Seize His Little Wife

“Who else could it be, Molly Bort’s.” Gates sighed, “Those people are parents of Molly Bort’s students who didn’t get their refunded tuition back from Molly Bort, and you’re Molly Bort’s husband, so they’ve found the group and are clamoring for you to pay them back.”

At that, Baird Lane’s cold breath filled his body, “Make me pay back the money?”

“Yes, the lead parent also took out a court summons saying that they had jointly gone to the court yesterday to sue Molly Bort, the court side gave three days for Molly Bort to return the school fees in three days, if they couldn’t do so in three days, the court side would forcibly levy Molly Bort’s school to go to auction, Molly Bort didn’t Promise, then …”

“And then what?” Baird Lane’s eyes narrowed grimly.

Gates laughed bitterly, “Then Molly Bort told them to go to you and say that you were her husband and wouldn’t leave her alone, so those parents fell under Molly Bort’s spell and approached the group today.”

That’s Molly Bort’s ploy anyway.

Molly Bort is afraid that she thinks that if so many people go to block outside the group, President Lane surely wouldn’t dare to let the security guards forcefully evict the people, and what if someone gets hurt, which would be another trouble for The Lane Family Group.

And with so many people blocking the doorway, it wouldn’t look good for The Lane Family Group, and in the end President Lane wouldn’t be able to resist and help her pay back the money.

It was indeed a good tactic, and had it been any other man, he was sure Molly Bort would have succeeded, but President Lane …

Gates sympathized with Molly Bort a handful of times.

Her ploy was an absolute 100% failure… President Lane isn’t one of those people who would be threatened.

All he can say is that Molly Bort doesn’t know enough about President Lane.

Sure enough, Baird Lane laughed back in anger, “She’s really getting ahead of herself.”

What Gates could think of, how could he not.

He wouldn’t help Molly Bort out with the money, and Molly Bort actually counted him out like that.

Do you really think he’ll be counted out?

“You immediately put together a report on Molly Bort’s property and then walk to the court and tell the court that Molly Bort doesn’t have any money and can’t refund her tuition, and the court side will immediately take over Molly Bort’s school.” Baird Lane said in a grim voice.

Gates responded in a huff.

Baird Lane added, “As for those people blocking the doorway, I’ll go over there and deal with them myself.”

The call ended and Baird Lane put down his cell phone and returned to the living room.

Christine White’s eyes rolled with concern when she saw that he was back and dark, and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s fine, something happened with the group, I have to rush over to deal with it, I can’t show you around the villa.” Baird Lane apologized and looked at Christine White.

Christine White was just about to speak when Aunt Lucy came down from upstairs holding the sheets to be changed, “It’s alright sir, I’ll just show Miss Camp around, Miss Camp shouldn’t mind me being an old woman, right?”

Christine White’s mouth twitched, “Of course not …”

“Then it’s decided sir, if you have something to do go about it and I’ll entertain Miss Camp.” Aunt Lucy added to Baird Lane.

Baird Lane, naturally relieved of Aunt Lucy, and seeing that Christine White was fine with it, said no more, lifted his foot toward the foyer, and soon drove away.

“With Monsieur gone, Miss Camp, let me show you around the cottage first.” Aunt Lucy put the clothes basket down, stared intently at Christine White, and took the initiative.

Christine White inwardly cried and laughed, but her face didn’t show it, propped up the armrest of the sofa and stood up, “Then I’ll trouble Aunt Lucy.”

“No trouble.” Song smiled meaningfully, “Then Ms. Camp come with me, we’ll start with a tour upstairs.”

“Okay, Aunt Lucy your call.” Christine White followed her up the stairs.

Aunt Lucy took Christine White straight up to the third floor, introducing her one by one to the various rooms and the various famous paintings hanging on the walls of the corridor.

Aunt Lucy introduced herself while still watching Christine White out of the corner of her eye in an unobtrusive manner, as if trying to see something on Christine White’s face.

But sadly, there was nothing on Christine White’s face; she didn’t see anything.

This left Aunt Lucy not a little disappointed.

Christine White saw it and the corner of her mouth gently hooked, then quickly returned to its natural state and knowingly asked, “Aunt Lucy, what’s wrong with you? It feels as if you you are a bit upset.”

“No no.” Aunt Lucy waved her hand and forced a smile, “The third floor tour is over, Ms. Camp, let me take you back to the first floor.”

“How do I visit the second floor?” Christine White asked.

Aunt Lucy returned with little interest, “The second floor is all guest rooms, nothing to see.”

“I see, back to the first floor then.” Christine White nodded, indicating that she knew.

Aunt Lucy sighed and walked ahead, heading for the stairs.

Christine White looked at her lost back and covered her lips and snickered again.

She certainly knew why Aunt Lucy was lost.

When Aunt Lucy introduced the rooms and the paintings, she made a point of mentioning things from the past, such as which paintings she liked in the past, which rooms she had been in, and so on.

As he introduced it, he also peeked at her, trying to test if she would show anything different when she heard this.

Once she showed the difference, it was a sign that she was, indeed, Christine White.

I have to say, Aunt Lucy has gotten rather savvy as she’s gotten older.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t stupid either!

Thinking of this, Christine White mentally apologized to Aunt Lucy and decided to explain everything to Aunt Lucy in person later after she had taken her revenge.

Back on the first floor.

Aunt Lucy told Christine White to sit on the couch for a while while she went to the kitchen to make coffee.

Christine White agreed and took a seat on the couch.

After visiting the villa and coming down, her entire body was in shock.

Because she realized that the décor and arrangement of this villa, as well as the various furniture and furnishings, were almost exactly the same as when she left six years ago.

It didn’t make sense that it should be at all, because given her understanding of Molly Bort, how could Molly Bort be allowed to leave a mark when she became the new mistress of the place.

If she had been Molly Bort, she would have completely redecorated the villa inside and out and replaced all the furniture.

Yet no.

Look at how much the furniture and decorations have folded Land, these are exactly the same ones that were there before.

What’s this for?

She didn’t believe Molly Bort hadn’t thought about redecorating the cottage.

“Christine Camp, what are you doing here?” Just when Christine White was in deep confusion, a sharp female voice suddenly came from the stairs.

Christine White looked back toward the source of the voice and raised an eyebrow at the sight of Molly Bort standing on the stairs in her rumpled clothes.

Is this woman crazy?

Clothes wrinkled, hair messy, face makeup is not put on, eyelids swollen high, black circles under the eyes is comparable to a panda, this kind of disheveled and woeful appearance, is not crazy is what.

“Good morning Ms. Bort.” Christine White greeted Molly Bort with a smile and a wave.

Molly Bort rushed to her in a few steps with clenched fists, and questioned her anew in an emotional voice, “Say, why are you here?”

“Why?” Christine White cocked her head and smiled playfully, “Because I miss Baird, ah, so I came to see him and see where he lives so it’s easier for me to get to know him better.”

“So it’s you.” Molly Bort reached out and grabbed Christine White’s arm with a death grip, “It was you wasn’t it? Because you have this face, Baird is taking special care of you, so you’re letting Baird throw me out aren’t you?”

“Hmm?” Christine White frowned.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Kicked out?

Why was she a little hard of hearing.

“Ms. Bort, what are you talking about?” Christine White vigorously shook Molly Bort’s hand away and drew her arm back.

Looking at the several red marks pinched out on her white arm, a cold light flew across her eyes.

“Don’t you dare pretend.” Molly Bort stumbled at the fling Christine White had just given her and took a step back before stabilizing herself, glaring at her through clenched teeth, “Weren’t you the one who told Baird that I should move out?”