The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

The sudden sound of gunfire caused everyone to hold their breath and quickly turn off their torches.

Lindsey hid in Bruce’s arms, calmed her heart and fumbled for her infra-red glasses to put on. The cave was dark, but very cool and you could feel the moisture.

A few moments later, Bruce and Hector each put on their infra-red glasses and silently spread out.

The shot had not been fired at them, so there must have been two groups of forces in the cave.

Considering the possibility that Warren was here, Bruce pulled Lindsey to him and, in a voice that only two people could hear, instructed her to hold the gun. With that, he took out his own gun and took one careful step forward.

Through the crisscrossing tunnels, a shallow pool of water became visible through the infra-red glasses.

Bruce made a tactical gesture to Hector, told Lindsey to stay put, and dodged into the other tunnel.

Lindsey’s heart settled a little at the sight of the water and she kept silently praying that Warren would be okay.

After the gunshot, the cave fell silent and there was no sound of movement.

Bruce and Hector searched the cave and found that it was unfathomably deep so they stopped looking for the source of the shot. They returned to the same spot, drank some water, ate something to replenish their strength and began to take turns resting.

The ground was dark, no one knew where they were, and there was a lot of danger all around.

Lindsey had a very restless sleep, and when she closed her eyes, the thought that Warren had died would pop into her head.

After a restful sleep and some water, she started to split up and look for the others hiding in the cave.

“How big is this hole anyway?” Lindsey’s voice was lowered. “How could we not find anyone when we clearly heard a gunshot when we fell.”

“Shhh …,” Bruce made a gesture of silence and suddenly and unexpectedly lowered his head and kissed her gently on the corner of her lips. “It’s big, like a maze.”

Lindsey nudged him, her eyebrows frowning vaguely. This guy was getting more and more immodest.

Bruce had been right, the gunshots had been as close as if they were within earshot when they fell, yet they had searched for a full 24 hours and still hadn’t been able to find any sign of a living soul at the bottom of the cave.

Hector went on sentry duty while Lindsey opened a compressed biscuit and ate it with the same taste. “Could we have been hallucinating and the gunfire wasn’t even there?”

It had been ten days and Warren still had no clue, they were still trapped in this maze of ground.

“It’s not a hallucination.” Bruce gave her a definite answer, opening the kettle and pouring her water. “What if we can’t get out?”

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“There’s always getting out, I’m more worried about Warren,” Lindsey said as she took a sip of water, feeling better in her throat.

Bruce was worried too, but where were they going to find Warren now that they were on their own? Silence finished his biscuit and his arm reached out, suddenly and unexpectedly tugging Lindsey into his arms and hugging her. “Get some sleep, get refreshed and we’ll keep looking.”

Lindsey couldn’t sleep, Warren was still alive and his sister-in-law was worried.

“Lindsey …” Bruce called out to her and lowered his head to kiss her deeply.

Lindsey was so shocked and angry that she managed to get some fresh air, and before she could move her hands she heard him whisper, “Be good and get some sleep, or I can’t guarantee that I won’t want you.”

“Then you hold me.” Lindsey shrank into his arms and closed her eyes in exhaustion.

Bruce tightened the force of his arms, locking her tightly to his chest. In the darkness, his ink-like sword brows knitted tight.

Above ground, when he had lost his way, he had been able to call for help via satellite.

Now, underground, with no clue, it might take a year to find the exit.

After a moment of contemplation, he felt Lindsey sleeping in his arms, so he switched on his tactical torch and signalled for Hector to come over.

After a long discussion, the two of them waited for Lindsey to wake up and immediately followed the plan, splitting up to look for the exit.

“Bang!” Another shot rang out, and Bruce subconsciously shielded Lindsey behind himself. “Lindsey, you stay here, I’ll go with Hector and check it out.”

Lindsey tightened her grip on the gun in her hand and nodded gently.

It had been nearly thirty hours since they had finally heard the unexpected sounds again, which was a good indication that there must be an exit from this hole in the ground.

After a few moments of waiting, the sound of gunfire came again, followed by Bruce’s angry voice drifting past his ears. “Put the gun down!”

Lindsey’s heart was in her throat and she was about to lean out when the next thing she heard was a familiar laugh. “Grow up, actually rushing to point a gun at me.”

“Warren?!” Lindsey subconsciously shouted and ran out of her hiding place, weeping tears of joy as she ran in the direction of the sound.

“Lindsey, what are you … doing” Warren asked incredulously as he heard her voice and came out of the darkness wearily, “You didn’t come looking for me on purpose did you. ”

“Well, I got a call from my sister-in-law and came over with Bruce the same day.” Lindsey lost control and rushed into Warren’s arms when she saw that he was still alive and well. “Warren!”

“How old are you to be crying your eyes out.” Warren moved to pat her stiffly and looked up at Bruce. “Tough break.”

“I’m glad you’re okay, can you tell us how it went.” Bruce looked at Lindsey with some displeasure, thinking that it would be better to just hold her for a little while than to let go of her hand for so long.

In fact it didn’t take long for Lindsey to let go of Warren, crying and laughing, and turn her head to look at the dead man on the ground and wonder, “Who is this man.”

“A terrorist leader, went over to the pool, just as I found something here.” Warren said, giving Bruce an odd look, “Something to do with The Grant family.”

Bruce shuddered and a drop of cold sweat fell silently down his temples.

The group returned to the pool in the cave and sat down for a moment to rest before Warren finished his compressed biscuit and followed him deeper.

Bruce held Lindsey’s hand uneasily, with a vague and odd thought that what he was about to see might well have something to do with his father.

What he didn’t expect was that what Warren was showing them wasn’t a relic, but a dried out, deformed corpse.

“When I fell in, I hid around in this cave to escape the chase, and saw his arms first, followed by his legs …” Warren’s voice was deep. “Then on him, the marks that belong only to a classified unit were found.”

Bruce opened his mouth and heard his voice raspy and hard, “What was his name.”

“Leon,” Warren said the answer calmly. “Your father.”

Bruce’s mind went blank and he flopped to his knees, the warm liquid quickly spilling over his eyes and hitting the floor in drops.

Lindsey covered her mouth and slowly walked over to him, holding him in a heartfelt hug as tears rushed down her face.

Warren hung his head for a while before continuing, “Also, I found another body, but it was charred by the fire, so I couldn’t tell exactly who it was.”

Bruce raised his head slowly, his gaze vacant as he looked at him. “Where is it?”

“You’re coming with me.” Warren frowned and turned to turn into another pit. “I’ve been hunted all this time, so there’s no way to put them together.”

Bruce got up from the ground with difficulty, his hands and feet cold as he let Lindsey lead him, and followed Warren step by step.

Arriving at the pit where the remains had been, Bruce shuddered and knelt down, picking the remains’ mouths open with force.

“You suspect it’s Ransom?” asked Lindsey, seeing his movements and subconsciously stepping forward to help. “Is there a way you can identify it?”

“Ransom’s incisors are different from the others; one of his incisors is large and the other is small.” Bruce said, dropping to the floor at once, his whole body lost in thought. “It’s him …”

The shock of seeing not only his father’s body but his best brother in person in one day was too much.

Lindsey hugged him heartily and tried to say something, but in the end said nothing.

Seeing Bruce’s face, Warren knew what was going on and said, “The dead are gone, we have to find a way out now.”

“Understood.” Bruce answered and bent down to pick up Ransom on the ground and walked out of the pit with heavy feet.

He then pieced together his father’s remains, forced himself to his knees and heavily kowtowed three times.

“Chief Gu would be proud of you in heaven.” Warren bowed deeply to the remains and followed, “Your father was an amazing soldier, a top man.”

Bruce looked up at him, slightly confused as to the meaning of his words.

Warren paused and continued, “My team and I were given the task of finding inbound terrorists and their weapons caches, but unfortunately the mission failed. Fortunately, your father drew a map of the stronghold with a knife on the leg he had left.”

Bruce’s eyes welled up and tears fell again. “How are you sure that’s a map of the stronghold.”

“I’ve been around and have drawn a map too.” Warren said, pulling two waterproof maps from the pocket of his combat suit and calmly handing them over. “See if they’re the same.”

Bruce looked at them carefully for a while, stood up from the ground and asked, “How are we going to get out.”

“I’ve got a headache too, it’s like a maze in here and it’s covered in sand, so it’s not easy to get out.” Warren shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands helplessly. “Take a break to get some energy and we’ll split up to find the exit.”

“Good.” Bruce nodded heavily, lost in thought, and sat down next to his father’s remains, his eyes red as he looked at the weathered face.

Lindsey sat down wordlessly beside him and gently held his hand, saying nothing.

After eating the compressed biscuits, the group gathered again, analysed the terrain of the cave and split into three ways to find an escape route.

Lindsey and Bruce were together, comforting him as they walked, shining their torches around from time to time.

The spider’s web of interlocking tunnels seemed endless, spreading out all over the ground. The more we walked, the stronger the fear of death became.

“Lindsey, will you hate me if we don’t get out of here?” Bruce’s voice was deep and endlessly bleak. “I didn’t get to give you a good future.”