Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane knew what was probably going through her mind just by looking at her.

Must be wondering why the man she was trying to kill didn’t die, but instead survived and came back to get revenge on her.

“You’re moving out tomorrow!” Baird Lane snapped.

Molly Bort’s mind went blank for a split second, “What did you say?”

“I said, you’re moving out tomorrow.” Baird Lane repeats himself.

Molly Bort’s eyes widened in disbelief, “You’re asking me to move out? Why?”

“I don’t want Ann to be in the same environment as you, the things you’ve done, and your personality, the way you talk and act affects her, and I don’t want her to become like you.” Baird Lane answered her coldly.

Molly Bort shook her head violently, “No, I’m not moving! I’m your wife, why should I move.”

“Just because I’m the head of The Lane Family, you must carry out my orders.” Baird Lane looked at her forcefully.

Molly Bort’s chest heaved together, “No, Baird, you can’t do this to me, please, don’t make me move out, okay?”

“There’s no negotiating, I’ll have Aunt Lucy come up tomorrow and pack your bags.” With those words, Baird Lane stopped looking at her and turned toward the door.

The woman had gone insane, and it bothered him to look at her more than once.

When Gates finds out about all the heartless things she’s done over the years, he’ll divorce her.

The Lane Family can’t afford to have a lady with such a vicious, unscrupulous mind.

Baird Lane walked out of the room and Molly Bort was hissing like crazy and pounding her hands on the covers, making her look like a madwoman.

Blame Christine White. Blame that bitch!

If Christine White hadn’t sent her this delivery out of the blue, Baird wouldn’t have even known that she’d done something like kill someone, and he wouldn’t have made her move out of the house.

This villa area, lived all the circle of the famous family nobility, once she moved out, they will immediately know that she was evicted by Baird Lane.

Then they’ll talk about how she’s disliked by Baird Lane and is about to lose her position as Mrs. Lane.

No, she mustn’t lose the position of Mrs. Lane, she had nothing left, it was all she had, she mustn’t lose it.

And Christine White, she must find out the person as soon as possible, after finding out, she will kill again, she can kill Christine White once or twice, she can kill for the third time, she doesn’t believe that Christine White can really be blessed by the God all the time, and can’t be killed in any way.

Except where the hell is Christine White now, she doesn’t have a clue, and Baird Lane seems determined to investigate her murder.

However, she was not worried that Baird Lane would find out that she had killed Christine White, because back then, when she had done it to Christine White twice in a row, she had not left any evidence behind.

But she still doesn’t want Baird Lane to investigate, because Baird Lane can’t find out who she killed, he’ll surely look into the other things she’s done, and those things she’s done stealthily but more or less left some traces of them, and he’ll surely divorce him when the time comes.

So she had to find a way to stop him.

After thinking about this, Christine White’s eyes flashed obscurely before she grabbed her bedside cell phone and made a call out, “Hello, is this Doctor Luise?”

Unaware that Molly Bort was prepared to prevent him from investigating what she had done, Baird Lane did not go downstairs after he exited her room, but went to his own room, washed up and rested.

The next day, he woke up early.

When he woke up, he looked in the checkroom and changed into a suit with a matching tie clip and cuffs, then fixed his hair a little before opening the door and going downstairs.

Aunt Lucy was still flabbergasted to see Baird Lane dressed so formally, “Sir, are you going out today?”

It’s the weekend, isn’t it?

Baird Lane shook his head, “Not going out.”

“If you’re not going out, then how else are you going to dress so formally?” Aunt Lucy looked at him.

This is dressed for a party.

Baird Lane looked down at himself in this one, a slight glint in his eye, without explanation.

Aunt Lucy couldn’t figure out what he was thinking and wiped it off asking, “By the way sir, when is Miss Camp coming over? I have breakfast almost ready.”

“I don’t know, let’s put it away for now.” Baird Lane said as he looked at his wristwatch.

It’s almost eight o’clock now, and she said she’d come over in the morning, so she should be there in almost an hour or two.

“That’s fine, I’ll put it away for now then.” Aunt Lucy nodded.

Baird Lane lowered his wrist, “Aunt Lucy, in a moment you’ll go upstairs and pack Molly Bort’s bags.”

“Hey?” Aunt Lucy wondered, “Packing for what?”

“I told her to move out.” Baird Lane returned simply.

But Aunt Lucy was greatly pleased to hear it, “Yes, I’ll let on in a minute.”

The gentleman finally opened his eyes and threw the woman out.

She had wanted to tell that woman to get out of this villa for a long time, but she couldn’t do that since the woman had always been licensed with Mr., so she had held back.

It’s so nice to endure that Mr. has actually offered to let Molly Bort move out on his own.

Baird Lane chortled softly as he watched the unstoppable excitement in Aunt Lucy’s eyes.

He’d always known about the potent fire between Molly Bort and Aunt Lucy.

So not at all surprised that Aunt Lucy was so happy to hear that he’d asked Molly Bort to move out.

As he was thinking, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Baird Lane’s pupils fluttered and he raised his eyes to the foyer.

Is that her coming?

“Sir, is that Miss Camp coming?” Aunt Lucy thought of it too and opened her mouth to inquire.

Baird Lane nodded slightly, “I suppose so.”

“I’ll get it then!” Aunt Lucy grinned and wiped her hands, took off the apron she was wearing and headed for the foyer.

Baird Lane was going to remind her not to be too surprised when she saw someone, but thought better of it.

Christine Camp’s face was exactly like Christine White’s, and even if he had warned Aunt Lucy, Aunt Lucy would still be surprised to see Christine Camp.

Aunt Lucy walked up to the basement door and, without looking at the visibility, just went up and opened it.

“It’s Timothy Little …” Before the words were finished, Aunt Lucy’s eyes widened when she saw the person outside the door, “Ma’am?”

At the sound of the long-lost Mrs., Christine White’s nose flared slightly and she felt the urge to cry and hug.

But she eventually relented and looked at the Aunt Lucy in front of her with a detached and nonchalant gaze, “Hello, you’re the Aunt Lucy Baird was talking about, aren’t you?”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

After six years, Aunt Lucy has also aged, with graying temples, more wrinkles on her face, and a much fatter body than before.

But this is not healthy obesity at first glance, but false obesity.

“Ma’am, you’re alive? You’re not dead?” Aunt Lucy, red-eyed and trembling, reached out and took Christine White’s hand in hers.

Christine White fake jerked her hand twice and pretended that she couldn’t jerk it out again, letting Aunt Lucy take her hand in hers, “That ….. … Aunt Lucy, you’ve got the wrong person, I’m not the Mrs. you’re talking about.”

“What are you talking about, ma’am? How can you not be Mrs..” Aunt Lucy looked at Christine White with wet and excited eyes, “You’re obviously Mrs..”

It was a face that she recognized even in ashes.

Christine White’s eyes darted a quick, fleeting flash of color underneath, and graciously put her face forward, “But I’m really not your wife, Aunt Lucy, and you’re taking a good look at my face.”

Aunt Lucy didn’t believe she wasn’t a Mrs. at all, and when she heard her say that, she looked really closely.

At that glance, Aunt Lucy realized something was different and frowned.

Mole in the corner of the eye!

The Mrs. didn’t have a mole in the corner of her eye, but the face in front of her did.

And the eyes.

Mrs. is almond eyes, in front of this is peach blossom eyes, as well as the voice is different, Mrs.’s voice is gentle and nice, this woman’s voice is hoarse and raspy.

So this woman really isn’t Mrs.?