Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane looked at his hands and wondered about that.

At that moment, the door to the lounge opened.

Christine White came in from outside refreshed, “President Lane, good to go.”Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Baird Lane looked at her and looked dazed for a moment, “You …”

“Hmm?” Christine White cocked her head uncertainly.

Then she thought of something and spun around in the doorway, “Does it look good?”

She was wearing an elite style professional suit before, but now she changed to a knee-length red halter dress with a pair of silver-white high-heeled shoes underneath, which made her legs long and straight, and also white and glowing.

Baird Lane nodded, “Nice!”

This woman is indeed beautiful.

Of course, the beauty wasn’t all about her looks, it was the aura she exuded and the unabashed confidence.

“Thank you President Lane for the compliment, and by the way, there’s this.” Christine White screwed up the bag in her hand and held it in midair, “This is what you just gave me President Lane, I’ve already got it on my back and it just goes with this dress of mine.”

“It’s good that Ms. Camp likes it.” Baird Lane scanned the bag, feeling some inexplicable pleasure in her heart that she had used it so quickly.

“Of course I like it, let’s go President Lane,” Christine White said as she slung her bag over her shoulder.

Baird Lane hmmm’d and looked to Gates, “You go on back.”

“Okay.” Gates nodded.

Baird Lane withdrew his eyes and left the lounge with Christine White, heading for the elevator.

Within moments, the two were out of the company building and in front of a parking space on the side of the road.

“Take a car.” Christine White said.

Baird Lane had no objections and pulled out the car keys, “Take mine.”

“OK, then, please, Driver Lu.” Christine White teased.

Baird Lane wanted to laugh a little, but held back and pressed the remote on his car key.

There was a drop and the car lock unlocked.

Christine White headed for the passenger side and walked to the door, just about to open it when her eyes suddenly narrowed and she stopped.

Baird Lane sensed the difference and looked at her, “What’s wrong?”

Christine White withdrew her hand on the car door, “It’s nothing, it just felt like someone was watching me.”

And the eyes were unfriendly.

“Look at you?” Baird Lane, slightly startled, turned his neck in all directions and looked around, seeing nothing suspicious.

“Maybe I’m just feeling wrong.” Christine White straightened her expression and smiled.

Baird Lane lifted his chin slightly and didn’t say anything.

Christine White pulled open the passenger door and got in.

Baird Lane followed suit and got into the car.

Soon, the car drove off, and in no time at all it was hidden into the sea of cars coming and going, until it was about to disappear, when a black sedan suddenly sprang out from the side of the road and chased after Christine White and the others.

In the car, Molly Bort squeezed the steering wheel in a death grip, her two scarlet eyes glaring at the rear of the car looming ahead of her, her face contorted.

How could she not have thought that she would see that extremely blinding scene just now when she followed her out?

Ever since she learned last night that Baird Lane had found a female companion to accompany her to the auction, there had been an extreme sense of crisis in her mind that the woman’s presence would rob her of what was most important to her.

As it turns out, she was right in thinking that the woman actually told Baird about her blackmail, saying that she said something about not pestering Baird or something like that.

She didn’t even say those words, okay? Although she did want to say that at the time, the phone was hung up on by the woman before she could say anything.

But what I did not expect is that the woman actually counted her, Baird also believed the woman’s bullshit, came back last night after waking up, she gave her a scolding, which makes her heart how to accept, so the heart is secretly remembered on the woman, determined to find out who the woman is, give the woman a little bit of a lesson to look at, so that the woman know that she is not something that can be offended by the people!

But before she could find out the woman’s identity, this morning she came downstairs and heard Baird talking to Gates, mentioning the woman from last night, and she realized that the woman’s identity wasn’t quite that simple, being Christine Camp, Miss The Camp Family, and a director of the energy company.

When she heard Baird say that he was going to come to the door to make amends with that woman in person, she decided to follow her out to have a look, but she lost her halfway through, so she had to come to this energy company by herself first, and not long after she came here, she saw someone that shocked her to the core, the same woman she had seen a few days ago, the one that looked exactly like Christine White!

The woman walks into the energy company and the security guard calls her the director, which means that the woman is Christine Camp!

It all makes sense!

No wonder Baird got a female companion, no wonder Baird apologized in person, it’s all because of this woman’s face!

“Christine White!” yelled Molly Bort, eyeballing the name in a low voice, and with a face so hideous that she could scarcely look at it, as if she would have eaten it.

She didn’t understand, Baird Lane had obviously forgotten the memories of being with Christine White and his feelings for Christine White, but when he saw someone who looked just like Christine White, he just leaned over, couldn’t it be that he had just forgotten all this in his head but subconsciously still loved Christine White?

“Are you kidding me!” Molly Bort hit the gas dead center, with the urge to rush up and knock over the car in front of her.

In the end, though, she held her tongue, and after taking a deep breath, she took her cell phone out and made a call out.

The call was quickly answered and she looked suddenly affectionate, “Toby Dean…”

“Didn’t I say, this kind of thing is not good to investigate, give me more time, why did you call so soon?” The man on the other end of the phone rebuked with a mouthful of impatient tone.

A hint of annoyance crossed Molly Bort’s eyes, and her tone changed, “I also said that I will only give you one hour, you are an internationally renowned jewelry designer, and your clients under your name are all the wives of the luxurious families and the thousand-dollar ladies, and it is not difficult to find out the information about The Camp Family’s thousand-dollar daughter, Christine Camp, from them, so you’d better be honest and Tell me what you’ve found out, don’t forget, you owe me this!”

“You …” Toby Dean knotted up in anger, but eventually sighed in resignation and spilled out the information he had inquired about, “I’m going to have to disappoint you, the Ms. Christine Camp you’re talking about isn’t Ruzhong’s ex-wife at all, and Ms. Christine Camp has looked like that since she was a little girl.”

“That’s impossible!” Molly Bort immediately retorted, “How can there be two people who look alike in this world.”

“But that’s what happened, if you don’t believe me, come abroad and check for yourself.” Toby Dean said, disgruntled. Molly Bort

Molly Bort was silent.

Toby Dean shouldn’t be able to lie to her, otherwise he wouldn’t have said something about letting her check it out on her own. What’s more, she still has the evidence of Toby Dean’s embezzlement of jewels in her hand, so it’s even more unlikely that Toby Dean would lie to her.

In other words, that Christine Camp, is really Christine White!

“How is this possible?” Molly Bort’s pupils vibrated, disbelief written all over her face, “If she’s not Christine White, then where did Christine White’s body go back then?”

For the past six years, she’d thought Christine White wasn’t dead.

And this Christine Camp appearance made her think it was Christine White back.

But now that she was told that Christine Camp was Christine Camp and not Christine White, where the hell was Christine White?

“Who knows, maybe it got picked up by a wild dog.” On the other end of the line, Toby Dean said carelessly, “Anyway, don’t you ever contact me again, I don’t want to get involved in your dirty business, that’s it, hang up!”

The call was cut off by Toby Dean, and Molly Bort slammed her cell phone down hard against the passenger side in anger, half-calming down.

After calming down, she narrowed her eyes and pulled into a space on the side of the road, half rolling down her window and looking up at the man and woman in the window seat of the restaurant across the street, malice filling her eyes.

“Hmm?” Sensing something, Christine White stopped her conversation with Baird Lane and inclined her head toward the window.

“What’s wrong?” Baird Lane asked.