Seize His Little Wife

“Furber says he knows you won’t let him go, and it’s all right if he doesn’t, provided that you divorce Molly Bort.” Aunt Lucy relayed Blessed Bort’s words as best she could.

Baird Lane lowered his eyelids, “This matter, we’ll talk about it later, I’ll have someone stabilize him on Fubar’s side, you don’t have to worry about it.”

“Uh-huh.” Aunt Lucy nodded, but was disappointed.

I didn’t realize that Mr. wouldn’t even divorce Molly Bort after all of Fob’s threats.

She doesn’t understand why that is!

Granted, Mr. lost his memories of being in love with his wife and regained the feelings he once had for Molly Bort, but it’s not like there was love in what Mr. did to Molly Bort for five years!

“I’m going to the study to take care of some things while you make me a pot of tea up here.” Baird Lane tugged at his tie as he headed upstairs.

Aunt Lucy stood at the top of the stairs and answered, stifling a sigh.

Obviously, he has forgotten everything about his love for his wife, but he still retains the habit of drinking tea to refresh himself.

One doesn’t know what to say.

Baird Lane wasn’t sure what Aunt Lucy was thinking as he stood at the top of the third-floor stairway, glancing in the direction of the children’s room before pacing toward his study.

Once inside the study, he took out his cell phone and made a call out.

The phone was quickly answered and Gates’ yawning voice came through, “President Lane, what can I do for you?”

“Bothering you?” Baird Lane pulled out his chair and sat down.

Gates hurriedly shot up and shook his head, “No no, just a little sleepy.”

Baird Lane hmmm’d, “There’s something that I need you to do.”

“Go ahead.” Gates did as he was told.

Baird Lane pinched the bridge of his nose, “You booked the western restaurant spot for the evening, go to your boss and ask for a list of tonight’s clients.”

He had to know who that woman was.

Otherwise, his heart couldn’t settle.

“A client list?” Gates queried, wondering what he wanted it for.

“That’s right, you’ve got half an hour, and when you get the list, double your bonus this month.” Baird Lane gave a sweet date.

Gates’ eyes instantly glowed green and, without further hesitation, he agreed.

Soon, half an hour passed and Gates’ call came in, “President Lane, I’ve sent the list to your e-mail, remember to receive it.”

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nodded softly before taking the phone off his ear and dropping it on the table after pressing the speakerphone, picking up the mouse and starting to receive emails.

A minute later, the email opened.

Baird Lane rolled his mouse over the names densely packed on it, trying to find the familiar three words.

However, after seeing the bottom, I don’t even see those three words appear, but rather Ives Norton’s name appears on it.

Sure enough Ives Norton was at that restaurant.

In that case, Ives Norton may have also seen the woman who looks almost identical to Christine White.

With that in mind, Baird Lane hung up on Gates and dialed Ives Norton instead, the first time he’d called him in years.

At the hotel, Ives Norton had finished saying hello to Christine White and was just about to leave when his cell phone rang in his pocket.

As he headed for the door, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket.

After pulling out his cell phone, he went to the caller ID out of habit.

He tsked in surprise at the sight of the words Baird Lane bouncing across the screen over and over.

“What’s the matter?” Christine White, who had escorted him out, heard his surprise and couldn’t help but ask.

Ives Norton stopped and turned to bring his cell phone to her eyes, “Look who’s calling!”

“Baird Lane?” said Christine White, her eyes narrowing at the sight of those three words on her cell phone screen.

Ives Norton took the phone back, “Yeah, it’s him, I didn’t think he’d call me, first time since we broke up.”

“Then it looks like the purpose of this call is not simple, so answer it.” Christine White wrapped her arms around herself and stood quietly.

Ives Norton, seeing that she wasn’t going anywhere, realized that she wanted to hear the contents of the call and couldn’t help but lose a laugh as he put the speakerphone on.

“What a rarity, you actually called me.” Ives Norton said in a mock flirtatious tone to the other end of the line.

Baird Lane’s deep voice came, “You went to the Western tonight?”

He asked knowingly.

Ives Norton craned his stiff neck, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Who did you go with?” Baird Lane asked.

Christine White’s lips pursed.

Ives Norton let out a light chuckle, “Of course I went with my patient, why do you ask?”

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the line, and it took a few moments before Baird Lane’s voice resumed, “I’m at the diner, and I saw Christine White.”

Christine White’s eyes instantly glazed over, and the hand on her arm, both tightened.

Ives Norton looked at her and asked tentatively, “Christine White? You said your ex-wife, but isn’t your ex-wife dead, how did you see her?”

“I suspect she may not be dead!” Baird Lane said, closing his eyes.

Ives Norton’s glasses reflected the light, “What makes you suspicious? And where did you see her?”

“Western Restaurant! That woman looks remarkably similar to Christine White, and I doubt that’s her, but …”

“But what?”

“She doesn’t seem to recognize me!” Baird Lane lowered his eyelids, making it impossible to see the emotions under them.

If the woman was really Christine White, her lack of recognition might have been faked.

It made him inexplicably uncomfortable inside.

“Don’t know you?” Ives Norton raised his eyebrows, “Maybe people really don’t recognize you, as for your comment about looking extremely similar to your ex-wife, this is probably a coincidence, the world is so big, it’s not weird to have one or two similar people, as for the one you saw today, I saw it too, it does look very similar to your ex-wife!”

“You did see it!” Baird Lane was suddenly louder.

Ives Norton pushed up his glasses, “I see, you called specifically to ask me if I’d seen the woman who looks like your ex-wife at the restaurant, right?”

Baird Lane didn’t reply, apparently acquiescing.

Christine White winked at Ives Norton.

After Ives Norton nodded knowingly, he said, “I did see her, and honestly, I was taken aback, after all, it was too similar to your ex-wife, and for that reason I had the cheek to go up and say hello to someone, and it was only later that I realized that she wasn’t your ex-wife, and that it really was just a resemblance to your ex-wife.”Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“Not Christine White …” Baird Lane frowned deeply.

If not Christine White, then who?

“Yes, she is the daughter of The Camp Family overseas, the CFO of The Camp Family branch in C City, so outstanding, how can she be your ex-wife.” Ives Norton looked at Christine White and said.

Christine White gave him a sidelong glance and bristled.

Well, the old her was, indeed, mediocre and not good at all.

“The daughter of The Camp Family overseas?” Baird Lane squeezes his cell phone.

How could it be The Camp Family.

“That’s right, The Camp Family’s thousand dollar daughter Christine Camp, there should be something on the internet, just do a search.” Ives Norton said as he spread his hands.

Baird Lane sulked for a few seconds before hanging up the phone and literally going on a search.

He typed in the word Christine Camp, hit enter, and soon the computer popped up with an encyclopedia with information about Christine Camp.

He clicked in, and the first thing he saw was a photo of a woman wearing a professional suit, with a light smile on her face and indifference in her eyes, letting people know at a glance that she was a strong woman with a powerful aura.

While he had forgotten there were other about being with Christine White, he did remember what she looked like when he married Christine White.

Christine White is soft and timid, definitely not the elite femme fatale model in the photo.

So, what he saw, it really wasn’t Christine White?