Seize His Little Wife

“Like it?” Baird Lane asked without answering.

Christine White fiddled with the petals of the rose, “Love it.” “That’s good.”

Baird Lane’s mouth curved up in a slightly inaccessible manner.

In fact, before he came, he was thinking of bringing her a gift.

But he didn’t know what to bring, so he asked Aunt Lucy, who suggested he send a bouquet of flowers, preferably of roses, so he went to buy a bouquet of roses himself.

Christine White set the flowers aside, her eyelids slightly drooping so that the emotions in her eyes could not be seen.

She had indeed not expected that Baird Lane would actually send her roses, and she was surprised and at the same time rather mixed up in her mind.

Once, when their marriage had lasted, he never seemed to send her roses, and now that she was wearing a Christine Camp vest, he did.

Even though both identities were her, she still felt a little sour inside.

“Well, order up Baird,” Christine White gathered her inner emotions and handed the man across from her the menu, “and as a thank you for dropping me off last night, feel free to order whatever you want today, make yourself at home.”

Baird Lane chuckled softly, “Good.”

He took the menu and flipped it open, casually scanning it before ordering a steak.

After ordering, Christine White handed the waiter the menu.

As soon as the waitress left, she thought of something and stood up and pushed the suitcase beside her to Baird Lane, “This is for you.”

“What’s this?” Baird Lane looked at the suitcase suspiciously.

Christine White took a sip and explained with a slight twinkle in her eyes, “These are Bo’s clothes and toys, I heard from him that Bo is at your place now, and he found out that we would be having dinner together tonight, so he gave this to me and asked me to bring it by so that you could take it.”

“So it is.” Baird Lane nodded and took the suitcase aside, “I know, I’ll bring it to Bo.”

“Well, then I’ll let Ives know that I’m mission accomplished.” With that, Christine White picked up her cell phone and held it up in front of her face and pressed it a few times before turning it off and putting it back in her bag.

That’s when the food came up.

The two stopped talking and started eating.

After the meal, Baird Lane received a phone call and excused himself before leaving.

Instead of leaving, Christine White sat in her car and videoed Bess Camp.

In the video, Bess Camp appears in front of the camera in a pajama top, listless, looking at her slyly, “I say Christine, it’s just getting light out here for me.”

Christine White spat out her tongue, “Sorry brother, I forgot about the time difference.”

“Okay, okay, what’s your problem?” Bess Camp interrupted her with a wave of her hand.

“I am asking, how is the investigation of Toby Dean that you helped me with going on, and why did Molly Bort transfer such a large amount of money to him?” Speaking of business, Christine White’s expression immediately became serious.

Bess Camp yawned, “I was going to tell you when I woke up from my nap, but you came to me first.”

“So brother, you found out?”

“Well, it wasn’t really that hard, first we arrested the guy and beat him up, he told us himself.” Bess Camp returned gently.

The corner of Christine White’s mouth twitched, “That’s it?”

“That’s it!”

“I still don’t believe it.” Christine White covered her face, “The ones I encountered on my side, were all hard-core, and after beating them, they were unwilling to open their mouths and admit it, forcing me to only use mental torture before they were willing to give an account of it, so how did it get to you, it became so simple.”

“Let’s just say, it’s your bad luck.” Bess Camp smiled sympathetically at her, “Not everyone is so hard to clean up, there are arrogant people, naturally there are goons, Toby Dean is like that, he is a typical bully, give him some punches to show him, and he’ll naturally give in.”

“So that’s it, then why on earth would he get Molly Bort to give so much money?” Christine White asked.

“That, ah, is a threat of sorts.”

Bess Camp poured himself a glass of water, then continued, “Five years ago Molly Bort just gave birth to a child, she went abroad to find Toby Dean once, that time the two of them drank some wine, Molly Bort was drunk, and spit out very heartfelt things to Toby Dean, among them were two times to kill you, Toby Dean is an extremely intelligent man and he knew how much good would come from Molly Bort spouting this, so he recorded it.”

“And then he threatened Molly Bort with a recording of her paying him a monthly hush money?” Christine White guessed roughly.

Bess Camp nodded, “Something like that.”

“What about the recording?” That was Christine White’s main concern.

This was Molly Bort’s own admission, and it was the most decisive piece of evidence she had to get her hands on.

“I have the recording here, I’ll have someone send it to you later.” Bess Camp took a drink of water.

Christine White nodded her head back and forth, “Thank you brother, so how is Toby Dean now?”

“He ah, he is not a good thing, and has committed a lot of crimes over the years, private possession of customers’ jewelry trimmings not to mention, but also switched the jewelry, which has already constituted a great theft, I’m going to lock him up first, and then send him to the police station after I find out what happened to those jewels.” Bess Camp returned.

Christine White gave a knowing oh, “Okay, you decide brother, I’ll hang up then.”

“Uh-huh.” Bess Camp answered.

Hanging up the video, Christine White stretched, threw her phone on the passenger side, and drove away from the restaurant.

The next morning, Christine White was in her office when Lisa knocked on the door and came in, holding a courier box in her hand, “Superintendent, this is from Chief Camp for you.”

As soon as she heard it was from Bess Camp, Christine White immediately knew it was a recording.

She hurriedly put down the pen in her hand and stood up, “Give it to me.”

“Here.” Lisa handed the box over.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Christine White took a small hobby knife out of the pencil case and removed the box in three strokes, then reached into the box and pulled out a tape recorder from inside that had lost some of its paint.

The recorder still had power, and Christine White pulled up the recording inside directly and played it.

Sure enough, as Bess Camp had said, it was Molly Bort’s voice in here, soft and raspy and obviously drunk.

Molly Bort on the recording takes all the bad things she’s done, and says she did it all for Toby Dean.

Hearing this, Christine White just felt extremely ridiculous.

For Toby Dean?

Molly Bort is clearly in it for herself!

It’s true that she loves Toby Dean, but her love isn’t nearly as important as the glory and power and money that comes with the position of Mrs. The Lane Family.

That’s why Molly Bort loves Toby Dean, but won’t stay with Toby Dean and instead stalks Baird Lane.

After listening to the recording, Christine White connected the recorder to her computer.

She was worried that if the recorder accidentally broke or disappeared, the recordings in it wouldn’t be useful, so it was better to have a backup copy.

After backing up, Christine White put the recorder in a drawer before going to look at Lisa, “Anything else?”

“There’s one big thing.” Lisa nodded.

“What’s the big deal?” Christine White sat back and proceeded to pick up her pen, ready to read the paper.

Lisa swallowed, “Didn’t you watch the news, Superintendent?”

“No, I left the company early yesterday, the work was piled up, and I’ve been busy since I came in today, so how could I have time to read any news, why, what’s the big deal on the news?” Christine White asked lightly while reading the documents.

It was obvious that she didn’t pay much attention to the big events on the news and didn’t have much interest in them.

“Of course, it’s a particularly big deal, the whole of C City is up in arms today.”

“So tell me straight, what is it?” Christine White cried a little when she saw that Lisa hadn’t said anything for half a day.

Lisa coughed lightly and cleared her throat, “Okay, so I’ll say it, don’t be too surprised Superintendent, President Lane, divorced!”