Seize His Little Wife

How do you retaliate?

Christine White dropped her eyelids to hide the darkness in her eyes and didn’t reply.

Bess Camp waited for a while, and still didn’t see her wanting to answer, shrugged her shoulders and didn’t push her.

“Well it looks like you’re not thinking about it, so let me know when you do and I’ll help you.” Bess Camp said as she stroked her head.

Still not saying a word, Christine White rose quietly from his arms.

Bess Camp looked at the wet expanse of clothing on her chest and rubbed her temples in tears, then greeted Land’s assistant as she cleaned up the hospital room.

After the ward was cleaned up, Bess Camp pulled Christine White up off the floor, “Do you want to stay here or get a different ward?”

“Right here.” Christine White finally responded, her voice fading back.

Bess Camp frowned, sizing her up carefully.

After looking at her for a moment, he suddenly felt that she had changed somewhere.

On second thought, it’s temperament!

Her demeanor changed, became inscrutable.

“Christine, say what’s on your mind, don’t hold it in.” Bess Camp reminded.

It wasn’t clear if this sudden shift in her behavior was good or bad.

Hearing the concern in Bess Camp’s words, Christine White lifted her head and squeezed out a smile at him, “I’m fine, don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to me until I get back at those people, I’ll take care of myself and live well!”

“That’s good.” Bess Camp nodded reassuringly.

Christine White’s eyes flashed slightly, “Brother, Baird Lane when is he getting married?”

Bess Camp looks to Land’s assistant.

Assistant Land shook his head.

Bess Camp withdrew her gaze before she returned, “It’s not clear yet, but I’ll have someone keep poking around and I’ll let you know as soon as I have any news.”

“Good.” Christine White nodded.

Bess Camp looked at her, “What are you trying to do by asking that?”

The corner of Christine White’s mouth curled up coldly, “Nothing, wanted to give them a gift.”

She wanted to see if Baird Lane and Molly Bort, the two of them, would still be able to get married peacefully after receiving her gift.

“What gift?” Bess Camp came to attention.

Christine White narrowed her eyes, “Didn’t Baird Lane forget about those three years, so I suppose he wouldn’t know about Toby Dean.”

“Who’s Toby Dean?” Bess Camp didn’t know either.

Christine White explained, “Toby Dean is a jewelry designer and the person Molly Bort really loves, it’s just that Molly Bort is a very possessive person, wanting love and money and power, so she loved Toby Dean while not being able to give up Baird Lane before she would want to kill me.”

“So that’s it.” Bess Camp rubbed her chin in realization.

Christine White tugged on his coat, “Brother, do me a favor.”

“You say.”

“Help me collect things between Molly Bort and Toby Dean when she used to be abroad, the more intimate the better, I want to announce it at Baird Lane’s wedding to her, so that everyone will know what kind of a person the new Mrs. Lane is, and so that Baird Lane will know what kind of a person his new wife really is. ” Christine White said coldly.

“So that’s your gift.” Bess Camp raised an eyebrow, “Are you sure you want to do this? You do realize that once it’s announced, President Lane’s face will be disgraced.”

“Hmph, I was hurt so much because of him, my life was on the line a few times, and he was so nice, he just forgot about me, and had to marry the person who harmed me, why should I care about his face if he’s going to do that to me.” Christine White returned with an expressionless face.

Bess Camp gave a low chuckle, “In that case, well, I’ll help you.”

“Thank you brother.” Christine White thanked sincerely.

Bess Camp rubbed a handful of her head, “You’re welcome, get some rest, I’ll leave and see you later.”

“Well, take care on the road.” Christine White waved.

Bess Camp left and the door to the hospital room slammed back shut.

Christine White lay in her re-made hospital bed, picked up her newly acquired cell phone, and flipped up the wall to the national website, searching for news about Baird Lane.

Baird Lane, as the president of The Lane Family Group, was watched by many, and naturally there was a lot of news, and as soon as she searched for it, a lot of them popped up, the latest of which was the news that he was getting married.

Although some netizens were quite critical of his need to take a new wife just after the death of his ex-wife, the vast majority of them voted in favor of it.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

In favor?

Christine White snorted, hating Baird Lane in her heart.

He had brought her so much misfortune and made her live such a bad life, why should he forget her to the back of his mind as soon as something happened to him, what was the difference between this kind of behavior and abandoning her even more.

Since he was unkind, she definitely didn’t want him to be nice either!

Deadly squeezing her cell phone, Christine White’s eyes were filled with determination, the kind of determination that could defy all odds and leave everything behind!

Six years later, a Boeing airplane cut through the clouds and slowly came to rest at C-Time International Airport.

Christine White, with her waist-length waves and a fiery red knee-length halter dress, emerged from the airport walkway in eight or nine centimeters of hate heights.

She was pulling a suitcase with her left hand and was talking on the phone with her right hand held up to her cell phone, the sound of her clattering heels and the rolling wheels of her suitcase mingling.

When the crowd took a look, they all marveled at the so-called beauty.

“Alright brother, I’m already here, don’t worry, I’ll take care of myself, I’ll pick up the kids in a while and then go to the hotel, say hi to mom and dad for me, bye!” Christine White smiled at her cell phone before hanging up, then walked out of the airport gate and stopped a cab.

“Division White, go to the city hospital!” After getting into the car, Christine White said to the driver.

The driver looked at the route and started the car.

An hour or so later, the city hospital arrived.

Christine White paid and got out of the car, dragging her suitcase into the hospital and heading for the surgery.

She stopped outside the door of one of the director’s offices, first looking up at the doorplate, a flash of nostalgia in her eyes before she lifted her hand and knocked on the door.

“Come in.” A crisp male voice came through the door.

Christine White wrenched the door open and entered, “It’s me.”

Hearing her voice, the man behind the desk who was buried in writing something paused for a second, then the next moment immediately raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him incredulously.

“You …”

“I’m back!” Christine White interrupted with a laugh.

Ives Norton, having ascertained that the person in front of him was not a dream, but real, hastily dropped the pen in his hand and stood up, “How … how did you get back?”

He couldn’t even speak in his excitement.

Christine White put her suitcase in the corner and approached on her heels.

Ives Norton flew out and moved a chair for her to sit in.

Christine White thanked her and straightened her skirt, moving gracefully as she sat down, “You forgot what I told you last time, I’ll be back.”

Come back for revenge!

Revenge on those who brought her untold pain!

“I know, but I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.” Ives Norton nearly calmed down, drew a clean paper cup and bent over the water fountain to get some water, saying as he did so, “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back, I’ll pick you up at the airport!”

“No, my brother insisted on giving me a ride, and I refused, he recently met a pretty good millennial, so how can I ask him to come.” Christine White took the water cup and said with a smile.

Ives Norton was amazed, “Mr. Toki is getting off the hook?”

“Something like that, I see he’s kinda interested in the young lady.” Christine White took a sip of water and put the glass down.

Ives Norton came back and sat down across from her, “That was pretty quick, we met last month and there weren’t any millennials around him.”

“Who can say about destiny.” Christine White said as she ruffled her hair around her ears.

“That’s true.” Ives Norton nodded in favor of that statement.

He then surveyed her, looking at her beautiful face, similar and dissimilar to that of six years ago, and his eyes drifted a little.

Christine White sensed it and her gaze sank for a fleeting moment, “By the way Ives, when does Bo get out of school?”