Seize His Little Wife

As she teased Molly Bort, she couldn’t help but glance sympathetically toward Baird Lane.

This is the woman he loves now, who not only doesn’t care one iota about him when she hears he’s drunk, but instead cares most about his female companion.

Needless to say, he’d failed as a man!

On the other end of the phone, Molly Bort listened to Christine White’s words and her whole body was stunned.

Yes, with Baird Lane’s character, who would dare to impersonate his female companion or get close to him if he didn’t agree?

So this woman, she’s really Baird Lane’s date?

Molly Bort’s heart raged and her face contorted at the thought, “Who the hell are you?”

Why would Baird Lane agree to this woman being his date?

This woman, what’s so special about her?

In these six years, although he had returned to his feelings for her because of his memory loss and married her, he had never allowed her to get close to him ah, and even these six years he had insisted on sleeping in a separate room from her, and had never brought her to any banquet, nor introduced her to those rich and powerful women in the circle.

She was upset, but remembering that he didn’t have any other women around either, she endured through it.

But now it was different, a woman had suddenly appeared beside him, and how could she not be terrified!

“Who am I?” Christine White ruffled her big soft waves and smiled a playful smile, “Mrs. Lane you’ll find out soon enough, well I won’t tell you any more, Mr. Lane is safe with me, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him, goodbye!”

As the words left her mouth, she cut off the phone and covered her stomach with a quick, loud laugh.

She could probably imagine Molly Bort on the other end of the line, she should be furious as hell.

But deservedly so!

Molly Bort did the same thing to pick on her and Baird Lane when their marriage still existed… Molly Bort didn’t have a care in the world for her back then.

Now that she was merely doing the same to her, Molly Bort couldn’t take it anymore, and it was true that she didn’t know how much a knife hurt until it cut into her.

Christine White narrowed her eyes and licked the corners of her mouth, a decision already in her mind.

Since this tactic will hit Molly Bort, she might as well play along.

She’d like to see Molly Bort’s marriage to Baird Lane go ahead with her involved!

And isn’t Molly Bort the one who cares most about Mrs. Lane’s status and money and power?

Then she let Molly Bort lose it all!

At the thought, Christine White twisted her head to look at the man on the bed, the color of her eyes flickering.

After a moment, she pursed her lips and suddenly picked up her bag and gave him a swat, then let out a long sigh of relief, “Much more comfortable!”

She had held a grudge against the man for the past few years, and many times she had thought about how hard she would beat him up when she saw him.

It does feel a lot better inside now that it’s hit.

Dang!

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Christine White composes herself and heads for the door, “Who is it?”

“Ms. Camp, it’s me, Gates!” rang Gates’ voice through the door.

Christine White, thinking he might be here for Baird Lane, didn’t hesitate to twist the doorknob.

When the door opened, Gates burst right in and ran toward where the king-size bed was.

Running to the bed, he breathed a huge sigh of relief after seeing Baird Lane lying nicely on the bed, his clothes properly on, and that odor absent from the air.

OK OK …

He patted his chest thankfully.

Christine White looked at him coldly, “What do you mean, Special Assistant Gates, what do you think I’m going to do to you President Lane?”

“Uh …” Gates froze for a moment, then looked at her with a heartfelt smile, “Ms. Camp is joking …”

He was so weak inside he got a call from Molly Bort saying President Lane was with a woman and to hurry up and check it out.

Then after he inquired from the waiter that President Lane was really brought to the lounge by a woman, his first reaction was indeed that the woman wanted to have a little something with President Lane, after all, it was not unheard of for women to want to climb into President Lane’s bed over the years, so he rushed here.

It turns out to be awkward when he comes in and realizes that the woman is Christine Camp, and none of this, as he thought, is happening.

“Heh, whether I’m joking or what, Special Assistant Gates you know in your heart of hearts, but now that you’re here, take your President Lane back.” Christine White pointed at Baird Lane with an air of hurry up and take it away.

Gates rubbed the tip of his nose, “I’m really sorry Ms. Camp, we at President Lane are giving you a hard time.”

“Trouble is not there, it’s just a bit scary.” Christine White walked to the coffee table, poured herself a cup of fresh water, and slowly drank it while faintly saying, “Your President Lane suddenly collapsed, and it’s very difficult to look at, it should be some kind of illness, you’d better take him to the hospital as soon as possible.”

“That’s not necessary.” Gates shook his head.

Christine White was curious, “Why?”

“It’s an old habit of President Lane’s.” Gates sighed back as he looked at Baird Lane.

Christine White frowned, “Old habits?”

“Well, six years ago President Lane had a bit of a head accident, and although he got better later, it left a bit of a legacy, whenever he drank alcohol, or smoked cigarettes, he would get a headache, and in a more serious way, that’s what he’s getting now.” Gates said.

Christine White drifted off, “I see.”

Turns out he even has this problem.

But if he had this problem, why did he drink when she gave him alcohol?

Doesn’t he know what’s wrong with him?

“Ms. Camp.” Gates couldn’t help but call out to Christine White twice when he saw her sudden daze.

Christine White snapped back, “Yes?”

“That … You were just on the phone with our wife, weren’t you?” Gates asked knowingly.

Christine White nodded, “That’s right.”

“And did our wife say anything nasty to Miss Camp?” Gates asked again.

A ghostly light flickered in Christine White’s eyes, “Hard words?”

“Yes, although it is a bit presumptuous to say so, but our wife that person … personality is a bit not so good, and the reputation in the circle is not so good, if she said anything excessive to you, I will first apologize on your behalf, and when President Lane wakes up tomorrow, then let President Lane make amends to you.” Gates looked at her with a sincere attitude.

Christine White avoided her eyes and pretended to be aggrieved, but pretended to be unconcerned and smiled, “It’s fine, in fact, Mrs. Lane didn’t say anything, that is, she said for me to stay away from you, President Lane, and for me not to destroy her family, but I also know that she just misunderstood, that’s why she said those words, it’s fine. I won’t count on it.”

“She really said that?” Gates frowned.

Christine White barely tugged at the corners of her mouth, “And she didn’t mean it.”

“I see, I’m really sorry Miss Camp, I’ll tell President Lane all of this truthfully, and tomorrow President Lane will come to the door and apologize in person.” Gates gave her an apologetic bow.

Christine White waved her hand, “Well, there’s no need to take this kind of thing to heart beforehand, so hurry up and take your President Lane back.”

“Okay, then we’ll take our leave.” Gates nodded and turned to help Baird Lane out of bed and toward the door.

Christine White was also particularly attentive as she followed them over to open the door for them, until after they had walked away, the smile on her face slowly faded away at a rate visible to the naked eye, finally returning to indifference.

I have to say, it’s pretty hard to play the White Lotus, but it works well.

It’s no wonder that when Molly Bort had her first bone marrow transplant, she was so fond of pretending to be a white lotus, because pretending to be a white lotus, it’s really easy to accomplish the purpose and make others believe in herself.

No, Gates believed what she’d just said, and she was sure that Gates, given his character, would absolutely relay those words of hers to Baird Lane.

She’d like to see if Baird Lane would blame Molly Bort?Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!