The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

When Phoebe and the strange man were about to open the door and enter the bedroom, the surveillance screen suddenly went black.

Lindsey and Charlotte looked at each other, and the next instant the door to the room was slammed open by Mack, who carried Charlotte out without a word.

“Mack you let go of me …” Charlotte’s scream just started, heard a “pop” a crunching sound came.

“Brother-in-law you …” Lindsey wind up looking at the spanked Charlotte, a sentence has not finished, heard Bruce in the downstairs displeased voice: “Lindsey you Come down here.”

“Oh.” Lindsey responded, hurriedly stood up and ran downstairs, forgetting to remember that Phoebe had not torn with Burton in the end.

One hooked up with a man and the other with a woman, and they ran into each other head-on in the same room. These two Christmas Eve, do not have to think will be very exciting.

When I came downstairs, I saw Bruce with a black face, without saying a word, sliding his wheelchair towards the door.

Lindsey looked at Cary and Carl on the couch, and then at Dick, who was looking cool, and felt even more uneasy.

Bruce couldn’t have known anything, could he? Lindsey sweated as she thought about the way Mack had carried Charlotte away, and quickly put her mind to work thinking about what to do.

Back in the car, Bruce’s face is still gloomy. “In the future, you should not associate with big sister.”

“What’s the big deal? You don’t have to.” Lindsey looped her arms and looked at him with a smirk. “I studied medicine, okay? I’ve seen anything.”

Bruce choked her speechless, and his face became more and more ugly.

“You don’t have to be in charge of me.” Lindsey lazily leaned back in her chair and laughed derisively. “Bruce, I bet you’ve never had a girlfriend.”

Bruce frowned and took her silky hand in his own hands, his tone not too good. “Anyway, no more of that.”

Lindsey looked up in surprise, suddenly feeling that she did not know Bruce anymore.

Was he too much in charge of himself?

“I’m an adult, I can tell right from wrong.” Lindsey patted him, tilted her head and winked at him mischievously. “Should I talk to Dr. Hunter about stepping up your training?”

Bruce pursed his lips and fell silent.

After the exams, it was New Year’s Day, and Old Mr. Grant called early in the morning to say that dinner would be served over here, so Lindsey said hello to the maid and went to the study.

Bruce was practicing his calligraphy, and when he saw her enter, a light smile immediately appeared on his lips.

There was a large crowd at dinner; Mr and Mrs Aidan were definitely coming, as were Burton and his parents, and the remaining family of four, presumably the family of his sister-in-law who had settled abroad.

The two cousins, who were slightly younger than Lindsey, were very temperamental and had never given Lindsey a good look since they entered the house, even treating her like a maid and taunting her.

Lindsey didn’t bother with them, no matter how hard they were, they all smiled and pretended to be innocent, and at the end looked at Bruce with an aggrieved face.

After dinner, the family went to the main courtyard to sit in the side room, Lindsey felt bored so she went to the tea room with Charlotte. The two of them just sat down, Hattie and Hertha sisters also followed them.

“No rules.” Hattie snorted in a strange way and sat down next to Charlotte, pouting, “Cousin, when did your taste drop in style.”

“More than downgraded.” Hertha agreed, pushing Lindsey out of the way and pulling Charlotte’s arm affectionately to pamper her: “Good cousin, let’s get this woman of unknown origin out of here.”

Charlotte sulked and was just about to get angry when she heard Lindsey laugh and say, “This is The Grant family, don’t be too nosy.”

“What do you mean!” Hattie’s eyes widened: “How dare you talk to me in that tone of voice?” “Who gave you the nerve.”

“From me!”

Charlotte and Bruce outside the door almost spoke in unison, defending Lindsey in unison: “Apologize!”

Lindsey raised her eyebrows in disbelief and turned back to look at Bruce with winks like silk: “Why don’t you stay with grandpa and come here to join the fun.”

“I’m not sure about you.” Bruce gently hooked his lips and slid his wheelchair to a stop beside her, his face abruptly turned chilly as he stared at the Hattie sisters, “Apologize!”

Charlotte was happy to watch the show and took care of herself with a cup of tea to sip.

These two people don’t come back once in 800 years, and when they do, they give people trouble. Even if the brother does not teach them a lesson, he himself will take a shot at teaching them.

The Grant family’s affairs The Grant family people do not say anything, where they have their turn to point out.

“Cousin! What’s so great about this woman, there are so many beautiful women in B city is not enough for you to pick, how to look at her.” Hattie flattened her mouth in aggravation: “Even Phoebe is better than her.”

“Apologize!” Bruce frowned at the peak of his eyebrows, his forehead streaked with veins: “Don’t make me repeat myself a third time!”

Charlotte was also furious, unable to understand where the two sisters got their superiority complex, and couldn’t help but knock on the coffee table and scolded, “Apologize or get out.”

Seeing the impasse, Lindsey had to persuade against her will, “Forget it, children talk without shame.”

“Who wants you to pretend to be nice.” Hertha let out a cold snort from her nose, “Don’t look in the mirror and see what kind of identity you’re sitting here in.”

“Whatever the status is, it doesn’t seem like it’s your turn to be in charge.” Lindsey sneered and grabbed Bruce’s hand in time to stop him from getting angry.

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“Cary!” Bruce’s face was dark and sullen, and he was in a stern mood: “Throw it out!”

Cary, who came to hear the sound, swept around quickly and replied coolly, “Okay.”

The next moment, the Cai sisters were carried out of the tea room like chickens and thrown onto the sofa in the living room.

The sisters’ cries of abuse soon drew the attention of the elders, and Old Mr. Grant, with a slightly unhappy look on his face, came out from the side room with his hand behind his back and asked in a quiet voice.

Hattie added fuel to the fire, huffing and puffing to tell the story, occasionally giving her sister a wink.

“What my sister said is true.” Hertha also cried, pearly and belittled Lindsey, pleading, “Grandpa, you must do it for us.”