The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey’s spine stiffened and her resistance increased slightly, and her pretty face turned scarlet.

Bruce laughed lowly in a dumb voice and abruptly withdrew his hand: “What do you think in your head all day long, so unhealthy.”

“You’re the one who’s unhealthy.” Lindsey pouted and quickly got out of his arms, sitting back on the couch with a hot body.

The movie is not going to be watched, Lindsey, who is full of juvenile thoughts, sulked until the end of the movie and refused to stay alone with him.

The phone in the living room suddenly rang at about 5:00 p. m. Bruce picked it up and his face turned white instantly. lindsey looked at him nervously and felt a little uneasy.

“Lindsey …” Bruce snapped on the microphone, his handsome face instantly became gloomy, obviously deliberately suppressing some kind of emotion: “Come with me to the hospital.”

“Well …” Lindsey responded, got up and went to get her coat and put it on: “Is grandpa something wrong with him.”

“After the meeting, Grandpa fainted.” Bruce tried to put on a calm appearance, but the words do not feel the slightest temperature: “has been sent to the General Hospital.”

Lindsey’s dressing movement was a moment, instantly into the ice.

Old Mr. Grant had a relapse this time, and only let himself administer the needle, and now she is to blame for this!

For the first time, they didn’t say anything in the car, and Bruce didn’t even try to reassure her.

Lindsey leaned back in the seat, her hands were sticky and sweaty.

Lindsey kept building her heart, but as soon as she got out of the car, she was stopped by Jack under the hospital wing.

Bruce was worried about Old Mr. Grant’s safety and took a moment to hold Lindsey’s hand and solemnly instructed, “I’ll go up first, so hurry up, in case Grandpa wakes up and doesn’t see you, he’ll be very sad.”

Lindsey nodded at him as if relieved, and silently followed Jack out of the canopy under the hospital wing.

Jack always had a taut face, not saying a word and watching Bruce enter the elevator before his icy gaze fell on Lindsey’s face, his eyes filled with anger.

“Jack, do you have something to say?” Lindsey looked at him suspiciously, “I have to go up to see Old Mr. Grant.”

“Sorry, it’s better for you not to go up at this time.” Jack’s face was cold and his expression was cold as he stared at her: “Also, please cooperate with the investigation.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, several plainclothes CID special police officers came forward and invited Lindsey to the car without any reason.

Lindsey did not dare to look back at Jack, the palm-sized face instantly faded out of blood.

The Security Division takes this case very seriously, Lindsey was taken away and was soon arranged to make a statement. During the period, no phone calls, even to go to the toilet are followed.

Lindsey crumpled helplessly in a chair, her spirit broken. When it was almost midnight, Charlotte pushed in with a sad face and sat down silently.

“Miss Charlotte, how is Old Mr. Grant doing.” Lindsey did not drink a drop of water for more than ten hours and looked at Charlotte with dry and cracked lips: “Or, do you also suspect me of bad motives?”

“I’m sorry, you were the only one who touched Grandpa during the time he was sick.” Charlotte gritted her teeth, her face was no longer as relaxed and easy-going as it used to be: “It’s about grandpa’s safety, we can’t help but be suspicious.”

“Oh …” Lindsey stared steadily into her eyes for a few seconds and laughed under her breath, “To put it bluntly, I was always an outsider, right?”

“It’s not just you who are under investigation, Bruce, Jack, and all the drivers and maids in the Royal Garden villa.” Charlotte looked at her with mixed emotions, “I hope you can understand, after all, Grandpa’s status is different.”

Lindsey let out a cold snort from her nose in contempt and looked away from her.

Whether it was a difference in status or bad blood between members of The Grant family, none of that mattered to her.

She just wanted to know if Bruce felt the same way, or if he was sure he had done it.

The air was silent, and the atmosphere in the small interrogation room was cramped.

Charlotte sat for about half an hour, chilled and silent and got up to leave.

Lindsey shrugged indifferently and closed her eyes to sleep. In a daze, the door was pushed open again, this time by Aidan and Laura.

“Hello, Mr. Grant, hello, ma’am.” Lindsey lifted her eyes and greeted without condescension, “I wonder what you two want to know.”

“To leave B City.” Aidan’s face was very ugly, emitting a powerful aura of palpitations, staring at Lindsey’s eyes for a moment: “The flight has been booked, your luggage left at Grant Residence is also packed out, don’t say anything to anyone about this.”

Lindsey met his gaze without fear and smiled lightly: “Is that all?”

“Lindsey, it’s Bruce’s idea.” Laura interjected at the right time, “He doesn’t want to see you.”

“Okay.” Lindsey still had a smile on her face, but her chest was sore and swollen, and she almost couldn’t control the tears.

What did Bruce mean? The man who said he liked him this morning had flipped out after only a short while.

The team came out of the interrogation room and went downstairs. Lindsey was immediately escorted to the car by two special police officers and headed straight for the airport.

The glittering neon lights gradually went away, getting further and further away, Lindsey’s strength seemed to be drained away, staring dully at the familiar scenery that kept receding.

The heart is a little empty, and other mixed emotions.

The idea of getting rid of The Grant family was always there, but I just didn’t think it would be in this case, being swept out like garbage.

It was so cool, and she had only seen it in her life.

Although the process was not quite what she had expected, it was a different path. However, the heart is like an empty piece, can not help but think about Bruce.

Apart from his three brothers and grandfather, he was the best person for himself.

–He was the best person for me.

In the waiting area outside the surgery room of the inpatient department of B City General Hospital.

Charlotte kept pacing her feet, her pretty face was gloomy.

Bruce went upstairs, got into a verbal argument with Burton at the entrance of the fire stairs, followed by striking, and finally planted himself down the fire ladder with his wheelchair, and is still being resuscitated.

“Missy.” Cary walked up to her with hurried steps and whispered in a low voice: “The stuff is not found, I suspect …”

“Speak over here.” Charlotte glanced at Burton, who had purposely come over to wait, and turned to leave the waiting area.

Cary lifted his foot to follow and joined her in the stairwell of the fire escape, darting out the contents of Bruce’s noon call.

“You mean …” Charlotte’s blood froze instantly: “Is there any proof of that.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Not yet, the people I sent there weren’t able to find the recording, but they found something.” Cary plunged his hand into his pocket, took out a flash drive and handed it to her: “Everything that happened today, intuitively, is connected to Burton.”

“Keep looking.” Charlotte knitted her eyebrows, her eyes surging with bloodthirsty fierce light, calmly looked out the window: “I will take the initiative to contact the surname Tina, you remember to keep the other things confidential.”

After saying that, as if remembering something, suddenly asked: “Where is Lindsey, she is still in the Security Division, we must pick her up, you inform Carl to do this, I will give a call to Mack.”