The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

By 5pm the sun had set over the mountains and the sky was tinted a dazzling orange by the setting sun.

Lindsey woke up from her nap, opened her eyes to see Bruce’s magnified handsome face and instinctively slapped him.

The expected sound didn’t come, and her wrist was unexpectedly grabbed.

Lindsey’s eyes were bright and clear as she rolled over and kicked him in the face.

Bruce couldn’t dodge it and his thigh was instantly tingling with pain when she kicked him, his handsome face brushed with misery and he flopped to his knees.

Lindsey didn’t take kindly to his bitter tactics, so she got up, scratched her hair, grabbed her dressing gown from the couch and walked past him to the bathroom.

When she came out and saw him still lying on the edge of the bed, she raised an eyebrow and teased him in mock concern, “Good brother, your leg is broken.”

Bruce braced himself on his hands, the pain so intense that his forehead was covered in beads of sweat.

Lindsey waited for a moment without hearing a word from him, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Bruce, are you all right.”

“Yes …” Bruce responded weakly, his head lolling and he fainted instantly.

“No …,” Lindsey took one look at him and saw that he had really fainted and scrambled to help him to lie down on his own bed.

Moving to back down his trousers, Lindsey felt doubly guilty when she noticed that bruises had started to appear where she had kicked him.

After getting a bruise cream and putting his trousers back on, Lindsey relented and curled her thumb to pinch his midsection.

A few moments later Bruce opened his eyes and let out a long breath, a flash of sadness flickering from his inky eyes.

“Go back to your yard if you have nothing to do, and leave me alone.” Lindsey backed away some distance, trying not to meet his eyes. “I’ve got dinner tonight, eat on your own.”

“Lindsey …,” Bruce exclaimed in pain as he tried to move his leg. “I can’t seem to move my leg.”

“What did you say!?” Lindsey was in disarray and hurried over to the bed and leaned over to hold his leg down. “Don’t scare me.”

“It’s a lost cause …,” Bruce took in her worried look, his lips curving imperceptibly at the corners. “What’s going to happen now.”

“Give me your hand.” Lindsey was bluffed by him, and her face faltered for a few moments as she extended three fingers to check his pulse.

The pulse was a little unsteady, but it wouldn’t affect his leg.

After withdrawing her hand and making him lie flat, Lindsey grabbed his leg and pressed it hard a few times, asking again. “How does it feel.”

“Not too good.” Bruce faked it like it was. “There’s no pain whatsoever.”

Lindsey held it down for a while longer, just as a phone call came in, so she turned and walked to the window to answer it.

The call was from Edward and as soon as he got through he asked when she would be arriving.

Lindsey raised her hand to look at her watch, her eyes fell unconsciously on Bruce and she said, “I’ll probably be a bit late, I’ve got things to do here.”

Edward didn’t say anything and hung up the phone with a few words of advice.

Lindsey returned to the bedside, then pressed Bruce’s leg a few times and spoke calmly, “I’ll have Hector come and take you back later, rest first and see if you get better, I’ll check your pulse later.”

Bruce knew he couldn’t stop her, so he nodded helplessly.

Lindsey’s voice became softer when she saw how obedient he was, and she picked up her bag and left the room.

Bruce waited for her to leave and wanted to get up, but he was worried that she would come back to kill him, so he just lay on her pillow.

When Lindsey arrived at the restaurant, her colleagues were already eating, so she apologised and sat down beside Edward.

As soon as she sat down, the atmosphere was much warmer and more reluctant.

From the beginning of the project, to raising enough funds, and with the first phase of the event just around the corner, Lindsey dropped the ball at this point in time.

Halfway through the meal, someone suggested a toast.

Lindsey smiled, exchanged glances with Edward and stood up with her glass in a silent agreement.

Clearing her throat, Lindsey said loudly, “Brothers and sisters, we owe it all to you to help us build something from scratch, so Lindsey would like to propose a toast to you all.”

“No matter how much your identity has changed, in our hearts you are Lindsey, the one and only Lindsey,” Edward said calmly, tilting his head and draining his glass in one gulp.

The others echoed his words and drained theirs.

After three glasses in a row and sitting down, Lindsey’s face quickly took on a light pink tint as she sat with a smile on her face.

Edward was lost in thought as he watched her, thoughts of madness rushing through his mind, but as soon as he met her trusting gaze, all the mental constructs collapsed.

At the end of the meal, Lindsey had a call on her mobile and had to get up and go to the back room to answer it.

On the other end, Bruce’s voice was muffled. “What time do you think you’ll be back?”

“Just starting to eat, what do you want?” A hint of displeasure rose to Lindsey’s brow. “Did you become one of your The Grant family, you don’t even have freedom of movement anymore.”

“I can’t stand up.” Bruce’s voice was faint, sounding devoid of emotion. “A bit anxious, not trying to control you.”

Lindsey was stunned, her tone uncomfortably tense. “Another hour, I think, so don’t move around until I get back to it.”

Bruce replied with unusual crispness. “Okay.”

Lindsey listened to the beeping in her ears, shrugged and turned her head back to the dining room.

The Grant family’s old mansion, the side yard.

Bruce hung up the phone and rested his legs easily on the coffee table, his eyes indifferent as he looked across at Aurora.

The atmosphere in the living room was oppressive and inexplicable, and Aurora made him look as if he had a thorn in her back, her hands subconsciously twisted together, her face, with its delicate make-up, looking slightly distorted.

After a few moments, the silence was broken by a rustle of movement.

Bruce picked up the newspapers in his hand and spread them one by one to her eyes, teasingly curling his lips. “Quite a wide range of connections, the new director of China Star knows you well?”

“What the hell are you trying to say.” Aurora was irritated by his cold look. “People have tempers, don’t you push too hard, don’t think everyone has to kneel to your The Grant family.”

“Tsk …,” Bruce snorted lightly, shaking his leg with little image, and laughed. “Did you feel particularly accomplished when you set me up in the first place.”

Aurora looked away from her face with difficulty as she was stepped on a sore spot. “So what if I did.”

Bruce was instantly furious, grabbing the newspaper in his hand and smashing it over, “Bastard!”

Aurora stared at him with wide, indignant eyes, her face white with anger and her breathing ragged. “What, do you feel sorry for your sister? That’s right, what I can’t have, she can’t have.”

The provocative look reignited Bruce’s intense hatred.

He lifted his head, his ink-like starry eyes instantly cold, growing colder and colder as the tyranny crept up. “Very well, I guess Old Mr. Palvin isn’t sick enough, I’ll have to give him some extra medicine for that.”

Aurora bluffed and met his gaze, twisting her hands together, unconsciously clenching them into fists.

Bruce finished with a cold, soft snort and got up to leave the living room.

Aurora sat frozen in the living room, fear spreading like wildfire.

She had always been a proud woman, but now she was like a prisoner awaiting trial, waiting in fear for the final outcome.

Humiliation, resentment, anger, and an indelible hatred roared in her chest.

She, Aurora, had never been so embarrassed and awkward.

In the midst of her anxiety, a servant came in to inform her that Lindsey had returned and asked if she wanted to see her.

“Please take me there.” With difficulty Aurora suppressed her anger and rose gracefully.

The courtyard where Lindsey lived was right next to the side yard where Bruce lived, and the discovery of this fact brought a renewed tide of hatred to Aurora’s heart.

Only half a month ago, she had lived in the same century-old house, yet it was the most isolated courtyard in the entire courtyard, bordered by logistics.

It was clear to see who was close and who was not.

In the short distance, Aurora had thought a lot, and the moment she lifted her foot into Lindsey’s courtyard, the expression on her face had returned to its former noble demeanour.

When she followed the maid into the living room, she didn’t see Lindsey there, so Aurora didn’t ask, but sat down with a proper demeanour.

The maid brought her tea, gave her a slight nod and withdrew.

Aurora looked around the room and the anger she had purposely suppressed nearly came out again.

The courtyard was as sophisticated as Bruce’s, and it was obvious that it had been decorated for Lindsey on purpose.

The heart inevitably ached, then grew a little numb, a little cold and hard as iron.

As long as her grandfather lived, she would not easily dissolve a marriage that did not exist, no matter how many years or eight.

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Even if The Grant family didn’t have to look at anyone, they wouldn’t allow the next head of the family to marry a woman with a reputation as a mistress.

So, she’s the one who’s in the clear!

Lindsey, on the other hand, is nothing more than a pet of The Grant family, no matter how much she’s loved, she’s still not worthy of the limelight.

While she was lost in thought, there were faint footsteps in the hallway at the other end of the living room.

Aurora straightened herself with a polished smile on her face, picked up her cup of tea and took a sip from it.

“Miss Aurora is here in force, what can I do for you.” Lindsey, dressed in a simple nightgown, towel in hand, wiping her hair along the way, sat down opposite her without heat or cold.

Aurora raised her eyes and looked at her with a leathery smile. “Don’t forget who’s his wife! I wonder if it was as natural for you to get into my husband’s bed.”

Lindsey sulked, but did not show it, instead meeting her gaze with a faint smile. “Miss Aurora has a very thick skin. Don’t forget, the young lady of The Grant family has never been you, but me.”

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

After a while Lindsey raised an eyebrow and added, “I thought you were here to apologise for the news story today, but I’m not.”

Aurora’s face changed and returned to normal in an instant. “I’m not going to lie, I did come to apologise. But I don’t think the story was wrong, and the reason for the apology is just to give you a piece of my mind for Grandpa’s sake.”

“Well …,” Lindsey said with a wry smile. “I also think it’s good to have media scrutiny, but some people seem to forget that the initiative in the game is never in the hands of the strongest.”

“What do you mean!” Aurora mocked contemptuously, “Know what it means to be a dog in the fight.”

“Tsk …” Lindsey laughed again, looking with sympathy at Aurora who was never able to tell the difference, and deliberately said, “Miss Aurora’s mouth seems a little unclean. ”

“There’s no need to be so-called civil when talking to a bitch like you.” Aurora said, rising unhappily. “I have apologised, excuse me.”

Lindsey didn’t move, didn’t even lift an eyelid until she was about to walk out of the living room when she spoke slowly, “If I told Grandpa that I wouldn’t accept an apology, who do you think he would favour.”