Seize His Little Wife

Christine White got up and put her bag on her back and lifted her foot towards the man.

She knows that he asked her to go with him to meet Hugh Dong.

She didn’t want to go, but he didn’t give her a chance to refuse.

Entering the elevator, Christine White finally couldn’t help herself and asked out, “Where are we going to meet Chief Dong?”

“The Wealth Hotel.” Baird Lane returned indifferently.

Christine White gave an oh-so-silent cry, and the air grew stiff with a touch of oppression.

Such depression continued until the hotel, when meeting Hugh Dong gradually dissipated.

“Hello President Lane.” Hugh Dong smiled and extended his hand to Baird Lane, but out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Christine White.

His little action was detected by Baird Lane, and a wave of anger raced through his heart, the cold air around him radiating outward like no money.

“Hello Mr. Dong.” Baird Lane shook Hugh Dong’s hand.

When he gripped it, he slowly tightened his grip.

Hugh Dong only felt a huge force coming from his hand, frowned slightly and looked at Baird Lane with a smile, “President Lane you’re still really enthusiastic.”

He returned the grip hard.

Christine White hadn’t noticed the two men’s dark exchange of words, only that there was something odd about the atmosphere between them.

But what was odd, she couldn’t say, so she stood quietly and said nothing.

Anyway, of the three people here, she was the lowest in status, so she might as well be invisible.

At the thought, she lowered her head and stared at the tips of her shoes.

It didn’t take long to hit before she heard someone calling her again.

She looked up at Hugh Dong who called her, “Chief Dong called me?”

“Right.” Hugh Dong wiped his hands with a handkerchief while smiling and speaking, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Ms. White, and Ms. White is a lot prettier than before.”

Christine White’s small face blushed at the sudden compliment and she was a little embarrassed, “Where, Chief Dong overstated it.”

“I’m not making this up, it’s true.” Hugh Dong blinked his left eye at her.

Baird Lane stepped forward and held Christine White back, “Mr. Dong, you’re not taking me too seriously by striking up a conversation with my wife in front of me!”

“President Lane, what are you talking about, where did I not take you seriously, I was just complimenting Ms. White, you should be proud of that.” Hugh Dong feigned disapproval while folding the handkerchief he had finished wiping his hands with and putting it back into his breast pocket.

This action of his angered Baird Lane, who also took the ornamental handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his hands clean bit by bit.

He scrubbed more carefully than Hugh Dong, missing almost every finger.

After wiping, he didn’t even fold the handkerchief and put it back into his pocket like Hugh Dong, but rubbed it and threw it away, giving the impression that the handkerchief was too dirty to be wanted.

Hugh Dong’s eyes narrowed slightly, “What does President Lane mean by this?”

“Isn’t Mr. Dong very clear?” Baird Lane raised his eyes coldly, “You think my hands are dirty, I think your hands are dirtier!”

“…” The corner of Hugh Dong’s mouth twitched, suddenly speechless.

Christine White finally sensed the saber-rattling between them this time, although she didn’t know exactly why they were like this, but fearing that they would fight over it, she hurriedly stood out and said, “President Lane, Mr. Dong, aren’t you here to talk about cooperation?”

“Right, almost forgot about business.” Hugh Dong reappeared with a smile, “President Lane, how about we get down to business first?”

Baird Lane ignored him and sat straight down.

Hugh Dong didn’t care about his attitude and shrugged his shoulders, pulling away and sitting down across from him.

Christine White looked at Baird Lane, then Hugh Dong, and finally sat down next to Baird Lane.

“Although we signed a contract last time we met, there are some details of the cooperation that haven’t been made clear, here I’ve organized some of them, President Lane will first look over them and see if there are any other suggestions.” Hugh Dong placed the folder he brought on the table and pushed it to Baird Lane.

Baird Lane gave him a cold sweeping look and took the file and flipped through it.

After reading it, his thin lips pursed.

The details on this document were so perfect, taking into account almost everything that could be taken into account, that there was no need for him to make any further suggestions.

“President Lane, what do you think of this detail?” Hugh Dong took a sip of his red wine and smiled at Baird Lane.

It’s obvious that it’s a deliberate show-off.

Baird Lane continued to ignore Hugh Dong and turned his attention to the woman at his side, “Pen!”

Christine White hurriedly opened her briefcase and took out a fountain pen from it and handed it over.

Baird Lane takes it, then signs his name to the document and pushes it back for Hugh Dong.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

“President Lane is pretty cool.” Hugh Dong looked at Baird Lane’s signature and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

The meeting had really gone better than he had expected.

“When will the payments for the collaboration be credited to the communal account.” Baird Lane returned the pen to Christine White.

Hugh Dong knew he was being asked and smiled a little as he returned, “I’ll call when President Lane does.”

“Now then.” Baird Lane said, and sent a message over to Gates.

Hugh Dong slid a few black lines down the corner of his forehead, “President Lane is also a little too positive …”

He put down his wine and had to take out his cell phone to notify his special assistant of the transfer as well.

After all, the words were put out, and he had no choice but to do as he was told.

Christine White was puzzled to see that the two men were still still at odds.

She didn’t understand what they were fighting about when they had nothing against each other.

Thinking, Christine White bit her lower lip, “Dong always …”

“Ms. White.” Hugh Dong looked to her.

Baird Lane narrowed his eyes at her face as well.

Normally Christine White already felt pressurized when she faced such a stare from Baird Lane, but now with a pair of such sights, she just felt uncomfortable all over.

“Mr. Dong, I heard from President Lane that you were the one who asked me to make sure I came over, may I ask if there’s something you want to see me about?” She asked out against the pressure.

That question, too, is at the top of Baird Lane’s list.

He rubbed his thumb and pursed his thin lips as he waited for Hugh Dong’s answer.

Hugh Dong laughed lowly, his eyes slightly curved as he laughed, driving the tear mole below the corner of his eye, simply excessively seductive and provocative.

“Things to no, it’s just that I haven’t seen you Ms. White in a long time, so I wanted to meet you.”

“Just like that?” Christine White was slightly surprised.

Hugh Dong nodded, “Yeah, I would have contacted you personally, but I don’t have your contact information, how about this Ms. White, how about we save a phone number?”

He picked up the cell phone next to his hand and shook it.

“This …” Christine White looked to Baird Lane with difficulty, “is better … ”

She hadn’t forgotten his warning to stay away from other men.

Baird Lane stared at Hugh Dong with an extremely ugly face, “Mr. Dong, what do you mean by asking for my wife’s phone number?”

This man, indeed, has something against Christine White.

Not only did he say he wanted to meet her in front of him, but he also wanted to store contact information, so it was clear that he was provoking him and digging for him in the process.

Think he’s dead?

Baird Lane clenched his fists at the thought.

Hugh Dong pretended not to see the anger in his eyes, propped up his head and returned lazily, “There is no meaning ah, just thinking about how I and Ms. White is also a friend, there is nothing wrong with saving a contact information before friends, right?”

With that, he pulled up the dialing screen, “Ms. White, what’s your number, I’ll call you.”

He was coming on strong and clearly didn’t want to stop until he got to the phone.

Christine White reached under the table pleadingly and tugged at Baird Lane’s coat, “Baird…”