Seize His Little Wife

The sight of this man reminded her of the last whipping.

She never imagined that the man who had once loved her would one day swing a whip at her.

Now that she’s not even hurt, he comes over again, wondering what he wants to do again.

“Sign this!” Baird Lane threw the divorce papers in front of Molly Bort.

Molly Bort looked at the agreement and her eyes widened, “Divorce … You want to divorce me?”

Baird Lane grimaced, “Sign it!”

“No, I’m not signing!” Molly Bort shouted emotionally.

How could she not have imagined that he would come over and actually want to divorce her?

How could she take it?

How is it possible to accept!

For the position of Mrs. Lane, the glory that Mrs. Lane brings, she gave up the ballet, gave up her humanity, and turned into a devil, it was not easy for her to succeed, but in the end, she had to be driven down, so how could she be willing to do so, even if she died, she would still be buried with the identity of Mrs. Lane!

Looking at Molly Bort’s deadpan refusal to sign, Baird Lane sneered, “Are you sure you don’t want to sign?”

Molly Bort gritted her teeth, “Baird Lane, you can’t do this to me, have you forgotten the vows you made in church? You said you’d be good to me for the rest of your life, but now you want to divorce me!”

“I did say something like that, but only if you were still the same kind Molly Bort, but do you deserve it now? Who are you to ask me to be nice to you when you’ve had me hypnotized and mentally implanted.” Baird Lane spat out coldly.

Molly Bort choked, “I … I’m only doing this because I’m afraid of losing you Baird …”

“No, you’re not afraid of losing me, you’re just afraid of losing your position as Mrs. Lane, and if you don’t have the slightest bit of care for me yet, then how can I possibly have any feelings for you.” Baird Lane said coldly.

Approaching, he threw a fountain pen over as well, “You have five minutes to do as you’re told and sign it, or else …”

“I said I’m not signing!” As if the pen were like a hot thing of some kind, Molly Bort swatted her hand off the bed.

Baird Lane’s eyes grew cold as he looked at the pen that rolled back to his feet, “Both of you, escort her to sign and put your fingerprints on it.”

“Yes!” The two bodyguards guarding the doorway heard his command and hurriedly answered, coming towards the room.

Molly Bort shook her head with horrified eyes, “Baird Lane, you actually used force on me.”

“I have given you your chance, and since you do not cherish it, I shall naturally force you to sign it.” Baird Lane answered her coldly, and then turned and went out of the room.

His mental cues hadn’t been contacted yet, and it was hard to be sure after spending so much time in the room with Molly Bort that he wouldn’t end up suddenly backtracking on getting Molly Bort to sign.

That’s why he went out.

Only by going out and not facing Molly Bort, the influence of mental suggestion, is not as strong.

Inside the room, two bodyguards stepped forward and held Molly Bort down.

One had Molly Bort firmly restrained and the other had her hand firmly cupped.

After pinching it up, he also put a pen in her hand and controlled her to sign the woman’s side of the divorce papers.

Since this was not voluntary on the part of Molly Bort, but was signed under escort, the name was crooked and ugly, and when one went to the Civil Service Bureau to apply for a divorce certificate, one would wonder if it was signed in person.

Then at this time, Molly Bort’s handprints are needed. Handprints are fingerprints, and once they are compared at the Civil Service Bureau, the Civil Service Bureau will know that the handprints on this divorce decree are indeed my own, and a divorce decree will be processed.

All of this Baird Lane has figured out.

Molly Bort was forced to sign by two bodyguards.

When she looked at the piercing handprints and names on the divorce papers, her strength felt like it had been drained out of her, and her whole body was dumbfounded.

It wasn’t until a few moments later that she broke down emotionally, grabbing her hair and letting out a hoarse yell.

The roar was so full of hate that it sent chills all over the body.

The two bodyguards, though they found Molly Bort’s shouting uncomfortable, didn’t take it much to heart, and after quickly collecting the divorce papers and the pen, they covered their ears and headed out.

“President Lane, it’s done.” The bodyguard handed Baird Lane the divorce papers.

Baird Lane turned it over and looked at it with a satisfied hmmm, “You keep watch over her and I’ll come back to place her when she’s healed.”

“Yes!”

Baird Lane walked away with the divorce papers.

After leaving The Bort Family villa, he didn’t go back to the office, but went straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau to apply for the divorce license in person.

The people at the Civil Affairs Bureau were surprised by his arrival and wanted to ask him why he was divorced, but thinking about his status, they couldn’t help themselves and held back their curiosity to finalize the divorce for him.

Having gotten the two divorce papers, the corners of Baird Lane’s mouth gently tugged out an arc, and even his body, became more relaxed than ever, as well as his heart.

At that moment, the phone suddenly rang.

Baird Lane tossed the divorce papers on the passenger side, pulled out his cell phone and glanced at it, moving quickly to answer the call when he saw that the caller ID was Bo’s mother.

“Hello.”

“President Lane, it’s me.” The woman’s disguised voice came over the phone.

Baird Lane was used to it, his expression light, “I know, are you calling now about Bo meeting with me?”

“You’re right, I mentioned to Bao when I visited him yesterday that he was having some reactions, so I figured out that your presence might be good for Bao’s condition, so I want you father and son to meet as soon as possible.” The woman said back.

One of Baird Lane’s hands propped against the car door suddenly clenched, surprise hard to hide in his eyes, “Did you just say that I’m getting better for Bo?”

“Yes, so I’ll arrange for you to meet little baby at four o’clock in the afternoon, and the meeting place, is the 301 presidential suite of the Huan Yu Hotel, remember, it’s four o’clock, and one minute late, I’ll make it impossible for you to see little baby.”

As she spoke, the woman cut the phone off.

Baird Lane didn’t care, and lifted his wrist to check the time; it was almost two o’clock now, and two hours to four.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

He was a bit far from the Huan Yu Hotel, and it would take just about the same amount of time to drive over there for almost an hour and buy some of the kids’ favorite gifts.

With that in mind, Baird Lane put down his cell phone and drove towards the oneworld hotel without further delay.

It was just about three o’clock sharp when we arrived.

With an hour to go, Baird Lane headed toward a nearby hypermarket to get something for the kids.

But there was so much stuff in the supermarket, so many different things, that he had no idea what to buy.

Finally, not knowing what to think, he took out his cell phone and called out.

“Baird?”

“It’s me.” Baird Lane nodded, his voice slightly gentler, “Didn’t bother you, did it?”

“No, but what’s the matter with you calling me at this hour?” Christine White asked with a smile.

Baird Lane stood in front of the rows and rows of toy aisles and pursed his lips as he returned, “I’m going to see Bo, but I don’t know what to get for the boy, and I wanted to ask you what you thought?”

Upon hearing this, a flash of surprise crossed Christine White’s eyes, and she then asked tentatively, “Why are you asking me what I think?”

Could it be, he’s starting to suspect?

But, she hadn’t exposed her brokenness in front of him!

“I’m not sure why I’m asking you, intuitively you would have a good idea of what Bo likes, after all you’ve met Bo haven’t you?” Baird Lane replied.

Christine White breathed a faintly inaccessible sigh of relief, “So that’s what I thought …”

“Why?”

“No, it’s nothing, didn’t you want to ask what I should buy for Bao, just buy Bao a Rubik’s Cube, or some deeper books, those are Bao’s favorites.” Christine White suggested.

Baird Lane raised an eyebrow, “Deep books? Bo can read it?”