parents know it.”

“Baird …” Christine White, still a little disbelieving, looked helpfully at Baird Lane to hear a different answer from him.

Baird Lane read her mind and pursed his thin lips, “Gates is telling the truth!”

Christine White look completely frozen, the whole person is more like to the ice cellar, a long time before coming back to God, bewildered murmured: “Why is it like this …”

She couldn’t fool herself anymore.

There was no way that Gates, as Baird Lane’s chief assistant, could lie, and there was even less chance that Baird Lane would lie to her about something like that, because there was nothing to be gained by lying to her.

So what they’re saying can only be true. Mick really did get hooked on gambling and lost all his money!

Christine White covered her face and whimpered out.

Gates looked at her, then at the bland Baird Lane, and knowing that he was no longer of any use here, he simply excused himself and left.

“Come on, don’t cry.” Baird Lane lifted the covers and got out of the hospital bed.

Christine White heard the commotion and lowered her hands from her face, “What are you doing down here?”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“You’re upsetting me with your crying, come down and pour water.” Baird Lane’s voice returned in a cool, scanty voice.

Christine White huffed, “I’ll do it, your back isn’t healed, so you should stay put.”

She casually lifted her sleeve and wiped her eyes, walking over to a side table to get him some water.

Baird Lane looked at her, “Now what are you going to do?”

Christine White didn’t say anything, just handed him the glass of water.

Baird Lane took a sip of her and wasn’t about to let her off the hook, “Answer me!”

“I don’t know. …” Christine White shook her head.

“No?” Baird Lane snorted, “Christine White, gambling is no small thing, do you really not know what to do?”

Christine White bit her lip, “I do wonder, I never thought Mick would go down this road, I … I’ll ask him!”

She pulled out her cell phone and called Mick White.

Unfortunately, the call didn’t go through and Mick White had turned off his phone.

Christine White couldn’t find him and was so anxious that she dialed the White’s mother again.

But the result was the same, and the White’s mother’s phone was off.

“Why can’t I find anyone!” Christine White put her cell phone down bereft.

Baird Lane glanced at her and calmly sipped his water, “This matter, you can deal with it when you return to your country, there’s no use for you to be anxious now.”

“It’ll have to do. …” Christine White smiled bitterly.

This night, she lost sleep again.

Showing up the next day with two panda eyes, Baird Lane raised the end of his eyebrows and quickly reacted to why she hadn’t gotten any rest.

“You’ve been up the last two nights?” Baird Lane asked coldly as he left the hospital.

Christine White yawned, “I can’t sleep, my mind is full of those things when I close my eyes.”

The night before was full of Baird Lane injuries.

Last night was full of Mick White gambling.

Tortured by all this, where could she sleep.

“Really, then you’re tired of living!” Baird Lane finished mockingly, pulling open the door and getting into the car.

Christine White’s eyes dimmed for a split second before she finally sighed and followed her to the car.

In fact, sometimes she felt that she was living too tired to let go of this and worry about that.

But she can’t help it, that’s just the way she is!

The car drove to the airport in silence.

By the time Christine White helped Baird Lane out of the car, the rest of the company had arrived.

They saw her coming with Baird Lane and couldn’t help but give her another different look and comment.

Christine White didn’t even bother this time, and after helping Baird Lane to Gates Wood’s side, she went back to the line and stood with Debby York, waiting for roll call.

“Christine, is President Lane giving you a hard time?” Debby York came over and whispered.

Christine White rubbed her heavy eyelids, “How so?”

“Of course it’s your black eye, geez, I just thought I saw a panda.” Debby York gave an exaggerated shiver.

Christine White lost her smile, “I’m not sleeping well, what does that have to do with him giving me a hard time?”

“Of course it’s relevant, think about it, if he didn’t give you a hard time, why didn’t you sleep well, tell me honestly, did he think you didn’t take care of him well enough, so he made you do this and that last night?”

“No.” Christine White cried and shook her head, “It’s really just my own lack of rest, it has nothing to do with President Lane, okay stop it, roll call.”

“All right.” Debby York put her head back.

After roll call, those who received boarding passes went to check in.

Christine White looked at the boarding pass in Debby York’s hand and then at her own empty hand and couldn’t help but raise her hand and ask, “Why don’t I have a boarding pass.”

“You’re not going with them.” It wasn’t the executives handing out boarding passes that answered her, but Gates, who was walking this way.

Christine White looked at him, “So who do I go with?”

“You’re going with President Lane, have you forgotten what President Lane said before?” Gates made a motion at her to take off in an upward direction.

Christine White reacted instantly and slapped her forehead, “I really did forget.”

On the way here, she got airsick and threw up, so Baird Lane said to take a private jet on the way back.

But so much had happened in the past two days that she just gave it all up to oblivion.

“Come with me when you remember, President Lane is already waiting.” Gates turned and headed forward.

Christine White picks up her own luggage and prepares to follow, and has just taken two steps when Debby York pulls her to a halt.

“Christine, what are you talking about?”

“Go back and tell you.” Christine White patted the back of her hand soothingly, signaling her to let go.

Debby York let go of her, “That’s fine, make sure you tell me when you get back, I’ve always felt a weird vibe between you and President Lane.”

“Fine, definitely.” Christine White responded perfunctorily for a few moments, then trotted after her toward Gates.

I wonder if it’s the airplane.

She came in on an airliner and the whole thing was airsick.

But this time it was different, she was still a little uncomfortable, but it was completely within the realm of acceptance, she didn’t even feel like throwing up.

Realizing this, Christine White was overjoyed and was about to say thank you to Baird Lane, if he hadn’t moved his private jet out, she would have been throwing up again by now.

Christine White looked toward Baird Lane with a small smile on her face, but the next second her smile froze.

How could she not have expected him to fall asleep with the blindfold on?

“Hey …,” Christine White sighed softly with regret, and had to swallow her words of thanks back into her stomach for now, intending to talk to him when he woke up.

Thinking about this, Christine White gathered the blankets around her and fell asleep as well.

But when she woke up, she was no longer on the plane, but in her room at the villa.

Christine White froze for a long time, trying to remember exactly how she got back, and she lifted the covers and flew downstairs.

Aunt Lucy was cleaning and cleaning and when she saw her coming down, she smiled and greeted her, “Mistress is awake.”

“Aunt Lucy, where’s Baird?” Christine White asked as she scanned the living room.

“Sir went to the hospital.” Aunt Lucy returned as she put down her rag.

Christine White blinked, “How long has it been going?”