The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

The music on the other end of the line was so loud that he had to “hello” several times before he heard the other side say, “Burton, it’s Selena.”

“Selena, calling me in the middle of the night, that’s interesting.” Burton smiled and opened the door, “What can I do for you?”

“Can’t I see Burton if I don’t have anything to do?” Selena snorted and ended the call sharply.

Turning off the deafening music in the booth, she looked across at Aurora in frustration, “Fang’s putting on a show.”

“Then let him keep posing, our plan will go on without him.” Aurora tilted her head and took a sip of wine, a sneer of contempt rising to her red lips.

Raggedy! No wonder Old Mr. Grant hadn’t thought much of the boy since he was a boy. He’d better go to bed while he still had the intelligence to compete with Bruce.

That day at the Gourmand, Lindsey’s manner and manner of speaking was like a 10-step earthquake. She had always thought that a wild girl who came from the mountains would never be able to get rid of the smell of mud.

But Lindsey was not at all timid, she was calm and open, not overbearing, and even her teachers praised her and complimented her on everything.

It is clear that The Grant family did not agree to Bruce’s relationship with her simply because he was an invalid.

Even if Bruce is never able to stand up, she believes that Lindsey has the knowledge and the temperament to take charge of The Grant family. If she had a son or daughter in the future by medical means, who would disobey her?

She is not willing to be outdone by such a girl. She is a girl of noble birth and education, how can she not be seen by others!

–She was of noble birth and no less learned.

As June progresses, the weather gets hotter and Lindsey gets busier.

The exchange programme organised by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of Culture, in conjunction with the Ministry of Culture of F, has started and she spends most of her days visiting historical sites and museums.

After a busy day, she had to continue her speaking lessons at night, wishing she had more time to sleep comfortably. Her bed-sickness was not something she was aware of during these busy days.

The night she moved into the school’s dormitory, she miraculously didn’t lose any sleep and slept soundly. The first thing she did when she woke up in the morning was to tweet Bruce, excitedly telling him the news.

Bruce’s reply was quick, carnal and erotic. “I was up all night thinking about you last night, when are you going to make up for it.”

Lindsey didn’t bother to reply to him and got out of bed to wash up before immediately changing into her volunteer outfit and heading downstairs to the canteen for breakfast.

Today was the penultimate day of the entire exchange programme, and the first day of the exchange programme with the Academy, so she didn’t dare to be careless.

After breakfast, Lindsey met up with Paul and Abby and got down to business.

The group arrived at the Academy just after 9am and were treated to speeches by the school director and the officials accompanying the group, followed by a tour of the school’s art gallery.

Lindsey stole a moment to take a selfie outside the gallery and send it to Bruce, but before she could slip back in, she was stopped.

She was stopped by a girl of a similar age, dressed in a linen fabric with cotton flowers, rhinestones and calfskin embroidery, a new summer dress from CHANEL Haute Couture, which added a touch of coolness to her haughty demeanour.

Lindsey raised her hand to check the time and looked at her in disbelief, “What do you want from me, this student?”

“Miss Lindsey wouldn’t mind taking a step to talk.” Jesse lifted the corners of his lips slightly, revealing his eight white, straight teeth, “I hear you know my fiancé well.”

Fiancé? Lindsey caught the key word in her sentence and looked at her with a little more suspicion.

“Like I’m unwelcome?” Jesse raised an eyebrow and walked gracefully down the steps, “Or are you just being vain.”

Vain? She didn’t even know who she was, so what was the point of being vain, Lindsey saw her go and didn’t bother, instead turning around and heading into the gallery.

It was not a good idea to bail on the way to the event, although her presence was not necessary with the school leaders accompanying the exchange group. After a tour of the best work from previous students, the group made their way to the general exhibition and stopped to discuss it.

Lindsey, Paul and Abby had worked for a month to set up this area, so the views of the group were of particular interest.

The majority of the works were traditional H brush paintings and calligraphy. The members of the group did not make any comments, but were interested in picking up the brushes that were on the table and studying them carefully.

Lindsey stood at the back of the group and listened to the interpreter introduce the various tools for painting and writing to the group members one by one. Lindsey smiled with relief as she demonstrated the tools and drew a round of applause.

Her efforts had not been in vain.

The visit lasted until noon and lunch was served directly in the canteen, after which we went to the multi-purpose classroom for a free exchange between the young people of the two countries, where Lindsey was just about to duck out for some fresh air when she was called by Professor Lee’s assistant.

“Lindsey, come up here.” Assistant Chen smiled and waved at her. “Professor Lee wants you to improvise a piece of writing to give to the head of the exchange group as a gift.”

Under such circumstances, Lindsey naturally did not dare to resist. As she walked up to Professor Lee, she greeted him politely and wrote: “Folding a flower and sending it to the postman. There is nothing in the south of the river, I would like to give you a gift of spring.

“There is progress, this is a little better than the one you gave to my old friend.” Professor Lee looked at her approvingly. “It seems that this writing, still needs more practice.”

Lindsey smiled modestly. “Professor Lee is right, Lindsey will practice more in the future.”

Professor Lee laughed brightly and frowned slightly as his eyes fell on Edward, who had appeared at some point. It was only a moment before he resumed his normal routine and continued to teach the members of the exchange group about the subtleties of Chinese calligraphy.

Lindsey also noticed Edward, including the girl beside him, who had stopped her outside the gallery earlier.

It turned out that this was Edward’s fiancée, a perfect match. Having reached her conclusion, Lindsey’s attention returned to the exchange and listened carefully to Professor Lee’s speech.

Considering that the members of the exchange group needed a break in the afternoon, the event ended after an hour or so.

Lindsey followed the flow of people to get the group to their cars and turned around to meet Edward again.

“Edward,” she greeted with a smile, not seeing the girl from earlier in the day there and unable to resist teasing. “When did you get engaged, and you didn’t give any notice.”

“It’s not set in stone yet.” Edward asked, looking at her with a puzzled expression. “Did Jesse just look for you.”

Lindsey shook her head. “Met him outside the art gallery.”

Edward didn’t believe it. “She didn’t go looking for you on her own accord?”

Lindsey frowned in displeasure. “Don’t tell me you left a bunch of school leaders behind to come and confirm that with me over something so trivial.”

Edward didn’t say yes or no, looked at her lightly for a moment, turned his head and walked away.

Lindsey looked at his back breathlessly and curled her lips in self-mockery, wishing that Miss Jesse had left the beauty school by now.

Back in the student residence building, Lindsey took a nap and continued to follow up on her activities in the afternoon. She was busy until the evening, when she had the chance to join Bruce for dinner.

She had been so busy that she hadn’t been able to eat on time, and her stomach had been a little upset, so she hadn’t eaten too much before she put her chopsticks away.

“You’re haggard, what do you think you’re doing?” Bruce gave her a bowl of soup and blew it carefully to cool it before pushing it over, “Take your time, it’ll help your stomach.”

Lindsey took a sip of the soup and asked casually, “Why did you change your wheelchair today?”

“This one with the control handle is more fun.” Bruce grinned. “Want to try it.”

Lindsey thought for a moment and decisively refused. “I’m exhausted and the event isn’t over for a few days. Tomorrow night, there’s an event at a magazine to go to.”

“What event, I’ll go with you.” Bruce raised his hand and rubbed the top of her head dotingly, “Now that you mention it, I remember there’s an invitation left in the office.”

“I think it was the Style Artist Awards.” Lindsey shrugged her shoulders. “I can’t figure that out either.”

Bruce was dumbfounded. “How come Edward didn’t lose his ass when he signed you like that.”

Lindsey threw him a big blank stare and continued to drink her soup with her head down.

Before she went to bed for the night, she deliberately flipped out the text message from Edward and looked at it carefully. Finding out that it was really the Style Artist Awards, she felt that her memory hadn’t regressed.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

The day turned and it was a non-stop rush again. By the end of the afternoon networking event, Lindsey immediately got into the car driven by Cary and rushed to meet Bruce at the styling agency.

She had planned to attend the event with Edward, but remembering the girl from yesterday, she immediately called Bruce and asked him to go with her no matter what.

When she arrived at the styling agency, Lindsey was led upstairs to the VIP room as soon as she got out of the car. Pushing the door in, Bruce was already changed into his formal wear and looked over with a clear smile.

“The colour of the dress goes well with you.” Lindsey complimented, slightly exhausted, and walked over to hug him. “But I’m so tired, I don’t want to go at all.”

“If you don’t want to go, why don’t we go somewhere more interesting.” Bruce suggested with gusto. “How about going to the mountains to see the moon.”

“That’s not fun.” Lindsey let go of him and looked at herself in the mirror with a downcast look. “I feel like I’ve aged.”

“Nonsense.” Bruce lowered his head and kissed her bare forehead tenderly. “You’ll always be the youngest in my heart.”

Lindsey’s immunity gradually increased as she heard more mealy-mouthed words. Flattening her mouth and looking through the mirror to see the stylist pick out her dress, she whirled around and resigned herself to taking it to the dressing room.

The dress this time, was a lace gown from TadashiShoji’s new summer collection. The fairy-like printed lace made Lindsey’s clean and dust-free face look even more beautiful.

The make-up was light, as usual, but the stylist gave Lindsey a vintage look.

With everything in place, Bruce approached Lindsey with a loving gaze and extended his hand as a gentleman. “It’s an honour to be your date tonight.”

Lindsey made a playful face at him and placed her hand in his palm.

Arriving at the hotel where the awards ceremony was being held, the two men tried to go through the emergency exit, but were stopped on the red carpet, and the person who walked down the aisle with them was Aurora.