The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce slowly straightened up, raised his hand to glance at the atomic watch on his wrist and instructed Hector in a quiet voice, “Try to start the engine and back down to see if we can get out.”

“We’re not buried, are we.” Lindsey climbed to her feet even then, sighing bitterly in the darkness. “It’s over, I haven’t given you any children yet, Grandpa would be devastated if he knew we were buried.”

Bruce laughed at her inexplicable words and couldn’t resist lowering his voice to a whisper that only two people could hear. “You’re dying to give me monkeys?”

“Nonsense.” Lindsey pinched him and, from the pocket of her combat uniform, fished out a small torch and switched it on.

The light snapped on and everyone fixed their eyes on the fact that the entire car should have been completely buried under the sand, with no way out.

The air in the car was getting thinner and thinner and Lindsey, her chest tightening, asked with a worried look on her face, “What should we do?”

Bruce wrinkled his brow and took a large piece of gauze from his backpack. “Cover your mouth and nose, I’ll put the window down later and try to see if you can climb out.”

Lindsey quickly understood what he was trying to do and wrapped the gauze around him, then wrapped it around herself.

When the car finally started, Bruce replaced Hector and took control of the steering wheel as best he could, backing up and moving forward.

When Hector had finished wrapping the gauze, he struggled to open the window and piles of sand flowed into the car.

Hector struggled to climb up onto the roof of the car against the flow of sand, and only after a long time did he climb back down, saying breathlessly, “The sand layer on top is about two metres, not too thick.”

Bruce’s spirits were lifted at this news and once again he increased the throttle to move forward and back.

The sand in the carriage was getting so thick that it was about to bury him when the roof of the carriage was finally exposed to the sand layer.

With a huge breath of air, Lindsey climbed out after Hector, grabbed a sapper and began to clear the sand from outside the car.

After a long tussle, the car was finally out of the sand pit and the three men sat exhausted on the roof, breathing heavily.

The moon was already slanting in the west, and the silvery glow of the vast desert was endless.

Bruce rested for a while and took out his compass to get his bearings, only to discover that it was completely deactivated.

Losing your bearings in the desert is a terrible thing. Especially after the tornado they had just experienced, they had no idea where they had been taken, by this demonic wind.

After a moment of silence, Bruce twisted his head to look at Lindsey beside him and said heartily, “Tired out, aren’t you?”

“Not tired, as long as I’m not dead that’s a good thing.” Lindsey gave him a reassuring smile back and raised her eyes towards the front. “This can’t be the legendary Devil’s Desert, can it.”

“It very well could be.” Bruce’s heart sank. “Get the sat phone out and see if there’s a signal.”

“Okay.” Lindsey reached down and escaped the phone, handing it to him wearily. “It’s okay if there’s a signal, right.”

“Having a signal only means that we have a better chance of getting out.” Bruce said honestly. “Are you scared?”

“Not with you around I’m not.” Lindsey’s voice was soft with infinite trust. “You never let me down.”

Bruce rubbed the top of her head with a bitter smile, his eyes falling back to the satellite phone.

There was a signal, just not enough to know if the satellite would pick it up.

To ease Lindsey’s fears, he deliberately put on a reassuring face and turned the phone back off. “There’s a signal, let’s take a break and clear the sand out of the car.”

“Good.” Lindsey smiled and stretched tiredly.

There was a lot of sand flowing into the car, and by the time it was cleaned up, it would be light out.

The three of them went back to the car, lapped up some sleep, and then got up and searched the neighbourhood for Warren.

Hector was in charge of one area alone, Bruce and Lindsey were together. After walking away separately, he couldn’t help but smile and ask Lindsey, “You said you’d love to give me monkeys, is that true.”

“False.” Lindsey smiled mischievously. “Thought I was going to die then.”

The brutal weather conditions in the desert had left both of them with dry, cracked lips and tanned skin after only a day’s work.

Bruce stopped and looked at her from above, the smile deepening a little under his eyes.

“Can this device really find Warren.” Lindsey’s cheeks burned slightly as she stared uncomfortably at the detector in her hand, and just as she finished asking, she noticed the red light come on.

“Bruce, look!” Lindsey stared at the flashing red light in surprise, and the next instant, her body shivered uncontrollably. “It’s under the sand.”

“It can’t be Warren’s, you can trust me.” Bruce gave her a heartfelt hug, pulled out the engineer’s shovel from his backpack and began digging along the spot the probe had detected.

“I’ll do it too!” Lindsey dropped the probe in confusion, pulled out her own sapper and dug hard.

A short while later, Hector came running over, straining his face to dig with him.

After an unknown amount of time, the thick layer of sand was dug away, gradually revealing the outline of what appeared to be a human body.

As the sand was dug away, Bruce’s heart sank a little.

After more than three years, he dreaded to think what it would be like if it was Ransom.

Lindsey moved slower and slower, seeing the black skin peeking out from beneath the layer of sand, and met Bruce’s gaze with panic: “It’s probably not Ransom.”

Bruce tugged bitterly at the corners of his lips and reached into his backpack to pull out a brush, slowly sweeping the sand off the body’s face.

Confirming that it was not Ransom, a heart dropped hard, unable to say whether it was disappointed or thankful.

From the way the remains were dressed, they would have been expatriate adventure enthusiasts, and the extent to which the body had air-dried suggested that the death had occurred at least a year ago.

“What to do?” Lindsey stood up with a dry mouth and looked worriedly at the yellow sand everywhere. “Bury them back, or notify command.”

“Notify Command, give me the phone.” Bruce said as he too stood up and patted the sand off his body.

Hector didn’t move, continuing to dig up all the remains and move them aside for cleaning.

A few moments later, he suddenly spoke in surprise. “This man is a foreign mercenary!”

“What do you mean!” Bruce took a few steps over and crouched down, satellite phone in hand, “Let me see.”

Turning the remains over, he looked at them carefully for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face, “It’s indeed a mercenary, could it be that he took some kind of mission and was trapped here to die.”

“No wounds on the body, looks like it should have died of thirst.” Hector rummaged around again and fished out a decaying combat rucksack from beneath the sand. “There may be more of his companions around, we’ll keep looking later.”

“Good.” Bruce nodded and moved to open the combat pack.

The contents were either rotten or baked by the desert heat, making it hard to tell exactly what was inside.

Lindsey watched from the sidelines for a moment, came over and asked, “How about that, can you tell anything.”

Bruce shook his head and left Hector to continue his analysis, picking up the detector and proceeding to look for any bodies that might be there.

Lindsey was not familiar with this area, so she didn’t ask questions and silently accompanied him in his search.

As Hector had expected, they searched around the area and soon found three more bodies. Once they were all cleared out, Bruce took out his satellite phone, tried to get a signal and called the command post.

The signal was probably not strong enough and the call failed to go through several times.

The spectre of death loomed overhead and everyone was feeling the pain.

As the sun rose higher and higher, the group disguised the car and returned to it to rest and refresh themselves.

“Oh no, if I’d known it was so dangerous, I wouldn’t have let you come with me to find Warren.” Lindsey took a sip of water to try and liven things up. “Grandpa must be so mad he can’t resist hanging me up and beating me.”

“I won’t let him beat you.” Bruce hooked his lips and took his binoculars to look out through the camouflage curtain.

Lindsey was about to answer when he heard him let out a low huff. “Hiss …”

Hector heard the movement and instantly leaned over alertly. “What’s the situation?”

“About a kilometre north-west from us, a couple of black dots have appeared with gear that doesn’t look like our own.” Bruce said casually handing over the binoculars. “Take a look.”

Hector took the binoculars, looked at them carefully for a moment and said calmly, “It’s terrorists from a neighbouring country and they appear to be carrying a prisoner.”All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

“A prisoner!” Bruce’s heart skipped a beat and immediately took the binoculars for a serious look.

“Get the sniper rifle ready to fire, Lindsey you stay put and try not to make any noise.” Bruce lowered the binoculars and quickly set the sniper rifle up, aiming calmly.

Lindsey obeyed and crouched down, waiting anxiously.

After an unknown amount of time, there were a few “bang, bang” shots and Bruce and Hector both pushed open the car door at the same time and were gone in a flash.

Lindsey took the gun Bruce had given her before he left and slowly climbed up to the lookout, squinting out.

Not far away, on the dunes, three bodies were down, and Bruce and Hector, with a man on their feet, were running towards them at speed.

Lindsey saw the scene and immediately opened the car door a crack and put the water bottle in the nearest place.

A short while later, Bruce and Hector got the man into the car and first gave the man a gulp of water, followed by Lindsey treating the other man’s wounds.

The man was badly wounded, and after drinking the water, he regained some of his strength and suddenly became excited to see Lindsey. “Team Song …”

“You know my brother!” Lindsey’s hands moved, and she looked sharply at Bruce, instantly wetting her eyes. “He knew Warren.”

“Where is he now?” Bruce patted Lindsey soothingly and gestured for the man to continue.

“Ahem …,” the man coughed breathlessly for a while, fumbling with the collar of his combat suit and pulling out a map. “Team Song is in danger, we’ve found something very important, you need to hurry.”

The man passed out as he finished speaking, Lindsey anxiously checked his pulse and after a few moments said reassuringly, “It’s not a big problem, but we must inform command as soon as possible and send someone to pick him up.”

Bruce nodded, took out his satellite phone and called command again.

The signal was still not very good and thankfully the call went through.

About an hour later, a military plane landed and Bruce and Hector helped put the wounded soldier on a stretcher, briefly explained the situation, then grabbed supplies of water and food, got in and continued on their way.

It was the hottest time of the day in the desert and they took a short break to find where Warren might be, based on the map, before getting off with the probe.

Considering the possibility of quicksand in this area, the three of them did not split up, but slowly started searching in a zigzag pattern.

Lindsey was exhausted, but the thought of Warren still being alive filled her with energy.

Bruce, distressed and helpless, held her hand the whole way, not daring to let up.

As he searched round and round the car, the detector never went off and there was no sign of life around.

Exhausted, we stopped, drank some water and started searching aimlessly again.

It was silent, and with every breath Lindsey took, she could feel the burning sensation of a fire at any moment.

“Don’t worry, Warren’s going to be fine.” Bruce took her hand, a bittersweet smile on his face. “We’re sure we’ll find him.”

As soon as the words left their mouths, they both stepped out of the way almost simultaneously, followed by a quick plunge into the sand.

Hector reached for them and tried to pull them in, but he too was taken in, plunging headlong into the sand.

After a spiral, the descent stopped and the three men fell to the ground one after another.

Bruce reacted in time to reach out and hold Lindsey and rolled to avoid Hector, who then fell.

Hector fell solidly, cursing Bruce in his mind for being inhumane.

It was pitch black and everyone calmed down for a while, each taking out a torch and switching it on. Just then, there was a frightening gunshot in the ear.