Seize His Little Wife

“President Lane? President Lane? “Bess Camp couldn’t help but call out to Baird Lane twice when he lost him in thought and didn’t even hear his cell phone ring.

Baird Lane heard Bess Camp’s voice and gathered his thoughts back, “Yes?”

“Here’s your phone.” Bess Camp pointed to his pocket.

Baird Lane, startled, reached for his cell phone.

The call was from Gates and he didn’t hesitate to answer it, “What’s up?”

There was a silence on the phone.

Baird Lane’s brow furrowed, “Speak! ”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“President Lane, just got a call from Search and Rescue over at ….”

“Say what?” Baird Lane’s brow furrowed tighter, somehow vainly uneasy inside.

On the other end of the line, Gates took a deep breath, “President Lane, you must be prepared for what I say next.”

He solemnly admonished.

Baird Lane got a little impatient and his face sank, “What the hell!”

“Here’s the thing, the search and rescue team called and said they found a woman’s body in a deep pool at the far downstream end of the lake next to the industrial area.” Gates gritted his teeth as he struggled to get the words out.

Baird Lane’s head exploded with a bang, something instantly blew up in his head, causing him to black out a little, his brain was buzzing even more and his voice was hoarse, “What did you say? Found a woman’s body?”

“Yes, the people on the side of the search and rescue team said that the clothes on the female body were the same as those worn by the lady at that time, and suspected that it was the lady …”

“It can’t be!” Baird Lane pranced to his feet, his handsome face unreadable, “It can’t be Christine White!”

“I don’t think it could be the Lady either, but the search and rescue team over there also said that the female body had extensive burns on her face and body, and that she had been dead for no more than seven days, which is just about right for the day of the Lady’s accident, and that we were told to go to the scene and identify the body if we still didn’t believe them.” Gates was speaking more and more quietly.

Baird Lane’s hand trembled with how hard he squeezed his cell phone, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged even higher, showing how unsettled he was inside at the moment.

“Where’s the body?” He asked.

Gates rushed back, “It’s been taken to the funeral home.”

“I know!” Baird Lane hung up the phone with an expressionless face and lifted his feet toward the villa’s entrance.

Bess Camp called out to him, “President Lane, you just said on the phone that a female body was found, right?”

Baird Lane pauses and, for whatever reason, nods in acknowledgement.

Bess Camp’s eyes flashed, “That female body was your wife?”

“I don’t believe she’s Christine White, and until I see it with my own eyes, just based on what the search and rescue team said, it’s not enough to prove that it’s Christine White,” Baird Lane returned coldly.

A quick flash of admiration for him flashed in Bess Camp’s eyes, “President Lane, can I come and see?”

“You?” Baird Lane pursed his thin lips suspiciously.

Bess Camp nodded, “That’s right, I’m still on good terms with Mrs. Yours, and if that female corpse is really Mrs. Yours, I’d like to give her a Land.”

In fact, if that female body was Christine White, he knew better than anyone else that it wasn’t.

And the reason he was there was to find out what was going on with the woman’s body and who had arranged it.

“Whatever!” Baird Lane was in a hurry to get to the funeral home and didn’t want to spend any time here at all, so he didn’t stop Bess Camp from going.

With that, the two drove together toward the funeral home.

On the way, both of them didn’t speak, the atmosphere was so cold that it was about to freeze.

But neither of them cared, their minds were on the female corpse that had suddenly appeared.

Finally, the funeral home arrived and Gates saw the car stop and ran over to open the door for Baird Lane.

As it turned out, when the door opened and down came not Baird Lane, but Bess Camp, he was stunned, “Chief Camp, why you, where is our President Lane?”

Bess Camp pointed to the other side.

Gates follows as Baird Lane comes down the side.

Gates immediately ran over, “President Lane.”

“Where’s the body?” Baird Lane asked, looking at the door of the funeral home.

Gates lowered his head and replied, “It’s on ice in the fridge.”

“So did you see the body before it was frozen?” Bess Camp asked, interjecting suddenly.

Upon hearing the question, Gates’ mind instantly recalled the female corpse he had seen, and a huge wave of nausea rose up, bending over and dry-heaving for several minutes before stopping, but also vomiting tears out of his eyes.

“See …” Gates covered his mouth, his expression as ugly as if he’d eaten something he shouldn’t have.

Baird Lane understood something about it and his face changed, “The body’s rotting?”

Gates nodded back and forth, “Being soaked and rotted, plus that face being burned, was particularly disgusting to look at.”

“Wait, you said the face was burned?” Bess Camp captures this.

Gates took a sip of the water he had brought with him before feeling much more comfortable in his stomach, “Yeah, besides his face, and his body, massive burns.”

“That means she was burned to death?” Bess Camp rubbed her chin and analyzed, “But that’s not right, if she was burned to death, her body should be in the industrial area, so why would it be washed downstream by the lake?”

Baird Lane looked at Gates, waiting for his words.

Gates touched scratched the back of his head, “About that, the coroner gave an answer, he said the body jumped into the lake to try to put out the fire on her body before she was burned again, but the lake was too turbulent, and with the very severe burns she suffered, she didn’t have the strength to swim, and then she drowned.”

“Drowned …” Baird Lane’s eyes deepened, “Is the coroner still around?”

“On.” Gates responded.

“You go to the hospital right now and get Christine White’s DNA profile from Ives Norton.” Baird Lane instructed.

Bess Camp guessed what was going on and looked slightly anxious, “You want to use DNA comparisons to confirm that the body was your wife?”

“The faces are burned, is there any way to confirm it other than that?” Baird Lane swept cold eyes over him.

Bess Camp shrugged her shoulders and didn’t say anything more, but in her mind she was thinking about what she was going to do next.

He knew the body wasn’t Christine White. Christine White wasn’t dead.

So naturally, once the DNA comparisons are made, the results will speak for themselves, and Baird Lane will realize that the appearance of the body was no accident, that it was deliberately staged to mislead everyone that Christine White was dead.

So on the flip side, since this body is not Christine White, doesn’t that mean that Christine White is not dead, and if she is, why did the person who arranged this scene not use the body of the real Christine White, but arrange a new one.

Thinking about this, Bess Camp rubbed his temples with a bit of a headache as he didn’t know what he was going to do next, was he going to block Gates from bringing in the DNA and hide the news that Christine White was alive or was he going to go with the flow and let Baird Lane find out that Christine White was alive.

After wrestling with this for a long time, Bess Camp eventually chose the latter and went with the flow.

Maybe it’s good for Baird Lane to know that Christine White is still alive, at least this way, Baird Lane won’t cancel Christine White’s identifying information, and it won’t be too unacceptable for Christine White to resurface in the future.

With that in mind, Bess Camp drops the idea of blocking Gates from getting his DNA and follows Baird Lane toward the morgue, ready to check out the body posing as Christine White.

When they came to the morgue, a security guard took the body out of the refrigerator and placed it on a bed of ice.

It was then that Baird Lane and Bess Camp looked toward the body, and at that look, both of them frowned hard before averting their eyes, and a slight discomfort, as well as a feeling of nausea, settled in their stomachs.

But compared to Gates who was so exaggerated, the two of them were still more able to keep their composure, and even if they felt revolted, they pursed their lips tightly to prevent themselves from throwing up rudely.

After all, it’s disrespectful to the corpse.

But in the image of this corpse is really tragic, all swollen and disfigured, the general timid people, do not dare to look at the second time, it is no wonder that Gates will vomit in that way.

“President Lane, you would be familiar with your wife, was she your wife?” Bess Camp asked Baird Lane as he nudged toward the body.