The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

After Lindsey finished speaking, she took Bruce’s hand and left the pavilion in a big way.

“Don’t be angry, I’ll treat you to western food.” Bruce took her by the shoulders and walked a long way out still looking back. “Such people should be banned from entering the country.”

Lindsey sniffed, suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned her head to look back thoughtfully.

Bruce noticed her movement, also stopped and looked at her unsure.

Lindsey carefully recalled the appearance of Saito Muzo, suddenly took out his cell phone, flipping out the photos taken in Africa.

Lindsey raised her eyebrows and smiled, pulling Bruce back in a happy mood.

“What’s wrong?” Bruce was completely confused by her. “Why go back again.”

“There’s a debt and it’s time to catch up, so you can stay here and wait for me if you don’t go.” Lindsey had an impish grin on her face. “To follow or not to follow.”

Bruce’s chest puffed out and his tone was firm. “Heel! Wife’s word is always right, wife’s instructions are always correct.”

Lindsey threw him a look that said, “That’s more like it,” and turned back to the exhibit area with a light step.

The police officers who came to the police station were about to close up their team, and when they saw them running back, they didn’t dare to go, and followed behind with a wary face.

Lindsey secretly felt amused, and went straight to the organizer of the exhibition and asked to see Saito Kiso and his teacher.

Probably because her voice was a little loud, Saito Kiso heard the commotion, angry, red-faced and poked his head out of the office, indignantly refused. “My teacher is not someone you can just see.”

“Mr. Saito Kiso, is this the way you treat the person who saved your life?” Lindsey coldly curled his lips and called his teacher by his name. “Mr. Yoshida, are you going to avoid seeing him as well.”

As soon as Lindsey’s words fell, both Kiso Saito and Yoshida Ryo walked out of the office.

“Two years ago, in Africa you two promised me that you didn’t forget, right?” Lindsey raised the phone in his hand and looked at them in a good way. “I told you that I could find you as soon as you stepped into H territory.”

Saito Kiso hung his head, a big cold sweat, dripping down his temples to the ground.

In fact, as soon as Yoshida Ryo saw Lindsey, he knew that his disciple had gotten into trouble. That’s why he chose to apologize, expecting to put things to rest, but he didn’t expect Lindsey to still remember them.

Yoshida’s fame within N is average, the paintings do not sell too well, and he himself does not have much real talent.

On the contrary, the media in H, blowing him up like a god.

Those so-called a painting sold how much how much high price, basically he gave money, the media to help boast out.

Two years ago, the master and disciple went to Africa to collect wind, unexpectedly encountered danger on the way, fortunately met the volunteer medical team from H. In order to save their lives, the master and disciple went to Africa to collect wind.

At that time, in order to save their lives, the master and disciple had vowed to give Lindsey the rest of the proceeds from the sale of their paintings in the future, excluding necessary living expenses, for free.

When he came to H for the exhibition, Yoshida thought that he would not encounter Lindsey since H is a vast country.

However, the world is so cruel that not only did they meet Lindsey, but the apprentice also spoke rudely.

After a long silence, Yoshida met Lindsey’s gaze with a pale face and spoke arduously, “Miss Lindsey has a good memory …”

“Can’t help it, I was born to hate you N people.” Lindsey smiled innocently away and winked at him mischievously. “Especially you N-nationals, who feel good about yourselves but are actually lower than anyone else.”

“How much do they owe you?” Bruce couldn’t help but chime in as well. “If the amount is large, we can approach the N embassy to negotiate.”

Lindsey secretly gave Bruce a nod of approval and smiled, “They know the exact amount, don’t you think so, Mr. Yoshida.”

As they spoke, many more people came over to watch.

Lindsey looked at Yoshida’s master and disciple, his eyes smiling. “What do you think they would do if I told them that these paintings are not worth anything at all.”

“Miss Lindsey, I solemnly apologize for what just happened.” Misa Saito stepped forward and directly bowed ninety degrees. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called you inferior.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t accept your apology now.” Lindsey arched her eyebrows and pulled Bruce straight to a painting, gesturing for him to take it down.

“What’s it going to be?” Bruce couldn’t see the painting, so he looked at Lindsey for help. “Tear it up or burn it?”

“Bring water.” Lindsey laughed again and turned her head slowly to look at the onlookers on the sidelines. “This man is actually a fraud, many of his paintings are actually printed products, such as the one my husband is holding.”

Yoshida paled and tried to slip away then, only to be stopped by the police.

Lindsey afterglow swept him a glance and continued, “This exhibition, except for the oil paintings in front, most of which were painted, more than fifty percent of the ink paintings were prints.”

The crowd smiled and talked.

Just in time, the security guard fetched water, Lindsey thanked gratefully and splashed the water directly onto the painting.

The clear drops of water trickled all the way down the paper, and the original painting was not damaged in any way.

Lindsey was not surprised in the slightest by the knowledge of science and looked at Yoshida with a smile. “Mr. Yoshida, if I remember correctly, the works on display this time, are all unframed, you explain the situation that the painting paper does not get wet when it meets water.”

Yoshida could not say anything, his face was as white as paper and his body was shaking.

Lindsey grunted coldly and turned his head to look at the two policemen who blocked his way. “These two foreign guests are suspected of fraud, you may be able to solve a big case if you take them back.”

The organizer took a look at it, it was easy to invite a high level person to open the exhibition, but the result is that people say a few words and then put a big hat of fraud, how can this exhibition still open.

“Miss, I would like to know what qualifications you have to question Mr. Yoshida.” The manager of the gallery didn’t take Lindsey seriously, even though he thought she looked familiar. “And how do you prove that you didn’t bring this painting in.”

Bruce was instantly fired up at that. “She doesn’t need to prove it! Rather, you, the manager, need to go back to kindergarten for further education, art has no borders, but artists have, especially this kind of pitiful people, simply do not deserve to talk about art!”

The manager retorted in exasperation. “According to your meaning, is it that between us and N country, there is no need for any dealings at all.”

“Since the manager wants us to prove it, let’s give him proof.” Lindsey stopped Bruce, smiled meaningfully and asked, “Excuse me, do you have any rice paper and pen and ink here.”

The manager naturally couldn’t say no when the matter had come to this point.

He ordered someone to fetch the ink and paper, and handed them to Lindsey with a cold face. “May I ask what else you need?”

Lindsey raised an eyebrow. “No, you just keep your eyes open.”

He said, bending down to the Xuan paper spread to the side of the case, one hand end of the ink, one hand holding the pen dragon fly wrote down a few big words: “True or false indistinguishable!”

The crowd applauded, praising Lindsey’s good writing and accusing the organizers of being perfunctory.

“You …” the manager was furious, his fat face instantly wrinkled into a ball. “I think you are here to smash the venue!”

Lindsey put down the brush in her hand and snorted a laugh. “You’re really right, I’m just here to crash the show.”

The manager couldn’t decide whether Lindsey was joking or serious, and his face became more and more ugly.

Lindsey didn’t care about this, instead, she took out her phone slowly and methodically, called Edward, told him where she was and asked him to come over immediately.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

The gallery is owned by Edward, the manager hired someone to carry out the work, but had to hire a liar.

And these two crooks had also screwed Edward back then, this matter must be settled.

While waiting, Lindsey did not explain to the manager, but asked the police not to take the people away for the time being, and not to contact the N embassy in H.

After about half an hour, Edward appeared with Lily and looked at the manager with a very gloomy face. “Who did you say was smashing the venue.”

The manager took a look at Lindsey called the person is actually Edward, what else do not understand, the brain immediately boomed, the whole spine jumped over a touch of cold.

“Not talking, are you?” Edward grunted, his eyes fell on Lindsey, accompanied by a smile: “Why do you suddenly have the interest to see the exhibition.”

“I wanted to talk about the spread of calligraphy in H for next week’s class, and I came over just in time to see the news of the painting exhibition.” Lindsey smiled and glanced at Lily beside him, winked and nudged her mouth toward Yoshida. “This guy is great, he actually tricked you.”

Edward saw Yoshida and felt amused at once. “This master and disciple are really unlucky, they went to Africa from far away and almost lost their lives. It was easy to go to H to cheat, and then they met you.”

“What are you talking about.” Bruce was not happy to hear that. “What’s wrong with meeting Lindsey? It means they have their own destiny.”

“Okay, okay, okay, they do have a destiny.” Edward shook his head and laughed, took a few steps to the police and said in all seriousness, “Comrade police, can I call the police now.”

“Of course you can.” The police look at me and I look at you, can’t figure out what medicine they are selling in the gourd. “But it’s already been reported.”

“Then I will report again, these two international friends from N, suspected of fraud, the evidence I then immediately sent to your police station.” Edward finished, glaring back at the manager of the gallery. “I don’t need to teach you how to do it.”

“No, I’ll get right on it.” The manager was about to be stunned, and when he heard these words, he immediately fled.

The manager ran away, the audience who bought the tickets to come to visit did not do it, have towards to return the tickets.

Edward waved his hand and informed the staff to come over and give refunds to the audience who needed them, and sent extra tickets for the next exhibition.

After dealing with these messy situation, a group of four people went to the office, each pulled out the chair and sat down.

Bruce took a tour of the office and raised his hand to look at his watch. “It’s almost time, we’re going back to Nine Lakes Mountain to spend the evening with grandpa, are you two going.”

Edward didn’t say anything, but turned his head to look at Lily.

“I want to go.” Lily blushed and looked at him, asking weakly, “Do you want to come along.”

Edward nodded heavily, chatted a few more words about Yoshida, and went out together to get the car.

Old Mr. Grant didn’t go to Old Mr. Bosh’s funeral in the morning, only sent Jack to send a wreath and an elegy there, but was in a depressed mood all the time.

The four men entered the courtyard and did not see Old Mr. Grant, and each of them had a feeling of uneasiness in their hearts.