The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Larissa has a face that doesn’t want to take care of you, and calmly picks up her cup of tea to drink tea.

Karen also picked up her own cup of tea, eyes ambiguous looking at Larissa straight happy. “Larissa …”

Larissa shook, see Lindsey’s phone has been connected, the words to the mouth swallowed back.

She is a star, when she was popular, how many rich people lined up to invite her to dinner, she did not care. As for the one next door, who knows who it is?

But since Lindsey said she knew him, even if she wasn’t familiar with him, she must have met him.

Thinking about it, she couldn’t help but be a little curious.

The style is so rustic, a strong sense of the rich foreign tycoon, to be honest, she also want to meet it.

Lindsey finished the phone call, but smiled and did not say a sip of tea, never mention the rich man next door.

Karen waited for a while and did not see her speak, so she took the initiative to ask a mouth: “Lindsey, you do say ah, who is that person next door.”

“There is no hurry, later Bruce came, we will know who it is when we watch the show.” Lindsey glanced at Larissa calmly and smiled meaningfully. “Larissa you have to be prepared.”

It’s just a show, does it matter to her? Larissa lifted her chin, hummed arrogantly, and drank her tea calmly.

Karen, with her hands on her cheeks and a soft, light smile at the end of her eyebrows, was watching the action.

Bruce arrived when the food was not yet served, Lindsey came to his ear and muttered for a while, casually taking out the tablet in his bag.

“It’s so small, you won’t be able to see it.” Bruce dotingly scratched her nose, got up and walked to the cabinet with the LCD TV, squatted down to fiddle with it and turned it on.

Usually when you come over for dinner, people don’t use the TV much because of the noise, so they are curious when they see his actions.

After a while, the TV screen went black, followed by rows and rows of garbled codes.

Lindsey has one hand on her jaw, and her gaze is so gentle that water can drip out of it.

She knew that her man could do anything. As long as she asks for it, she will be able to satisfy the rhythm in minutes.

Bruce felt the eyes falling on him and quickly adjusted to access the entire surveillance system.

To make it easier to watch, he zoomed in on the next room alone and sat calmly back down next to Lindsey.

Larissa saw the person in the picture and her mouth instantly opened wide.

She went! This guy is not the one who said a few days ago that he wanted to donate 5 million, but ended up hesitating to pay it out.

The rich man is not even close to the rich man.

Karen is also shocked, mainly because this guy is too extreme, to attend the tenth anniversary of what thanksgiving reception, it seems to be with a certain editor to buy the tickets.

When the host introduced that it was a rich man from a certain country, she was puzzled and sighed that the tycoons are really global, a small magazine’s 10th anniversary event can come to the door to support.

Lindsey is not very interested in Conrad, but it is actually a pleasure to watch people pretend.

In the picture, dozens of young models stand in a circle, respectfully hanging their heads looking at Conrad and his guests.

By the way, they were talking about investment.

Lindsey, who is not interested in economics at all, could hear that his so-called investment was a complete lie. The poor client, actually listened with great interest.

It could be that the moon is fuller in foreign countries, not to mention a man who looks so successful and has such a classy lifestyle.

To sum it up, it is such a pretentious and successful person, in that the mouth is hanging, most people will be dizzy.

Bruce refilled Lindsey’s tea, informed the kitchen to serve the food, and looked at them with amusement. “Does it look good?”

“Good looking …,” Larissa commented as she closed her unconsciously open mouth, “This person must not know, how the real upper class, lives.”

It’s too pompous and vulgar, okay!

Even if he had a fetish for bringing young models to dinner, he should have brought his own countrymen instead of going to a modeling agency to find them.

Karen doesn’t comment. For such liars, she just wants to say: get out!

Lindsey knew this was going to happen from the beginning and rightfully gave a bad review.

The food was served quickly, and the guy next door was still pretending while everyone ate.

Bruce gave Lindsey a good dish, I wanted to call Cary, ask him how Carl investigation, considering that there is no substantial evidence before, he can not do anything to others, but to give up.

After dinner, he arranged for the driver to take Larissa and Karen back, Bruce drove himself and took Lindsey home.

Old Mr. Grant is not here, Burton also dare not run to this side at will, the two returned home to rest, together to take a nap.

In the afternoon, Bruce dropped Lindsey off at the fund office and went back to the office.

As soon as Lindsey entered, the receptionist said someone had sent flowers, not a bouquet, but a big bunch.

Did Bruce send the flowers? Lindsey got a little excited and pushed open the office door with a quick step.

The whole office was almost flooded with these flowers.

And they were all roses!Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Tsk, to give yourself a romantic surprise, you don’t have to be so wasteful.

The card on the bouquet was withdrawn by hand, Lindsey was full of joy and excitement, and instantly fell to the bottom.

Conrad. What the hell is Charlie!

Throwing away the card, Lindsey immediately exited the office and called housekeeping to throw away the flowers.

The cleaning lady looked regretful: “Mrs. Grant, these flowers still look fine, do you really want to throw them away?”

“Then you can dispose of them as you see fit.” Lindsey didn’t feel bad at all, it wasn’t her man’s flowers, so there was no need to feel bad.

Waiting for the cleaning staff to remove all the flowers, Lindsey frowned and went to open the window.

The cold air was so cold that her mind cleared and she calmed down.

The fact that Conrad had sent the flowers to his office meant that he had found out a lot about himself, which was not good news.

Calling Bruce, Lindsey sadly told him about the flowers she had received and asked him what to do.

“You wait for me.” Bruce’s tone was vaguely worried: “I’ll be right over.”

“Hmm.” Lindsey hung up the phone with a smile on her face and returned to her seat to turn on her computer.

It felt good to be cared for!

After finishing the task at hand, almost an hour had passed.

Lindsey looked up from the screen and realized that Bruce hadn’t come over yet, so she couldn’t help but be suspicious.

From the Grant Group, it was only a few minutes away, there was no reason why Bruce hadn’t arrived by this time.

Could it be that there had been some kind of accident?

Lindsey’s mind was racing, so she quickly picked up her cell phone and called him.

After about three or four rings, the call was suddenly disconnected, followed by the office door being pushed open.

Lindsey snapped her head around and first saw a bouquet of pink stars, her eyes shifted upward and Bruce’s handsome, slim face came into view unawares.

Opened his mouth for a while before he asked, laughing, “Why are you holding flowers?”

Bruce calmly walked towards her and casually handed the flowers to her: “I passed by the flower store and bought them for you when I saw how pretty they were.”

How come he can’t hold the flowers, and only the flowers he gave her look best on her.

Lindsey daintily bowed her head, sniffed the flowers hard, and her soft voice carried a delightful smile: “I smell vinegar yet.”

“Do you?” Bruce’s arm reached out and easily swept her into his arms, twisting his head to sniff around. “Where is it, I don’t smell it.”

This person, obviously jealous, but still pretend to be so natural.

The reason for this is that he cares about himself, Lindsey is generous enough not to take it personally.

The work is almost done, Lindsey simply cleaned up and went downstairs with him.

When she got back to the car, she suddenly remembered that she had finished her work and hadn’t asked him if he was done, so she felt embarrassed.

Bruce took in her expression and couldn’t help but smile: “The company is now in Cary’s hands, I don’t have much to deal with, so I can hand it over once Mr. Grayson’s project is finalized and the factory is built.”

“Hand over?” Lindsey looked at him uncomprehendingly.

Bruce raised his hand, gently scratched her nose, and smiled again, “This project is for the troops to fight for, I will do the preliminary work, and the rest will be handed over to the troops.”

So that’s it, Lindsey nodded, and stopped asking questions.

The weather was not good today, it was foggy and looked like it was going to rain.

Lindsey had no desire to go anywhere, so she lazily leaned on his arms and ordered the driver to drive home.

It was really raining when we got home. Lindsey looked out the window at the rain and her mood dropped.

Bruce got out of the car first and gave her an umbrella, and was walking back when another car drove up outside the door.

The two heard the movement and turned around, saw that it was Kaley’s car, and coincidentally stopped in their tracks.

Since new year’s Eve, kaley has been staying in fragrant garden for the reason of recuperation. This time old Mr. grant went to the imperial garden. Why did she suddenly come.

No matter how disliked she was, there was still a need to have the proper etiquette.

“Come inside first.” Bruce’s voice was low, and it was clear that he didn’t like Kaley’s sudden entrance either.

When he entered the living room in the main courtyard and sat down, Kaley, with a waxen face and with Burton’s help, stepped over the threshold with unabated dignity and sat down at the top of the table.

Lindsey lowered her head and picked up her cup of tea, using the action of drinking tea to hide the disdain in her eyes.

That seat is the eldest Aidan came, may not sit on it, she is a foreign married daughter, put up a show, but than Aidan the real head of the family is also big.

Bruce also dislikes Kaley’s style, but he hides it better, greeting calmly: “Third aunt.”

“Sanguine.” Lindsey followed suit and slowly put her cup of tea down, looking at mother and son in a calm mood.

With a smug look on his face, Burton graciously sat down in the seat below Kaley, raised the corner of his mouth and smiled wickedly. “Cousin and sister-in-law, I’m here today to deliver the project book to you two for your perusal.”

“Well.” Bruce faintly responded, not saying anything.

Lindsey hooked her lips to show that she had heard him and didn’t say anything either.

Burton was swept off his feet, grunted unhappily, stood up slowly, and handed the information in his hand to Bruce.

Before he could open it, Kaley said, “It’s rare that Burton wants to get ahead, so Bruce, as an older brother, should teach him a good lesson.”

“Teach him?” Bruce asked a rhetorical question, his thin lips hooked up a wicked light smile, looking down at the plans sent by Burton.