Seize His Little Wife

Christine White thought for a moment, “Go back to the hotel and move.”

“Yes.” Lisa started the car.

After the move, it was already evening.

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Perhaps she was too tired from the move, or perhaps Molly Bort’s wolfish appearance during the day had pleasured her, and this night she slept so peacefully that the corners of her mouth were curved.

Even the two days afterward, she was in a very good mood.

Because every day for the past two days, news about Molly Bort and Baird Lane has been festering on the internet.

Molly Bort is really the target of everyone’s scorn nowadays, including Baird Lane who has been tainted with a lot of scorn just because he bailed on Molly Bort.

The world is never short of cynical and rich-haters. Molly Bort broke the law and went to jail, but Baird Lane bailed her out, which pissed off the cynical and rich-haters.

So Baird Lane has been the target of attacks, and along with that The Lane Family Group has been implicated, the stock market is down several percentage points, and some of the shareholders are having a go at him, thinking that he shouldn’t have done what he did, and that he shouldn’t have bailed out Molly Bort.

Even if you want to do it, you should keep a low profile and not let the media know about it, but he was so good that he bailed out and was reported by the media, which was so overwhelming that he couldn’t even be suppressed, seriously affecting the reputation of The Lane Family Group.

These shareholders only know how to complain about Baird Lane, but they don’t realize that Baird Lane didn’t even think about bailing out Molly Bort when it got so high profile.

How those media outlets got here, and how he learned that he had gone to the police station to bail out Molly Bort, he had no idea.

All he knew was that he was being counted.

There must be someone behind those media outlets.

“President Lane,” Gates said as he walked into Baird Lane’s office with a tired look on his face and a letter in his hand.

Baird Lane opened his eyes, his brow equally tired, “What is it?”

“This was handed to me by the guard, said it was from a kid.” Gates handed up the envelope in his hand.

Baird Lane picked it up suspiciously; people still write letters these days?

Thinking about it, Baird Lane looked at the envelope, which had no information about the sender and no address at the addressee, just the words, Baird Lane to!

From this point on, the letter didn’t come in the mail, but someone sent it directly.

“Who is that child?” Baird Lane asked in a hushed voice.

Gates replied, “The security guard checked it out, it was a kid who lives in the neighborhood, the kid was out playing soccer and said that a woman with a mask gave him this letter and told him to deliver it and he’d be rewarded with an ice cream.”

“Women in masks …” Baird Lane wrinkles his brow.

Who could it be?

After a few moments of thinking about it, and not being able to come up with anything, Baird Lane just had to squash the suspicion for now and open the letter.

A note fell out of the inside of the envelope and just happened to land on the desk.

Baird Lane looked down slightly and saw the contents of the note, a printed phrase: Dare to bully my child, this is the price!

“This … This is the parent of that little treasure?” Gates also saw the contents of the note and his eyes widened.

The only child being bullied is that little treasure.

So it was self-evident who got the note.

Baird Lane looked deeply at the note, his thin lips pursed, “This is the other side’s revenge.”

“President Lane means that Molly Bort’s present-day downfall, and your situation with The Lane Family group, was the work of Bao’s parents?” Gates staggered.

Baird Lane pinched his brow, “Should’ve seen it coming, the day after that kid got bullied and told his parents, Molly Bort got busted for tax evasion and then all those media outlets showed up just in time to make the biggest stink of all, no one else but that little gem’s parents.”

“Hiss … They’ve come out pretty hard, Ann just took the lead in ostracizing that little treasure and giving that little treasure two nicknames for fun, and they’ve screwed Molly Bort over so badly, and implicated you, President Lane, and The Lane Family, it’s a little too much.” Gates said.

Baird Lane didn’t answer.

Passed?

He didn’t feel that way to.

He thought that if it were him, and his child had autism and was being bullied so much, he would have to retaliate in a way that was definitely not lighter than this.

Crumpling the note and tossing it in the trash, Baird Lane asks, “How’s Molly Bort doing now?”

For the past two days, he’d been at the group and hadn’t gone back.

Gates did go twice to get him a change of clothes.

“I heard from Aunt Lucy that she’s been cranky for the past two days, she can’t keep her ballet school open after it became nationally known that she’s been cheating on her taxes, and those parents have been trying to get their kids out of the school, and they’re now making noise to get a refund on her tuition.” Gates said truthfully after reflecting back on Molly Bort’s current situation.

Baird Lane looped his arm and tapped his fingers on it, “She can’t get the money.”

He fished Molly Bort out, but the taxes and penalties were paid by Molly Bort herself, and he didn’t contribute a dime.

And in those six years, Molly Bort has been a spendthrift again, still transferring money to an account abroad every month.

As for who it was transferred to, he wasn’t interested in knowing.

All he knew was that Molly Bort didn’t really have much money in her hands, the school she’d started back then had used up most of her fortune, and with her monthly expense transfers, and now once the taxes and fines had been paid, she was pretty much out of money, and all that was left was the empty school.

So Molly Bort doesn’t have the money to refund her tuition, but should still be able to get it by selling the school, except that in doing so, she’d really be broke.

“Yeah, she couldn’t get the money so she begged me.” Gates said scratching his hair.

Baird Lane stared at him, “Please?”

Gates nodded, “When I went to the villa just now to get the papers for you, she stopped me and begged me to pass on a message to you for her, hoping you would help her.”

So he was asked to pay for it.

Coldness flooded Baird Lane’s heart, “You tell her I’ve done my duty by fishing her out and won’t help her anymore.”

“She knew you’d say something like that, so she even asked me to tell you that she’s your wife and you’re obligated to help her.” Gates looked at Baird Lane.

Baird Lane’s look grew colder, “So you told her about all the contracts she signed before the wedding, and she remembers them?”

“Yes, I’ll pass it on to her in a moment.” Gates mentally began to sympathize with Molly Bort.

When President Lane married Molly Bort six years ago, Furber objected vociferously.

Although the objections were invalid, Furber was not a vegetarian, and secretly made a lot of contracts, those contracts are binding Molly Bort, the general meaning is that after Molly Bort and President Lane married, everything in The Lane Family, as well as President Lane’s personal property belongs to President Lane’s personal property belongs to President Lane and has nothing to do with Molly Bort.

Molly Bort is in trouble and The Lane Family has the option to not help.

Even after her marriage, Molly Bort was not allowed to enter the old mansion, nor was she allowed to participate in the various rituals of The Lane Family, nor was she on The Lane Family’s genealogy.

These contracts did not benefit Molly Bort in any way, but at that time Molly Bort was in a hurry to marry President Lane and wanted the status of Mrs. Lane, so the contracts she didn’t even look at them carefully and couldn’t wait to sign them, and he saw all of this in President Lane’s eyes.

He was still wondering why President Lane didn’t stop it, after all, at that time President Lane forgot about Christine White, it was the time to restore his feelings for Molly Bort, and by all rights, he should have stopped Molly Bort from signing those unequal contracts, but President Lane But President Lane did not, and even after the marriage, he and Molly Bort have been sleeping in separate rooms, and have never shared a room.

These doubts he had continued for six years, and now, unable to resist, he asked through clenched teeth, “President Lane, do you love Molly Bort or not?”