Seize His Little Wife

Christine White didn’t hide it from him either, pulling out her office chair and sitting down, “Yeah, she came right after you left.”

“What did she tell you?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, a little huff in them.

Christine White yawned slowly, “It doesn’t say much, it’s just that Mrs. Lane probably doesn’t have much security, seeing me walking with you, President Lane, creates a sense of crisis in her heart, thinking that I’ll steal you away.”

“So she told you those things again?” Baird Lane squeezed his cell phone tighter.

Christine White smiled and didn’t respond, in acquiescence.

Anger ran high in Baird Lane’s mind.

Is that Molly Bort woman brainless?

“I’m sorry Ms. Camp, in this case, it’s a matter of my laxity in governing, I …”

“It doesn’t matter.” Christine White interrupted him and said with an unconcerned face, “I can understand Mrs. Lane’s behavior, after all, I’m the first woman who can get close to you, President Lane, in the past six years, so it’s normal that she’ll have this kind of thought, but President Lane, I’d like to know why you’re allow me to get close to you?”

Christine White looked slightly more serious when asked this question.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Baird Lane lowered his eyelids and didn’t speak.

Christine White’s red lips quirked, “Is it because of my face, President Lane once said that I look like your ex-wife, so is it because of my face that President Lane allows my proximity?”

As if he had been spoken to, Baird Lane was stunned, then he pursed his thin lips and gently protruded a word, “Yes!”

He did make contact with her because of this face of hers.

Only because he wanted to know if she was Christine White or not.

Although he was now convinced that she wasn’t Christine White, for some reason he still wanted to be in contact with her, to be close to her, to stay by her side, and the thought was extremely strong, so strong that he didn’t know how long he could repress it.

“That’s pretty much it.” The corner of Christine White’s mouth tugged, “Is President Lane thinking of me as a stand-in for your ex-wife? When you see me, you think you see your ex-wife?”

Baird Lane’s thin lips parted to say he didn’t.

But for some reason, the words never came out.

He couldn’t help but wonder in the back of his mind if he really did think of her as a stand-in for Christine White, like she said.

But why would he use her as a stand-in for Christine White?

Baird Lane looked somber and a little puzzled.

On the other end of the phone, Christine White delayed waiting for Baird Lane’s answer, in her heart, she already took him as a default, and pretended to be grudgingly said, “President Lane is really over the top, actually taking people as a stand-in.”

“…” Baird Lane reticent.

Christine White stretched her back, “But never mind, I forgive you, who let me have the same face, it’s normal for me to be taken as a stand-in, but President Lane, must love your ex-wife a lot, right?”

Baird Lane purses his lips, “No …”

His only memory of Christine White was when he was first married.

At that time, he resented his grandfather for arranging his marriage for him, so he was displeased with Christine White.

And how could he love Christine White when he had lost all memory of his marriage to her, retaining only the first memories and that dislike.

“Oh?” Christine White’s mouth dropped, “President Lane doesn’t love your ex-wife?”

Baird Lane hmmm’d.

Christine White’s expression was icy cold, with sarcasm in her eyes, but her mouth was a tone of bewilderment, “That’s strange, President Lane, if you don’t love your ex-wife, why are you so attached to someone who looks just like your ex-wife, and you even treat her as your ex-wife’s stand-in?”

Upon hearing this, Baird Lane froze, as if something was breaking inside him.

Yeah, if he doesn’t love Christine White, why did he have such a mood swing when he saw this Christine Camp.

If you don’t love Christine White, why must you find out if Christine Camp is Christine White or not.

Did he really love Christine White, as Ives Norton told Gates back then?

At that thought, Baird Lane suddenly felt a headache coming on, and images kept flashing through his mind.

It’s just that those images flashed so fast that it was impossible to see exactly what was going on.

And his instincts told him that what was expressed in those images was important and must be seen.

So he closed his eyes, trying desperately to control those images in his mind, trying to slow them down.

However, it didn’t help much, once he let those images slow down, his head was in severe pain, and finally the pain was so much that he couldn’t suppress it anymore and let out a muffled grunt of pain, and his whole tall body collapsed onto the desk with a thud, and the cell phone in his hand slipped and fell onto the carpet.

Christine White heard the voices and frowned slightly, “President Lane, what’s going on over there?”

Baird Lane did not respond.

Christine White shouted again.

Now Baird Lane had a response, it was a raspy voice and with a hint of stoicism in it, “I’m fine …”

“Is it really okay? But I hear your voice …”

“Nothing!” Baird Lane said again.

Christine White swallowed back the latter words and was silent for a few seconds before she resumed speaking, “I see, that’s good then, I just heard a noise, I thought something had happened over at President Lane.”

Baird Lane held his still aching head and blanched back, “No.”

“No is good, then President Lane I’ll hang up now.” Christine White offered a goodbye.

Baird Lane hmmm’d in agreement.

The call hung up, and Christine White threw the phone down on her desk, scowling slightly.

If she’d just heard correctly, Baird Lane’s voice was pained.

So, what’s wrong with him?

Is the headache coming back?

Christine White’s small face scrunched up.

If he really had a headache, then he had a pretty serious case, one that had gotten so bad that it wasn’t just the drinking that created the headache, but the usual as well.

Is this something that Ives Norton knows about?

With that in mind, Christine White reached over and grabbed her cell phone again, flipping out Ives Norton’s number with the intention of asking him.

When her finger landed over the dialing button, though, she stopped abruptly again, her expression still a little complicated.

After a few moments, she threw her cell phone away, and the whole thing murmured as if she was gambling, “Strange, why am I being so positive, Baird Lane is now my enemy, why should I care about an enemy! Pain is pain, it’s none of my business!”

As the words left her mouth, she stood up and headed for the restroom, ready to wash her face and calm herself down from the thoughts.

After washing her face, Christine White shook off her wet hands and came out, turned left, opened the door to the break room, and went inside to change back into the professional suit she had worn that morning.

Christine White, who changed out of her skirt and back into her suit, instantly transformed from a city girl to an elite female boss of the company, even the majesty between her eyebrows surfaced because of the transformation around her.

Dang!

There was a knock on the door.

Christine White stared at her computer and without looking up returned the word, “Enter!”

Lisa pushed her way in, “Superintendent.”

“Yes?” Christine White clattered the keyboard.

Lisa handed her the file in her hand, “This is the information from the head office.”

“Well, put it aside, I’ll read it later.” Christine White nodded.

Lisa put another flash into Christine WhiteChristine White at this point.

Christine White looked up quizzically when she saw it, “What’s this?”

“This is what the president asked someone to send specifically for me to give to you, as for what’s inside, I’m not sure, but that person said that something is very important, Superintendent, you’ll know when you see it.” Lisa shook her head and answered truthfully.

Christine White stopped typing and picked up the flash and looked at it, “My brother had it delivered, why didn’t the guy call me and hand it to me personally?”