The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Aurora paused in her steps, the calmness she had tried to build up all night instantly disintegrating: “You’re threatening me? Are you even worthy of that?”

“Don’t make it sound so serious, what’s a threat or not.” Lindsey laughed out loud in a happy mood, casually picked up an apple from the fruit plate and took a bite, then raised his arm and the apple flew out of his hand with surprising force into the tea room.

There was a muffled “poof” followed by the slight “click” of the wheelchair as it glided along.

Lindsey looked up at the oncoming Bruce with her arms folded over her chest and raised an eyebrow, “Good brother, there’s a dog in the house.”

“I heard that.” Bruce was depressed, he had hidden himself well and disguised himself well, but Lindsey had found out.

Aurora stared at Bruce in disbelief, and in the next instant, suddenly lost her head in a tirade of abuse. “Shame on you, man and woman, for meeting in private in front of me!”

Lindsey couldn’t help but shake her head at the words, “Is this The Palvin family’s daughter’s brains eating her or her dogs?

A private meeting in front of her? Where did she get the nerve to say that?

After all, there are not many old men left, and one is one less.

Otherwise, she would not have put up with her three years ago.

I thought that after three years, her head would be clearer, but it wasn’t.

Besides, hadn’t she noticed that there was someone else in the tea room besides Bruce? The daughter of The Palvin family, she was so foul-mouthed.

“This is my house, Lindsey is my sister, and you are nothing.” Bruce’s voice was cold and frightening. “Don’t give me that bravado out there, get out of here!”

As the words left her mouth, Charlotte, assisted by Mack, walked slowly out of the tea room, looking at Aurora with an extraordinarily meaningful gaze.

Aurora’s mouth twitched a few times as she saw Old Mr. Grant’s guard, stepping out from behind the screen, nodding coolly at the crowd and striding out of the drawing room.

The wind that blew through her as she staggered past caused Aurora to go into a trance: what had she just said!

The disorientated look on her face was comical in Lindsey’s eyes, but also a little more ridiculous.

Clearing her throat, she spoke gently, “Please return, Miss Aurora, and do remember that I have not forgiven you, that’s all.”

Aurora didn’t have the energy to argue with her at this point, so she turned around, her legs like lead, and took a step.

As soon as she was gone, Lindsey turned her attention to Bruce and ordered coldly. “Go back to the treatment room, I’ll examine you and give you a push-up in the meantime.”

“Okay.” Bruce responded with a thick smile under his eyes and a light voice, turning his head to Charlotte, “Sis, you and your brother-in-law should go and rest early too, my injury will be fine with Lindsey around.”

Charlotte turned her head to look at her nervous-looking husband and smiled serenely. “Good, about the news report, Cary has already hired the most famous PR firm to handle it. lindsey you relax.”

“Thanks sis.” Lindsey winked at her and got up to go over and take her arm, not letting go until she was in the parking shed.

“Is there something you want to say to me.” Charlotte deliberately lowered her voice when she saw that her brother hadn’t followed her. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him.”

Lindsey smiled at her comment and leaned over, whispering quickly against her ear.

“Stay in peace, Grandpa has his reasons for the arrangement, and as for Aurora, let her get on with her madness.” Charlotte laughed and patted her on the shoulder, turning her head and slowly getting into the car with Mack’s help.

Lindsey watched the car leave the front door before returning to Bruce’s side of the house in a happy mood.

She knew what Old Mr. Grant had meant by this arrangement, but she felt a little uncomfortable.

On the day of the wedding, Old Mr. Grant’s message had been clear.

No matter what her status was, she would still be Bruce’s wife in the end.

If the Palvin family had been sensible enough to take the initiative and say that the marriage was not going to work, it would have made everyone look good.

After all, we are all in the same circle, so it would have been ugly and unseemly to turn the other cheek.

When they entered the room, Bruce was already in the treatment room, lying on his back on the treatment bed while the two nurses were sorting out the various treatment equipment.

Lindsey looked around lightly and gestured for them to go back to rest, then closed the door behind them and opened the soundproof curtain.

Bruce’s back was turned to her, and he was constantly hearing odd noises in his ears, which made him secretly happy but also very worried.

He went to the trouble of calling both Charlotte and her husband to help him, just to make sure he couldn’t really stand up, but even so he felt weak.

Lindsey was too smart not to see through his own tricks, and the memory of her last torment made Bruce instantly nervous.

As he was lost in thought, Lindsey suddenly came into view and unceremoniously tied his hands to the head of the bed.

“Lindsey …,” Bruce looked up at her with a slightly innocent look on his face. “Will it hurt.”

“It probably will.” Lindsey was noncommittal and moved to tie his hands in place, followed by the ropes to secure his legs as well.

“Do you want to apply needles or massage.” Bruce had a vague idea of what she was trying to do, but his face continued to feign ignorance. “Should I call the nurse to help.”

“You tell me.” Lindsey withdrew her hand, covered her mouth and belched, slowly and deliberately moved a stool and sat leisurely beside him. “You know what happens when you lie.”

“Uh …” Bruce sweatdropped, his eyes falling to the rope tied around his wrists, his eyes flickering with calculation.

Lindsey saw that he had nothing to say, and the anger she had deliberately suppressed came bubbling up. “Bruce, you brought this on yourself. How dare you lie to me and make me worry.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, the cold ruler landed heavily on his back.

For real … Bruce kept his mouth shut and his ears filled with the sound of skin being slapped together. He turned his neck with difficulty and found that the soundproof curtain was down, and his brow furrowed into a deep frown.

Lindsey beat him for a while, then dropped the ruler and got up to remove all his clothes, gently placing her soft hands on the back of his neck.

Bruce’s heart fluttered as he heard her say, “Carotid sinus, press down on both sides at the same time for about ten seconds until the person is faint que.”

Her hands were cool, cold, and her deft five fingers tapped his neck slowly, and her eerie, chilling laugh sounded again. “A little longer and it will lead to death, do you want to try it.”

Bruce knew better than she did how deadly this move was, his mouth opened and he pleaded, “Lindsey, I know I’m wrong …”

“Good brother, what’s wrong with you.” Lindsey let out a soft, shallow laugh. “What to do, I never control the force when I hit someone.”

Bruce didn’t move and struggled, however he suddenly noticed that the rope buckle Lindsey tied, the more he struggled the tighter the stranglehold became, definitely like a fake special forces tactic.

Now he didn’t dare move any more, and he lay there honestly, letting Lindsey scold and intimidate him.

He had lied to her, but it wasn’t because he missed her.

Unfortunately, Lindsey didn’t have the time for him, having had a lot of wine with dinner and having made Aurora angry when she returned, she was feeling more and more sleepy.

After checking the room thermometer, she yawned widely and turned to open the door.

Bruce panicked and couldn’t resist calling out to her. “You’re not just going to leave me like that.”

“Yeah, good night, my good brother.” Lindsey hiccuped and dodged out with a grin.

“With a bang, the door to the room was vigorously closed behind her and the sounds from outside faded out of hearing.

Bruce slumped breathlessly onto the treatment bed, thinking that if he slept like this all night, he would wake up tomorrow with sore bones.

But no one came to check on him, even though he was screaming at the top of his lungs.

Apparently Lindsey had set everything up so that she could take care of him.

Smiling bitterly, Bruce closed his eyes in disbelief.

Next door, Lindsey went to her room in a good mood, climbed into bed and fell asleep.

She woke up just in time for dawn, got up, took a shower and changed into her gym clothes to go for a morning walk in the courtyard.

The weather was not good and the sky was grey and it looked like it was going to rain.

After practising for about half an hour, she went to her room, showered and changed into her dry regular clothes, and went through the back door to the next door.

When she unscrewed the door to the treatment room and entered, she found Bruce sleeping soundly and Lindsey’s heart softened.

Releasing his hands and feet, she saw that it was about time to go out and inform Hector to leave the house, get into the car driven by Edward’s assistant and set off for Wind Entertainment.

The fund had been handed over to a team of professionals arranged by Bruce, but activities continued as usual. The fund had been handed over to a team of professionals arranged by Bruce, but activities were continuing as usual, and they were still based at Wind Entertainment, even though the new offices had not been renovated.

By the time Lindsey arrived, the team was fully loaded.

To avoid a repeat of yesterday’s news, none of the media had been invited along for the ride.

Finding Edward in the crowd, Lindsey smiled and patted him on the shoulder, saying, “You look good.”

Edward grinned, showing a mouthful of nice white teeth, and smiled and joked. “So are you ever in love with me.”

“No.” Lindsey replied dryly. “Someone will fall in love with you.”

Edward laughed bitterly and simply changed the subject, asking her what she was planning to do next.

“Not yet, and even if I do in the future, I guess it will be behind the scenes and I won’t be too much in touch with the media.” Lindsey smiles back, only her expression is a little forced. “You choose your own path, you just move on.”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“If you want to be free, I’m always here for you.” Edward’s voice was a little deep. “Even if you don’t love me.”

Lindsey was amused at that. “What’s with the sourness, how tired you are of loving or not loving all the time.”

Edward looked at her like that and let out another long sigh.

A short while later, Karen finished counting all the vehicles and supplies and came over to report back, unable to hide her excitement.

Edward listened and remembered that the new fund manager had not yet met Lindsey, so he led her to the head car and gave her a solemn introduction.

Lindsey greeted her politely and turned back to Karen, who was following her, and hugged her. “It’s a long journey, beautiful, so make sure you come back safe and sound.”

“We’ve been through some scary stuff in Africa, haven’t we?” Karen hugged her back and joked playfully. “Promise to come back safely.”

“Good, I’ll be waiting to throw you a reception.” Lindsey patted her on the shoulder and stepped back slightly reluctantly.

Edward and Karen got into the car one after the other, and the other colleagues lowered their windows and waved goodbye reluctantly.

“I’ll be waiting for you guys to come back!” Lindsey raised her hand to her mouth and circled it in the shape of a trumpet towards the departing motorcade that had already left, shouting, “Safe journey!”

The roar of the car engines drifted away and the rest of the fund management team waited until the convoy was out of sight before turning silently upstairs.

Lindsey sulked back into her car as she watched the people disperse and headed back to the Grant Residence.

As she drove up to the door, she ran into Aurora again.

Lindsey didn’t want to meet her, but she blocked the driveway and wouldn’t let her go.