Seize His Little Wife

“It’s over, now I really can’t pay it back …” cried Christine White.

“And what?” Debby York looked at her quizzically.

Christine White waved her hands around, “Nothing, I mean it costs my husband a lot of money to rent this whole thing, and the credit cards can’t even pay it off.”

“You said you rented this whole thing?”

“Or else it’s still bought… If my husband was really rich, would I still be able to work hard every day?” Christine White’s gaze fell away and she said with a dry smile.

“You’re right, I don’t usually see you wearing any name brands.” Debby York rubbed her chin, thinking there was some truth to that.

“Okay, stop talking, President Lane’s speech is starting.” Christine White saw Baird Lane walk up to the auditorium with the microphone and gently elbowed her.

Debby York was reminded and immediately straightened up and shut up.

On the auditorium stage, Baird Lane’s deep gaze circled the entire venue, and I don’t know if it was an illusion or not, but Christine White always felt that he looked at her for two more seconds.

“Good evening everyone, I’m Baird Lane …” Baird Lane began as he raised the microphone to the air.

He first spoke in Chinese, and then, considering the many foreign partners present, he spoke again in English, with a fluent and authentic aristocratic British accent that mesmerized the audience.

“I finally realize how unfair goddess was when she created man.” Debby York cupped her face with a florid expression.

Christine White twisted her head to look at her, “What do you mean?”

“It means that President Lane was hand-crafted by goddess, and we were flung out of her with clay dots.”

The corner of Christine White’s mouth twitched, unable to catch the words.

Nothing seems wrong with this analogy …

“Christine,” Debby York called out to her.

Christine White blinked, “What?”

“What kind of woman would you say is worthy of a man as perfect as President Lane?” Debby York asked suddenly.

Christine White flinched, lowered her head and stammered her reply, “I … I don’t know …”

He doesn’t need to be matched with another woman.

He’s married.

But that was something she didn’t dare to say.

“I guess it must be the same perfect woman, with family appearance and even ability to match President Lane, so as to be worthy of President Lane,” Debby York analyzed fervently.

Christine White pouted and subconsciously retorted, “Not at all, he’s already perfect in his own right, so what’s the difference between looking in the mirror if he’s married to a woman who’s equally perfect.”

Debby York looked at her in dismay as she got a little agitated, “Christine what’s wrong with you? I just made a comment about who would be good enough for President Lane, why are you reacting so badly …”

“I … “Christine White calmed down with a jolt, knowing that she had just acted too aggressively, and hurriedly squeezed out a smile to explain, “I just thought that President Lane himself is already very perfect, should not need to find another equally perfect wife, so just …”

“So that’s it!” Debby York nodded without skepticism, “I thought you had something to do with President Lane when you were so excited earlier.”

“How … how is that possible.” Christine White snorted as she squeezed her small carry-on bag tightly, “How could I possibly be related to President Lane.”

“I suppose so, after all, how can a commoner like us be looked upon by President Lane.”

Christine White frowned, a little uncomfortable inside, “What’s wrong with ordinary people? Ordinary people can’t marry President Lane?”

“That’s not what I meant.” Debby York rolled her eyes, “I’m just saying that a guy like President Lane wouldn’t be able to look at us commoners.”

“Why?” Christine White asked with some urgency, biting her lip.

“You’re silly, of course it’s because we’re from two worlds away from him.”

“Two worlds …” Christine White repeated those four words over and over again, somewhat uncharacteristically.

She and Baird Lane, one from an ordinary family and the other from a wealthy family, are not people from two worlds.

Debby York didn’t notice that Christine White was out of sorts and was still talking herself down, “So I think that President Lane needs a wife who has something in common with him and who can walk alongside him, not one who is ordinary and not much of anything and who has to rely on him for protection at all times to be able to survive in the mansion to survive as a wife.”

Her words caused Christine White to blush a little, her mouth opening, suddenly unable to make a sound, her eyes looking up at the man on the ceremonial platform with mixed feelings.

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Is the kind of wife he needs really the kind Debby York is talking about?

If so, why marry her, and then leave her out to dry for three years after the marriage, and then think of her when it’s so hard to think of her, but then it’s for her bone marrow.

Thinking about this, Christine White’s heart clogged up and she suddenly didn’t want to stay.

“Debby , I want to go back.” Her voice was muffled as she lowered her eyes slightly.

Debby York pulled her hand to keep her from leaving, “What are you doing going back so early, there’s an important part of the drawing for the female guests to pick their dance partners later, in case we get President Lane it won’t be in vain for us to come tonight.”

“President Lane was in attendance?” Christine White raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Debby York replied, “Yeah, it’s his welcome party, how can you not attend as the main character.”

Hearing this, Christine White was instantly dissuaded from leaving.

She wasn’t confident she’d draw Baird Lane though.

But at least know who he’ll be dancing with.

Finally, after a long wait, Baird Lane’s speech ended and he handed the microphone to Gates’s assistant on stage, “You’re hosting afterward.”

Assistant Gates nodded slightly and stood up on the ceremonial platform, “Next is the long-awaited prom session, I believe you all know the rules, I won’t say much here and start directly, please welcome the first lady who drew the lot, Christine White!”

Christine White heard her name out cold and froze, “Me?”

“Yeah, that’s you.” Debby York excitedly patted her on the shoulder, “Christine you’re so lucky to be the first one, hurry up and get up there.”

“Oh …,” Christine White responded haphazardly, carrying her skirt up to the ceremonial stage under the gaze of many eyes and the urging of Debby York.

Assistant Gates handed her the draw box, “Secretary White, please draw a slip of paper.”

“Good.” Christine White nodded, darted an afterimage at Baird Lane, took a deep breath, and reached into the case to feel a note out.

She was about to open it when Assistant Gates jerked the note away and smiled politely at her, “I got it.”

Christine White froze, then politely returned a smile, “Then I’ll trouble Assistant Gates.”

She stepped back and waited nervously for him to announce the results.

Assistant Gates handed the draw box to the staff beside him and opened the slip of paper unhurriedly, when he saw the name on it, he pushed his glasses in surprise, “Secretary White has a good hand, congratulations, the dance partner you drew is President Lane!”

When this statement was made, the whole audience was shocked.

Christine White’s mouth dropped open in disbelief.

What?

She actually did draw Baird Lane.

Just … would he dance with her?