The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey was stunned, and before the words of objection could be spoken, she was pulled into his wheelchair and left the lounge by a different exit.

Upon entering the elevator, she noticed it was going down and couldn’t help but ask, “Where exactly are you going.”

“You’ll know when you get there.” Bruce tightened his grip around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder with a deep smile, “You’re beautiful tonight.”

“And wasn’t I beautiful before.” Lindsey smiled back and tossed his hands around, “No lies, if you lie, you’ll sleep alone at night.”

Bruce raised his eyebrows dotingly and thought to himself, “What night don’t you sleep by yourself? The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you want to do.

As we speak, the elevator soon stops at the first floor lobby. The moment the elevator door opened, Lindsey looked up and saw Edward and Miller waiting outside.

With a slight nod, she suddenly didn’t bother to stand up and directly sat on Bruce’s lap to get out of the elevator.

“Mr. Grant…” Edward glanced at Lindsey and held the corners of his lips in a sinister way: “Seems to be in a good mood, when do you have time to come out for a drink. ”

Bruce uninterruptedly inclined his head, lips curved up a smiling arc, voice cold: “Edward is a very busy man, as for me …”

The intentionally long trailing voice, deliberately creating a thoughtful look, faintly continued: “Lindsey does not like me to socialize.”

“That’s a shame.” Edward smiled graciously and lifted his foot into the elevator.

Miller, who never had much of an expression, then followed him in. lindsey listened to the movement of the elevator doors closing, shrugged helplessly, and made fun of him: “You’ve ruined someone’s business, and you’re still stabbing them, can’t you have some manners.”

Bruce kissed her tiny earlobe quickly and precisely, too fast for Lindsey to notice.

After waiting for a moment to see her not squeak, he then laughed: “Smashed all smashed, anyway, he will smash back, just as a hand.”

“You rich people ah …” Lindsey slapped him and took the opportunity to jump to the ground: “I heard Old Mr. Grant said, you used to be very good, modest and polite and not tainted with other vices. Now, it seems to be too much honor.”

Bruce sweated profusely, tilted his head slightly, and spoke with certainty: “I will never do that again.”

Before she showed up, all he could think about every day for more than a year was when he would be able to get up and when he would no longer have to be ridiculed.

How is it possible that the mindset has not changed in the slightest.

The two of them laughed and joked, and when they left the lobby they boarded the car and left the hotel to drive into traffic.

Inside the hotel’s VIP elevator, Edward’s face was taut, his eyebrows pressed low as he stared at the glossy, mirror-like elevator walls, his thin lips pursed into a straight line.

“Why do you have to.” Miller copied his pocket with one hand, hated to persuade: “There are many such girls in the art school, the beauty school seems to be a lot, you used to like is not this kind of model.”

“She’s not like everyone else.” Edward indignantly leaned to the elevator wall, eyes unfocused staring at the overhead light: “She’s like a pearl, clean and clear, her whole body emits a distinctive light.”

“I think you’ve used that phrase to describe a certain actress.” Miller unceremoniously revealed the bottom: “You were so fanatical at the time.”

Edward’s face froze for a second and he quickly stood up straight, his eyes narrowing dangerously, “Did he.”

Miller shrugged his shoulders, an unforgiving expression, and faintly parted his face: “Every time you meet a fresh girl, it’s like first love, I’ve long since become numb.”

Edward depressed exhaled a foul breath, thinking back on his own behavior towards the girl he was interested in, it seems to be true.

In silence, the elevator reached the top floor. The two men exited the elevator one after the other and went straight into a presidential suite.

Edward touched his jaw, which still hurt a little, and paced in front of the window, looking at the sea of lights, with a pensive look on his face.

Miller is right, but not all right. He liked beauty, and he liked to pursue it, but Lindsey was the first girl that he wanted to have completely. He’d even thought about marrying her and having a bunch of cute kids.

“What do you think of this partnership.” Miller poured two glasses of wine and paced slowly to stand next to him, “I’ve got the clubhouse side taken care of, Bruce is so mean.”

“The script is not very good, no matter which way you look at it, this film has little chance of winning an award.” Edward took a sip of the wine in his hand and added: “I can tell you for sure that I’m serious about Lindsey.”

The corners of Miller’s mouth twitched, wondering why he was still stuck on the issue.

All knew that he had no chance of compete with Bruce.

Not to mention that The Grant family basically acquiesced to Lindsey’s identity, on her own outstanding conditions, no matter where she is, will always become the focus of men’s attention.

After a moment of silence, Edward’s face sank and he said lightly, “Bruce does care about Lindsey, and I want him to know that Lindsey deserves better!”

Miller’s hand shakes as he holds his glass, and his handsome face flashes a touch of sadness. he doesn’t care if Edward can chase Lindsey, but one thing is for sure, Bruce will let him die a very ugly death.

The night is getting darker and deeper in the glittering neon, a black Volvo with smooth lines is driving smoothly into a family home in the old city.

Lindsey looked through the window, puzzled at the slightly dilapidated neighborhood outside the window, more and more guessed Bruce took her intention.

The car entered the neighborhood, turned left and right, and stopped in front of a very old-looking two-story building. Bruce held her hand tightly, and his laughing voice rang out: “We’re here.”

“Well …” Lindsey responded unconsciously and pushed the door down.

The two of them stopped in front of the main door of the small building, and no one made a sound.

The public facilities in the neighborhood are a bit old, and the yellowish light from the streetlights gently spills over their shoulders, imprinting their blurred shadows on the ground.

In the silence, Bruce opened his mouth lightly, and his magnetic voice was full of lingering nostalgia: “I lived here for 17 years, and after my grandmother passed away, I was arranged by my grandfather to go to military school.”

Lindsey inclined her head and quietly took his slightly cold hand, her gaze filled with heartache.

“This used to be the family home, and then a lot of people moved to new places, and some stayed.” Bruce held it back and tenderly put her hand to his lips, kissing it delicately, “Harvey’s grandfather was somewhat famous in politics, but unfortunately his father liked to do business, so he always looked down on me.”

“Does anyone else live here now.” Lindsey pursed her lips and looked around casually, “I haven’t seen many lights on.”NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“Not many people live here anymore, the house is the army, not counting those who moved out, some of the rank is not enough to return the house.” Bruce smiled and let out a deep breath, “Come on, I’ll show you inside.”

Lindsey gave him a smile back and nodded gently, “Okay.”

There were two steps in front of the small building, with a ramp in the middle that looked like it had been added to make it easier to push the bikes up and down.

Bruce adjusted the speed of his wheelchair, greeted Lindsey and backed up a distance, and then sprinted up in one breath.

The key was taken out and the door opened. The unheated living room was as cold as an ice cellar, and a faint musty smell instantly came to the surface.