Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “No, and even if I did, I wouldn’t let you be wronged.”

“Yeah? …” Christine White’s eyelids drooped to hide the mockery in her eyes.

Won’t let her be wronged?

Hadn’t she suffered enough because of him six years ago?

What makes him so sure he won’t let her be wronged? He couldn’t even do that six years ago, and now she’s nothing more to him than a strange woman who looks like his ex-wife, so what makes him so sure?NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Thinking of this, Christine White sneered in her heart, but did not show it on her face, pretending to be relieved, “Since President Lane said so, then you must do it oh, or I won’t do it!”

Baird Lane hmmm’d.

Christine White stopped talking, took his arm, and headed for the auction hall.

It was a truly lively auction, with individual artifacts being auctioned off one after another.

Christine White had no interest in the artifacts and didn’t raise her hand once.

The same goes for Baird Lane, which has no intention of being filmed.

Christine White didn’t ask why he didn’t, and quietly waited for the auction to end.

After the auction was over, it was the banquet that was specially organized by the auction house to entertain the guests.

Christine White walks towards the balcony with two glasses of red wine from the waiter, and has just come up behind Baird Lane when she catches a glimpse of him putting away his cell phone.

“Cute girl in the picture, your daughter?” Christine White handed over one of the glasses of red wine.

Baird Lane took it with a thank you and a soft hmmm, “Sort of.”

“Sort of?” Christine White raised her eyebrows in surprise.

She had always known that Baird Lane had been kind to the daughter born to Molly Bort, and had expected him to nod graciously and reply that this was his daughter.

I didn’t realize that he would just answer sort of, such a clear and indeterminate answer.

What’s this for?

It’s not just Christine White who can’t figure this out, in fact even Baird Lane himself can’t.

He didn’t know why he answered sort of, but the first thought that came to his mind just now was that he didn’t want her to get the wrong idea about the little girl in the picture, being his daughter.

As to why he didn’t want her to get the wrong idea, he didn’t know.

“Well, sort of my daughter, since it’s not biological.” Baird Lane sipped his red wine and looked at Christine White back.

Christine White’s eyes flashed for a moment, feigning surprise, “Not biological?”

Baird Lane hmmm’d again.

Christine White feigned interest, “Did you adopt them?”

Baird Lane didn’t answer, just drank.

“It seems that you really adopted them, you and your wife are really kind, especially you, President Lane, you are as good to the adopted children as you are to your own, I heard that last year you acquired a children’s paradise in order to celebrate your daughter’s birthday, is that right?” As Christine White said this, one of her hands slowly put behind her back and clenched it in a death grip, showing the anger she felt inside her heart at this moment.

He was really good to Molly Bort’s daughter, so good that he even acquired the children’s playground when he said he would.

And his own son, whose existence he didn’t even know.

It’s so ironic!

“A children’s playground?” Baird Lane heard Christine White’s words with a slight confusion in his dark eyes, “You mean the one on the north side of town?”

“Right.” Christine White sips her wine.

Baird Lane gave a low chuckle, “That’s not what I acquired for Ann.”

“Eh?” Christine White froze, “No?”

Is she misinformed?

What she’d heard was clearly what he’d acquired for Molly Bort’s daughter!

“Well, that children’s park I just thought it had acquisition value and let it be acquired, who knew that it just happened to be Ann’s birthday that day, and the outside world speculated that I was acquiring it for Ann.” Baird Lane explained lightly.

Christine White’s lips parted in a half-assed sound, “I see, I was mistaken.”

So it wasn’t for Molly Bort’s daughter’s acquisition.

But even so, she was still on fire.

For he had been good to Molly Bort’s daughter, and truthfully so, and all this goodness should have been Bao’s, but it had been enjoyed by Molly Bort’s daughter, and for that alone she could not forgive him!

Crackle!

As she was thinking about this, Christine White suddenly heard a sound of breaking glass in her ear.

Startled, she rushed back toward the source of the sound to see Baird Lane slumped over the railing with a hard look on his face, his eyes closed and his face pale.

And at his feet was the red wine glass he’d just broken, spilling its contents all over the floor and staining his pant legs.

“Hey, are you okay?” Christine White put down the red wine in her hand and gently nudged the man.

She looked like she was worried and nervous on the surface, but in reality, there was nothing but a coldness under her eyes.

Just a little surprised in his mind at his current situation, wondering how he suddenly got like this when he was fine.

“I’m fine …” Baird Lane replied in a voice that was hard to hide.

Christine White’s lips curled lightly, “Is it really alright? But I see you seem to be in pain.”

“…” Baird Lane didn’t answer anymore, and his breathing was starting to get ragged.

After a while, he seemed to be somewhat unable to hold on, and his body fell backward in a weak and limp manner.

Christine White saw this and let him fall to the ground without bothering to give him a hand.

Knock!

A muffled thud passed.

Baird Lane fell to the ground and appeared to pass out.

Christine White just watched him, slowly picking up the glass of wine she had just put down and drinking it gracefully before stepping forward to help the man up and head in the direction of the lounge.

When she got to the lounge, she threw the man on the bed and went to his pockets, taking his cell phone out and getting ready to contact Gates to come pick him up.

Turns out that just after using his fingerprints to turn his cell phone on, a call pops up with Molly Bort on the caller ID.

Looking at this name that she hated to the bone, Christine White’s eyes instantly narrowed, and the aura around her body was even colder and terrifying.

She hadn’t even come to the door yet, and she hadn’t expected the woman to bump into her on her own.

Now that she’d crashed into it, she couldn’t just let it go.

Gotta find a way to get some interest from this woman first!

Just in what way?

Christine White’s eyes rolled from side to side, finally settling on Baird Lane, and an idea immediately came into her head, only it was a disgraceful one, and made her a little hesitant to use it or not.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, eventually Christine White compromised and decided to just use it to get some interest back from Molly Bort.

Thinking about this, Christine White stopped dwelling on it and picked up the phone.

“Baird, are you still at the auction? When are you coming back, Ann misses you!” On the other end of the phone, came Molly Bort’s petite inquiry.

Christine White rolled her eyes.

What do you mean Ann misses you? This woman, she’s just using the excuse of a child.

“Hello hello, is this Mrs. Lane?” Christine White asked in a more delicate voice as she collected herself.

At the other end of the phone, Molly Bort heard, first froze for a moment, thought after their own wrong, and hastily took the phone to the front, a look, no mistake, is indeed Baird Lane’s number, the heart of the sense of crisis straight line, sternly questioned, “Who are you? How to take my husband’s cell phone?”

Husband?

Christine White’s eyes dimmed.

There was a time when she had called Baird Lane that.

But now, the title, it was not hers!

“I’m sorry Mrs. Lane, I’m President Lane’s date for tonight, I didn’t mean to take President Lane’s phone, but President Lane had too much wine and was drunk, so I answered the phone for him.” Christine White still said back in a petite voice, just without the slightest expression on her face.

Molly Bort exploded, “Chaperone? Who asked you to be his date?”

“President Lane of course!” Christine White winked innocently, “If President Lane hadn’t invited me, how would I have dared to be her date, don’t you think so Mrs. Lane?”