The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey reacted and immediately stepped aside, apologizing sincerely: “I’m sorry.”

The man who was hit whispered a foul curse and drunkenly approached her, suddenly reaching out to rip the mask off her face.

There was a wide-eyed stare, and the amazement in the man’s eyes quickly turned sour. Lindsey was about to leave when she was caught by his wrist, and then heard the man’s lewd laughter: “What a tender girl, come and have another drink with your brother.”

Lindsey’s blood rushed to the surface, holding back the nausea to break his grip, and cautiously took two steps back: “This gentleman, you’ve had too much to drink.”

“Too much?” The man staggered up and kept shaking the glass in his hand: “Not much at all, come on, come on, have a few more drinks with me.”

“Sorry, you can drink yourself.” Lindsey frowned, did not move and backed up again, turned around and walked away.

The man cursed again, a large hand raised, the glass in his hand suddenly out of hand. The dark red liquid spilled on the ground, the glass of wine impartially towards the back of Lindsey’s head.

Lindsey sensed the danger and was about to avoid it when someone else opened the door of the box she had just walked past and gently caught the glass in the air.

“What a coincidence, we met again.” Edward opened his hand and the clear glass fell to the floor with a bang, instantly breaking into pieces.

Lindsey took a deep breath and slowly turned around, tilting her head slightly to look at him: “It is indeed a coincidence.”

After the words once again turned around and walked inside, there is no intention to say thank you.

Edward shrugged his shoulders, his thin lips curved up in a playful curve, and shouted at her back, “You were right last time, I was going after you.”RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Lindsey sighed, and without pausing for a moment, took a few steps to unscrew the door of one of the private rooms and entered.

“Back so soon?” Bruce was playing chess with Mack, and when he saw her return, he subconsciously glanced behind her: “Where’s big sister.”

“It’s too noisy outside, I’ll come back by myself.” Lindsey sat down next to him and took a sip of wine from her glass, glancing at the chessboard: “Did you lose badly?”

“Yes, not too bad.” Bruce smiled bitterly, “Why don’t you do it?”

“No, you two go ahead and play.” Lindsey waved her hand and took out her phone to tweet to Adem.

Before eating, she called her brothers. Unfortunately, Tankard was on duty, Maximus was on a business trip, Warren was in L city with Fiona, and no one was available to return to Samuel.

In the past, she called her grandfather every holiday to talk about her life outside. Now that he was gone, she didn’t know who to call, so she asked Adem to send her photos of the old house.

After waiting for a while, Adem sent a few photos taken during the day and typed a message telling her to take care of herself.

Lindsey smiled bitterly and clicked on the photos to enlarge them. The house was still the same, but the person she was most attached to was gone …

She sighed silently and concentrated on watching Bruce play chess. The way Mack plays chess is more varied and ruthless than Old Mr. Grant’s sharp and steady.

In some ways, Mack’s temperament is very similar to Warren’s. When he seems to be defending the city, he actually kills a lot of moves, and once he assumes an offensive stance, he has actually defended his opponent’s attack to death.

It took about two hours for the game to end, with Bruce losing big and a smile finally appearing on Mack’s cool face.

“Let’s go, too.”

Bruce and Lindsey came out of the bar and saw that it was already late, so they got into the car and went back to Grant Residence.

“Just now at the bar, you seem very unhappy, is it because you miss grandpa.” Bruce took off his jacket and said, as if inadvertently, “Go to the study and help me move that box under the desk.”

“It’s the holidays today, and suddenly I miss him especially.” Lindsey took off her jacket, took his and hung it on the hanger, and went to the study in silence.

It was a very ordinary cardboard box, and it didn’t feel like it had much weight. When I returned to the living room, I handed him the cardboard box and couldn’t help but ask, “What’s in it.”

“Secrets!” Bruce smiled gently, “You come with me.”

Lindsey, unsure, followed him and opened the door to the backyard, crossing the long corridor into one of the compartments.

The lights came on, and the room was filled with tributes. She hesitantly went forward, and when she saw that her grandfather’s tablet was also there, she could not control her tears.

Bruce saw her crying and panicked, hurriedly throwing away the cardboard box and sliding the wheelchair over to take her into his arms: “Good girl, you still have me, don’t cry.”

“Thank you.” Lindsey crouched on his shoulder, crying uncontrollably: “Why didn’t you tell me earlier.”

“I know you’ve been thinking about it, and I was afraid that if I told you, it would be harder for you to get out.” Bruce sighed: “Today is a holiday, let’s pray for Grandpa together.”

Lindsey whimpered for a while, wiped away her tears and got off him, turning back to get the cardboard box.

Grandpa was gone, and whether she wanted to or not, from now on for countless years she would have to learn to get used to it, to being a person without a home.

Back in the living room, the maid was holding Bruce’s cell phone with an anxious face, unable to speak: “… The Harris family is in trouble.”