Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane didn’t answer because he didn’t know either.

He bent down and picked up the piece of paper at his feet.

This one is not a check, but a real letter.

Baird Lane scanned almost a hundred words, and most importantly, the top font was no longer printed, but handwritten.

This surprised Baird Lane not a little.

But in the next second, he adjusted his expression and resumed his indifferent face, reading the letter seriously: Baird Lane, this ten million dollars is to return to you, from now on, I don’t owe you anymore, and there is only grudge hatred left between us, and your daughter has injured my son twice in a row in just half a month, and these two times, it has once again aggravated the hatred between us.

If you don’t punish your daughter severely this time and don’t give me an explanation, then don’t blame me for letting your daughter experience the pain of my son, and don’t blame me for adding new grudges to old ones, and retaliating together to get back at you The Lane Family hard.

The above is the entire content of the letter.

Baird Lane’s brow deadened, and his heart set off even more tumbling turmoil.

New Enemies, Old Hatred …

It’s amazing that he and Bao’s mom used to know each other and still have a grudge.

And the 10 million dollars, why would Bao’s mom owe him 10 million dollars? Isn’t her family background no worse than The Lane Family? So how could she owe him money?

What the hell is going on here?

Baird Lane’s emotions were suddenly intense, and he clutched a handful of his hair tightly, trying to remember if it had ever happened in the past, who he had given ten million dollars to.

Yet after thinking back for a long time, he hadn’t searched his memory for the ten million dollars he’d given to someone.

In this case, there are only two possibilities; first, there was no such thing in the first place, and second, it happened during the three years he lost his memory.

And he also preferred the second one, because the first one was very unlikely, and if there was no such thing, then the ten million dollars would be impossible for people to give.

So it should be the second one, he lost his memory for three years, maybe during those three years, he knew Bo’s mom and gave her 10 million dollars back, but then for some unknown reason, he had a vendetta against Bo’s mom.

At the thought, Baird Lane’s heart suddenly clogged up and his head ached.

He had thought the three years of lost memories were unimportant, but now it seemed how wrong he had been.

What exactly happened between him and Bao’s mom in those three years of memories?

Gates got worried when he saw Baird Lane suddenly looking like he was having a hard time and banging his hand on his head, “President Lane, did your head start hurting again?”

Baird Lane didn’t answer, just squeezed the letterhead in his hand tighter.

Gates glimpsed it and boldly pulled the letter out of his hand, skimming it quickly.

After browsing, Gates frowned tightly, “It turns out President Lane you from the beginning, have a grudge against Xiaobao’s mother ah, and now President Lane your nominal daughter, and then beat someone’s son into the hospital, a generation of hatred, and then turned into two generations of hatred, this is not a sinful relationship?”

Hearing this, Baird Lane’s eyes flashed with a chill, and he gave him a cold, beady slant.

Gates scowled, “President Lane, I’m right, and I’m thinking now that the reason that little treasure of a mother hasn’t been willing to see us and has been hiding her true identity is because you, President Lane, have a grudge against her, and are afraid that you’ll recognize her and get to her first.”

Baird Lane looked faintly puzzled, and ignoring what he’d just said, spat out two words in a slightly hurried tone, “Go on.”

“Yes.” Gates responded, continuing on with his guess.

“President Lane you think ah, that little treasure mother why can let the kindergarten and Dr. Norton know her real identity, but only do not let you know, if she really want to completely hide their identity, she obviously can not tell anyone, including the kindergarten and Dr. Norton, but she just told, this is not obvious, she is targeting you.”

At that, Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed out in a straight line. “What you say does make sense.”

“Yeah, well, I think it was probably because Bao’s mom looked up your information on President Lane once she got back home and knew that Ann Lane was in the same kindergarten as Bao, that she got the director and the guys to keep her and Bao’s identities a secret.” Gates added.

Baird Lane dropped his eyelids to hide the mixture of flavors in his eyes and fell silent.

After a while, he suddenly asked, “In the three years of memory I lost, did I give anyone ten million dollars?”

Gates thought for a moment, “I’ve been around you almost all the time as your special assistant and I’ve never seen you give money to anyone …”

When he said that, he suddenly thought of something, and his expression was strange for a moment.

No, he remembered, President Lane had given money to one person, Christine White.

Six years ago, President Lane helped Christine White borrow The White Family’s fence and gave The White Family money’s, but it was five million dollars.

This shouldn’t be necessary to tell President Lane.

Gates thought with some uncertainty.

Baird Lane didn’t notice his strangeness and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, “Maybe I gave it, you just don’t know it even as a special assistant.”

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Gates naturally heard the meaning of Baird Lane’s words and scratched his head, “That may be, but in that case, President Lane, it’s unlikely that you’ll be able to find Little Treasure’s mother based on the ten million dollars, unless President Lane, you regain your memory.”

The speaker doesn’t have a heart, but the listener does.

Baird Lane’s eyes flashed brilliantly and he clenched his fists, “Go to Doctor Luise.”

“Hey?” Gates flinched.

Baird Lane spoke in one word, “I want to know if there’s anything he can do to get my memory back.”

In the past six years, he had never been so desperate to regain his memory.

“Great idea, why didn’t I think of that before.” Gates slapped his thigh and said excitedly, “Then President Lane you sit tight, I’m driving now.”

Baird Lane hmmm’d.

The car restarted and was soon introduced into traffic.

Two hours later, Baird Lane emerged grimly from a private psychiatric clinic.

Gates followed him and comforted, “President Lane, don’t be angry, Doctor Luise also just said that the possibility of recovering memories by hypnosis is not high, and there are still risks associated with hypnosis, that’s why he didn’t hypnotize you.”

This Doctor Luise, is President Lane’s exclusive psychiatrist.

For the past six years, President Lane had almost always suffered from insomnia, and even when he managed to fall asleep, he always had nightmares, and the nightmares were always the same one.

So there was a time when President Lane was often not in the right state of mind, and sometimes he would have hallucinations, and even once when he was driving, he was hallucinating and almost had an accident.

So President Lane went to Doctor Luise, the best psychiatrist in C. Doctor Luise said that President Lane had a knot in his heart that he couldn’t let go of, and that’s why he was like this.

After Doctor Luise helped President Lane do some psychological treatment, President Lane’s situation is much better, but Doctor Luise said President Lane this problem will not be completely cured, unless the knot is unlocked without cure, or only regular psychotherapy, or will still have insomnia, still have nightmares. Or he will still have insomnia and nightmares.

And not many people know about President Lane’s illness, just Aunt Lucy and him, and that Molly Bort woman.

Thinking of this, Gates counted the time and spoke again, “There are still a few days before Doctor Luise gives President Lane your psychotherapy, in these few days President Lane, you should think about it first, if you insist on recovering your memory by hypnosis, we’ll contact Doctor Luise?”