The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Before these two men joined the army, one is a butcher, one is a young master, these years, although the jousting constantly, shouting up their respective nicknames, but very smooth.

Old Mr. Grant saw him a serious, tiger eyes slightly austere. “What business.”

Old Mr. Gregor looked at Lindsey and spoke slowly: “Randy is the same age as Bruce, right?

Old Mr. Grant knew what he meant as soon as he heard it, and couldn’t help but let out a long sigh. “The grandchildren have their own blessings, this matter you beg outsiders useless, there is really his eyes on, maybe tomorrow will bring back.”

The words just fell, outside the courtyard door suddenly came a laughing old voice. “Grant young master this is true, Gregor butcher, you can wait in peace.”

Lindsey subconsciously looked towards the door, only to see a full head of silver, back some rickety but hale and hearty old man, holding a cane slowly stepped into the courtyard.

Behind him, followed by Edward, Lily, and a middle-aged man with a refined and elegant temperament, as well as a dignified and gentle middle-aged woman.

I think they should be Edward’s parents, and grandfather.

Nodding at Edward with a smile, Lindsey was hesitant to give up the chessboard to greet him when Old Mr. Grant and Old Mr. Gregor both got up and greeted him with a big smile: “Old Mr. Hawke, you have really become immortal over the years.”

“You two are joking.” Old Mr. Hawke arched his hand, his eyes fell on Lindsey and he couldn’t help but laugh: “Lindsey, why don’t you say hello when you see me.”

Lindsey blushed and got up sharply. “Hello Grandpa Hawke.”

“Good, good …” Old Mr. Hawke laughed and looked at Old Mr. Grant and said, “This girl almost became one of my The Hawke family, but it’s But it’s not bad, after all, they are still the girl of The Heard family, became my daughter-in-law of The Hawke family.”

Old Mr. Grant smiled back and greeted him as he sat down, before looking at his eldest son and daughter-in-law. “Frederic you two sit down too.”

“Hello Old Mr. Grant, hello Old Mr. Gregor.” Frederic Hawke joined his wife in a respectful bow. “I am Frederic and I am here with my wife to meet two elders.”

Old Mr. Grant and Old Mr. Gregor both waved their hands and turned their heads to speak to Old Mr. Hawke.

Lindsey gestured to the logistics staff to serve tea, smiled, pulled Lily and Edward aside, and quietly hid back in the living room.

There was a lot of laughter outside the door, and it was clear that the three seniors were having a good time.

Lindsey asked about the date of the wedding and looked at Lily with concern. “How are you getting used to being with The Hawke family?”

“It’s great. Mama Hawke loves me.” Lily smiled and held Edward’s hand, full of shyness. “Edward treats me well too.”

Edward looked around and didn’t see Bruce, couldn’t help but ask, “Where’s Bruce, why don’t you see him.”

“He went to officer training and won’t be back until the weekend.” Lindsey explained with a smile and added, “I have something I want to discuss with you, I was going to meet you at Wind Entertainment.”

“What is it?” Edward raised his eyes and looked at her with a smile. “You’re the one who can’t be bothered.”

Lindsey smiled back. “I want to set up a few free public hospitals in remote areas, see if it’s feasible.”

Edward narrowed his brows. “From a business point of view, this matter is completely unappealing.”

“I know, and there is a preliminary idea at the moment.” The smile on Lindsey’s face faded. “It was Grandpa’s wish, and it’s what I want to do most. If it wasn’t for him back then, how many people in the town who had accidents would have passed away because they weren’t rescued in time.”

Edward pondered a bit and said, “From the charity point of view, this matter is certainly more good than bad, the key is the arrangement of medical staff, may be more laborious, but also to eliminate those who have been cured, but rely on the people who do not leave to take advantage.”

“I’ll write a plan later and let Karen and the others join in the discussion.” His words made Lindsey feel enlightened. “Maybe we can find the right way to move forward with this.”

Edward was also very interested in her proposal, and after chatting for a while, several elderly people also came into the living room.

According to the old rules, Edward proposed marriage to the door, should also invite a matchmaker, Old Mr. Gregor took a look at his willingness to be a matchmaker, the matter was smoothly negotiated.

In fact, it is also to go through a process, marriage procedures are done, the marriage proposal is just to make The Hawke family look good.

In the end, it is the granddaughter of The Grant family.

Now there is Old Mr. Gregor out to guarantee the match, so it can be said that this marriage, face and face are sufficient.

Since the matchmaker, Old Mr. Gregor naturally had to stay for dinner, during the meal several old people talked about the old days, and each of them was laughing with tears.

No one would have thought that, in the blink of an eye, each of them had turned white.

The conversation went on until 10 o’clock at night.

Lindsey felt a bit tired, so she stayed at Nine Lakes Mountain. The next day, she got up early and accompanied Old Mr. Grant to the mountain for a walk.

When she arrived at the office, she was approached by Assistant Chen, who said that there was a foreign event at the institute and the interpreter was stuck in the road, so she was asked to go there to save the day.

Lindsey did not say a word, simply cleaned up her desk and immediately followed Assistant Chen downstairs.

When she came here in the morning, she didn’t pay attention to it, but only when she came downstairs did she realize that there were many banners on the campus, welcoming colleagues from the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Y.

There were twelve people in the group, including students, professors, and leaders of the academy.

Lindsey’s job was not too complicated, other than introducing some of the history of the Academy, it was to translate for both sides.

When the members of the exchange group saw that there was a soccer field on the campus, I don’t know who suggested it first, but the group poured in without changing their clothes.

Lindsey was worried that something might happen, so she talked to Professor Lee for a while and immediately followed him there. As soon as they reached the field, they heard someone screaming for help.

Damn! Lindsey cried out in disbelief and accelerated her steps to squeeze into the crowd.

When she saw the man on the ground, it was Clyde, a young professor from the Royal Academy of Arts in Y, she couldn’t help but feel a headache.

A quick glance at his injuries revealed that his ankle bone was badly protruding and would require surgery when he arrived at the hospital.

Lindsey informed the students on the sidelines to call the emergency number, while she carefully took off his shoes and socks and said in international lingua franca, “I’ll help you dispose of it briefly, it may hurt a little.”

Clyde was sweating profusely in pain and couldn’t figure out what she meant by disposal, and looked at her with a bewildered expression. “You’re not a doctor, so why should you help me dispose of it.”

“I’m a doctor.” Lindsey put a professional smile on her face and added, “This disposition will make your foot injury heal faster and without surgery.”

“Are you sure?” Clyde was in a cold sweat of pain, but his face was unusually alert. “What if it’s worse.”

Lindsey was very annoyed by his seriousness, but did not show it, but squeezed his foot and replied in a deep voice: “If it is more serious, I will personally take full responsibility for your medical expenses, as well as the cost of your future rehabilitation.”

Clyde was still unconvinced; in his opinion, Lindsey was only in her early 20s and a mere translator.

He didn’t think Lindsey’s word was trustworthy, and he didn’t dare take the risk of putting his foot injury at her disposal. “I don’t agree!”

Lindsey, chagrined, slid one hand near his protruding ankle and held his foot in one hand, aided by a bright idea. “Mr. Clyde, you see the doctor is already here.”

Clyde instinctively looked out into the crowd. In a split second, however, Lindsey fired both hands simultaneously and gently helped him square his ankle back up, rising with a smile.

The dazed Clyde looked at his foot and then up at her, his vision blurred, and he passed out.

The last image that stayed in his mind was Lindsey’s light smile and angelic face.

The ambulance arrived a few minutes later, and Lindsey told the doctor who came to the clinic about her disposition and immediately asked them to carry the person to the car and send him to the hospital for a more detailed examination.

There are not many doctors who can do orthopedics anymore, especially when such a young girl can do it. Naturally, the doctors did not believe her and did not take her words seriously at all.

After Clyde was carried to the car, the ambulance whistled and soon drove off the campus.

Lindsey returned to Professor Lee’s side and explained the situation in general, looking a little tired. It took her a lot of strength to do that.

The real interpreter arrived just in time, so Lindsey apologized and went back to her office first.

After two days of work, Lindsey occasionally helped Professor Lee with some of the documentation used for communication, and lived a quiet life.

Since Bruce had left for military school, the house was cold and quiet. The two of them can only talk to each other, but they can’t even send out micro messages.

In order to make the home more lively, she deliberately invited Larissa to live over, also considered a companion.

On the day of the week, Bruce returned from military school, while Warren was called by Old Mr. Grant to Nine Lakes Mountain, saying he wanted to teach him chess.

When Lindsey thought of the poisonous parrot, she couldn’t help but silently shed a tear of sympathy for Warren in her heart.

Lindsey wanted to have a good time with Bruce, but Terence suddenly called and said he was in some kind of trouble.

Bruce asked for the address, left Lindsey and took the security guard with him, but he came back in the middle of the night, and he looked very lethargic.

Lindsey was distressed and asked him what had happened.

“Terence got into trouble.” Bruce didn’t know where to start for a moment, calmly organized his language and said, “He hit our instructor with his car.”

“Uh …” Lindsey was startled and couldn’t help but ask, “Who broke the rules?”

Bruce looked her in the eye and spat out two words softly. “The instructor.”

“It’s not serious, is it?” Lindsey was startled, the instructor of the military school is not an ordinary person, crashing that is a big deal: “You can’t solve it even if you step in?”

“The person is fine, the problem is that Terence may have to accept the punishment.” Bruce let out a long, weary sigh. “Driving a military vehicle privately, it’s bad enough that he might be written up and cleared out of the army.”

Lindsey didn’t expect the consequences to be so severe, and didn’t know how to comfort him even if he wanted to.

In the Air Force, Old Mr. Grant’s influence is extraordinary, and Terence and Bruce’s relationship is very iron, not to deal with the suspicion of favoritism, and deal with the seemingly insensitive.

A moment of silence, Bruce smiled bitterly, holding her hand, and spoke again: “Forget it, my headache now is useless, or wait for the results to come out.”

“What Terence said.” Lindsey patted him comfortingly: “Did you persuade him?”

Bruce nodded and leaned over to hold her close. “He knew he was in trouble, too, and reassured me not to think too much about it. But how can I not think about it? Ransom’s gone, and if he’s forced to leave the barracks, I can’t even face him.”

Lindsey sighed softly and pressed her face to his, gently rubbing his ear. “Old Mr. Grant is so hot-tempered, it’s better for you not to intercede.”

“I know, that’s why I feel bad.” Bruce tilted his eyebrows, and his handsome face was filled with worry.

Lindsey was afraid that he would not be able to think, so she excused herself to sleep, so that he fell asleep.

The next day, the two of them slept until noon, Bruce ate a meal immediately called Terence, chatting for almost half an hour before hanging up.

Lindsey couldn’t ask him what he had said, but when she saw that his face had eased up, she suggested going shopping.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Bruce knew Lindsey was concerned about himself, his heart warmed up, and his gloomy mood was suddenly swept away.

Lindsey actually nothing want to buy, just stay at home is also bored, and worried about Bruce nothing on the thought, which decided to go out.

In the World Trade Center shopping around, the two of them casually found a nice restaurant to sit in, but I did not expect to meet Gene Kent again.

The bruises on his face were still fresh, and with his yellow hair, it was very funny.

Lindsey and Bruce found a seat by the window and couldn’t help but laugh: “Isn’t that the Mr. Kent who said he was a late-night snacker at the bar the other night?”

“That’s him. there’s something really wrong with Randy’s education.” Bruce also laughed. “We have a cousin in The Grant family who is such a loser, but in terms of image, it seems to be much better.”

“I think it’s a half-measure.” Lindsey bristled. “One thing I forgot to tell you, before you went to military school, Grandpa and I talked about Burton.”

Bruce was stunned and asked casually, “What did he say.”

Lindsey thought back to the conversation that day and blushed lightly. “Said we went a little overboard, but I heard his tone and he wasn’t mad.”

“That’s good that he’s not mad.” Bruce raised his eyebrows in disbelief, and suddenly there was someone else beside him.