Seize His Little Wife

Christine White hmms softly, “That’s right, don’t go on the company’s books, take it out of my cut.”

“Yes, I know.” Lisa pressed her inner curiosity and answered.

Christine White added, “When it’s ready, drop it off at my apartment and don’t leave my signature on the check, use anonymous.”

The bank card on which she receives her dividends is a gold card from an international bank with anonymous transfer privileges.

It was just enough to pay Baird Lane back and still keep Baird Lane from finding out about her.

“Okay.” Lisa answered again.

Christine White cut the phone off, started the car, and was back at the apartment in less than an hour.

Inside the apartment, Bao heard the movement of the door opening and walked out of the room, clutching the Rubik’s Cube, and saw Christine White come in from outside, a faint glimmer of light in her dull, dark eyes.

Christine White was changing her shoes when she felt someone looking at her and looked up to see the little one standing in the doorway of her room staring at her.

She smiled softly at the little one, “Honey, mommy’s home, are you out to greet mommy, come on, let mommy hold you!”

She changed her shoes and squatted down, waiting with open arms for Bao to come over.

But Po only cocked his head and didn’t go over.

Christine White is a little lost but doesn’t show it on her face, collecting her arms and standing up, walking towards Po.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Passing the couch on the way, she took off the bag on her shoulder and threw it on the couch along with the two bags in her hands and continued to walk towards Xiaobao’s heels.

Walking to the front, she stopped and re-squatted down, wrapping her arms around little baby and taking him into her arms, “Baby, alone at home, have you been a good boy?”

Po naturally wouldn’t answer her.

Christine White looked at his delicate little face, “Let mommy guess, Po hasn’t been running around, he must be very well behaved, mommy’s best, most well behaved little baby.”

Bao lowered his head slightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

Christine White burst out laughing moodily.

She knew that, with this action, Bao was shy and that’s why she buried her face.

“Ah, mommy’s little baby, how cute.” Christine White got Little Treasure up as soon as she could and rubbed her soft hair sparingly.

The little one is much thinner than children of the same age, but he is soft to hold, and carries the aroma of children’s body lotion, which makes him especially comfortable to hold in your arms, and smells especially good.

Christine White sniffed for a while before reluctantly putting Bo down and letting him play on the couch by himself while she went to the kitchen to make dinner.

The meal was followed by the afternoon.

There was nothing important at the company that required her presence, so she simply stayed at the apartment with Bo and read the online comments cursing Molly Bort.

With each one she read, she was in a better mood, even going from one to the other and giving a flurry of likes to the comments that called out Molly Bort.

“Curse it curse it.” Christine White murmured.

The more you curse, the better, she thought to herself.

She can’t wait for the internet to just call out Molly Bort, then she’ll save herself the trouble.

Of course, she knows it’s unrealistic, but she’s still very happy to watch Molly Bort now become a street rat and get slow-called all over the internet.

That said, it’s not just the media outlets she set up that are to blame for Molly Bort becoming all black, there are some company owners and wives involved.

Those company owners and their wives, the parents of those kids who ostracized Bao and called her nicknames with Ann Lane, were upset after they were warned by her, but they couldn’t find out who she was, so they could only vent their anger on Molly Bort, believing that it was the fact that she didn’t teach their daughters well, and brought up their kids, that caused them to be insulted by the warnings.

They didn’t dare to do anything to Baird Lane, so they took advantage of all those media outlets scrambling to cover Molly Bort and muddled through, buying up so many legions of waterboys, all of them hacking Molly Bort and calling Molly Bort names on the Internet.

She also realized that something was wrong when she saw a lot of netizens scolding Molly Bort for content that had absolutely nothing to do with Molly Bort’s tax evasion, and when she asked Lisa to look into it, she realized that those comments were from the water armies, made by those parents.

She was not expecting this, but was delighted to learn of it.

Because she inadvertently set up so many enemies for Molly Bort, of course she’s happy.

And look at this non-stop online trend, Molly Bort is afraid of the next long period of time, there is no way to go out, even if you go out, not Gates dress up is not possible, because she is too famous.

Ding Dong!

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

Christine White put down her cell phone and got up to go over to the door.

“Superintendent!” Lisa stood outside the door and greeted her with a smile.

Christine White let go of the doorknob, “Come in.”

Lisa walked in.

Christine White handed her a pair of slippers and headed for the living room.

Lisa stayed alone in the foyer to change her shoes, and when she was done, followed her in.

“Did you get the check?” Christine White asked, sitting on the couch.

Lisa pulled a check out of her purse and presented it with both hands, “There.”

Christine White twisted the check around with two fingers, looked carefully at the famous on it, and gave a satisfied hmmm, “Not bad.”

Lisa smiled slightly at the compliment.

Christine White put the check on the coffee table, thought of something, picked up the phone she’d just lit up, handed it to Liza, pointed to a watered-down comment, and said, “You’re just in time, see what this says?”

Lisa nodded, “See, it says to send a razor blade to Molly Bort.”

Christine White smiled and took her phone back, “Nice, so I thought of a fun one.”

Lisa’s heart snapped, “Superintendent, you’re not going to send Lisa a razor blade, are you?”

Wagging her finger, Christine White returned, “Of course not, what’s so new about sending a razor blade, it’s more fun to send something different isn’t it. Molly Bort is afraid of mice and insects and such, so have someone catch a mouse, burn it, and then box it up and send it to Molly Bort.”

It was a spur-of-the-moment thought that came to her just now as she read the comments.

Hearing this, Lisa gulped, “Superintendent, is this going to be done? Would it be a little too damaging?”

“Damaging?” Christine White bristled in disbelief, “I just had someone send her dead mice to try and scare her, I was being understanding by not having someone send her some skinned cat.”

Besides, she couldn’t afford to kill cats and dogs.

“Well, since you put it that way, I don’t have a problem with it, but Superintendent, why did you have to burn the rats before sending them, couldn’t you just kill them and send them?” Lisa asked in disbelief.

Christine White’s eyes got wry and her voice became grim and gloomy, “A rat that’s straight up dead is not as scary as a burnt rat, do you believe that Molly Bort would be horrified at the sight of a burnt rat, and if she added a note with a phrase on it, she might even be stunned into unconsciousness. ”

“That much of a stretch?” Lisa was a little disbelieving.

A cold smile pulled at the corner of Christine White’s mouth, and without meaning to explain, she took out a pen and paper and wrote a sentence, tore it out and handed it to her, “You’re going to send this paper along with the mouse in the mail.”

“I’m back, murderer!” Lisa read the note softly, suddenly realizing something and looking at Christine White in shock.

I’m back, burnt rat, murderer, unhealed burns on superintendent …

With these key points scuttled together, the answer is clear.

“Superintendent, it was Molly Bort who did the burns on you, wasn’t it?”

Christine White didn’t answer, only smiled coldly.

Lisa huffed backward and felt her scalp tingle, “No wonder …”

No wonder the Superintendent hates Molly Bort so much and that President Lane.

She had been following the Superintendent for a few years now, so naturally she had seen the Superintendent’s appearance before he regained his look, which was simply a total disfigurement.

She had thought that the Superintendent’s burns from the fire were an accident, but she didn’t realize that it was a deliberate murder.

Thinking of this, Lisa was furious in her heart and said with the same hatred, “Don’t worry Superintendent, I will make sure that the courier will be delivered to Molly Bort in good condition.”

“Good.” Christine White nodded gratefully.

Lisa turned and walked away.

Christine White looked out the window, her voice an icy whisper, “Molly Bort, my revenge begins, are you ready?”