Seize His Little Wife

“It’s nothing,” Christine White tugged at the corner of her mouth, forcing a smile, “In his mind, Molly Bort and I are different, don’t carry the same weight, and if he really has any idea of getting back together with Molly Bort, we’re divorced for sure. ”

“His Lordship would not approve.”

“I’m not sure if Grandpa would agree, but there is one thing I do know.” Christine White inhaled ruefully and exhaled again, “And that is that if Baird really wants to leave, Grandpa can’t stop it!”

Baird Lane didn’t marry her willingly, because the old man demanded it.

He didn’t resist so as not to disappoint the old man.

But if he really resisted, the old man wouldn’t be able to fight back at all.

“Don’t think too much ma’am, I’m sure mister isn’t like that.” Aunt Lucy comforted her.

Christine White poked at her chopsticks and played with them, “I want to believe him too, but I’m really unsure, I’m insecure.”

Even if Baird Lane only promised her a child last night.

But what if you have a child? You can get a divorce as usual!

“Gee, I don’t know what the hell Mr. thinks.” Aunt Lucy shook her head, mentally blaming Baird Lane.

She had seen how the wife had come through these three years, and how the gentleman had neglected her.

To be honest, if it were not for Mr.’s good qualifications in all aspects, he would not be worthy of Mrs. at all.

What does a woman want in life? It’s a husband who cares for her, like Mr. Forget it, he doesn’t know how to live.

“Ma’am, eat your breakfast first, it’s getting cold, as for Mr. side you don’t need to worry, Master should talk to Mr. and won’t let him have some thoughts he shouldn’t have.” Aunt Lucy picked up the chopsticks and shoved them into Christine White’s hands, urging her to eat quickly.

“Grandpa?” Christine White held a bun in her bowl with a slightly surprised expression, “Grandpa knows about Molly Bort too?”

Aunt Lucy rubbed her nose, “Naaah, I’m the one who told His Lordship last night, and he was pretty pissed off when he found out.”

“So what did Grandpa say?” Christine White stared intently at Aunt Lucy.

“His Lordship didn’t say anything, just that he’d take care of Mister and Molly Bort, and instructed me not to let you know, but I didn’t think you’d suddenly see Molly Bort on the news.”

“I see.” Christine White gathered her thoughts and began to eat.

To be honest, she didn’t think the old man could do anything.

But for now she can only pin her hopes on the old man, and hope that the old man can really keep Baird Lane from entertaining thoughts of getting back together with Molly Bort.

After breakfast, Christine White headed out the door with her bag of papers.

Upon entering the company, she was again greeted by many strange looks, but significantly less compared to yesterday, at least the murmurs were gone.

Christine White still didn’t take any of this to heart and swiped her elevator card up to the top floor and headed for the president’s office.

“President Lane,” she knocked on the door.

Baird Lane’s cool voice rang through the door, “Enter!”

Christine White pushed her way in, “Here’s the bone marrow donor book, I brought it with me.”

She handed him the paper bag with both hands.

Baird Lane put down his pen and took it, removing the donation book inside and turning to the last page, returning to his natural self after an unspoken look crossed his dark pupils when he saw the name she had signed on it.

“The new secretaries have arrived, you’ll go and get to know them later, they’re all elites from the headquarters of The Lane Family Group, they’re nowhere near the three before them, you’ll learn a lot by following them.” Baird Lane said to Christine White as he put the donation book in a drawer.

“I see.” Christine White nodded slightly, “I’ll be heading out then.”

“Not yet.”

“Hmm?” Christine White gathered her feet, “Anything else from President Lane?”

Baird Lane pulled out a flash memory on his computer and handed it to her, “This is Tang’s cooperation information, you’ll send them over later.”

“Send it to Don’s?” Christine White looked at the flash and carefully put it away for fear of losing it.

Baird Lane hmmmed, “Tang took the initiative to approach me for cooperation this time, I read the information they sent, it’s very developmental, and I’ve made some changes in it, tell them that if they think it’s okay, they can meet and discuss it in detail at this time tomorrow.”

“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.” Christine White nodded and turned toward the door.

As soon as she went out, she saw the old man with his old butler, and a few tall bodyguards aggressively walking towards in.

“Grandpa, what are you doing here?” Christine White looked around and saw that there was no one else before calling out the title with relief.

The old man smiled kindly at her, “I came over to see Baird, and here you are …”

He looked at her in this professional outfit and wondered.

Christine White tugged at the hem of her overskirt, straightened her appearance, and returned, “Grandpa, I’m President Lane’s secretary now.”

“Oh? You became that kid’s secretary?” The old man was a bit surprised.

“Yeah.”

“That’s a good feeling, he’s the president and you’re the secretary, that’s like a husband and wife match!” The old man laughed happily.

After the laugh, some disapproval returned to the old face, “But isn’t your name President Lane too rusty, you’re the boy’s wife, call so President Lane.”

“Grandpa, that’s not okay, the company has company rules.” Christine White hurriedly waved her hand.

The old butler also smiled and advised, “Yes Master, this is company, young master and young grandmother have their measure, you which don’t worry about it, just let them be, maybe it’s a kind of love affair when they call each other that.”

“Yes?” The old man snickered, looking over at Christine White.

Christine White blushed in embarrassment and nodded her head twice in a haphazard manner, “Right …”

What is it!This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Where’s the love interest.

In the company, she and Baird Lane are simply the most normal boss and subordinate, and he doesn’t even have her in his eyes, right?

But the old man really believed it, stroking his beard in a good mood, “Yes then, then Christine ah, you still have a job go ahead and get busy, grandpa went in to find Baird Lane that boy to talk about something, and in the evening the three of us, the grandparents and grandchildren, will have a meal together.”

“Okay.” Christine White obediently promised, but in her heart, she was thinking about the purpose of the old man’s sudden killing over.

Couldn’t it be that Aunt Lucy was talking about getting Baird Lane to talk about Molly Bort?

“Grandpa?” Baird Lane heard the office door open without his permission and was about to lash out when he looked up to see that it was Gramps who had entered.

Baird Lane stood up with some surprise, “Why are you over here instead of recuperating at the old mansion?”

The old man’s old face sank, no longer able to see a trace of the kindness he’d shown Christine White when facing her, “I hear that girl from The Bort Family is back?”

Baird Lane blushed slightly, “Who told you that?”

Could it be Christine White?

“Never you mind who told me, you answer me first, yes or no?” The old man sat down in the soft chair that the old butler had pulled out.

Baird Lane sat back down as well and came face to face with the old man, “Yes!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” The old man slammed the armrests of his chair, visibly fuming.

Baird Lane frowned, “It’s not a big enough deal to tell you.”

“Hmph, I think it’s not that it’s not necessary, but you don’t want to tell me, afraid that I won’t let you meet?” The old man looked at him with a sneer.

Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and didn’t answer.

“Looks like I was right, Baird Lane ah Baird Lane, have you been the family member in charge of The Lane Family for a few years and have already disregarded me as an old man, not even listening to my words?” The old man pointed at Baird Lane, his fingers trembling with anger.