Seize His Little Wife

She looked up at the villa before lifting her foot towards the front door.

The door to the villa wasn’t locked, just closed, and she opened it with a gentle push.

There had been no one here since Molly Bort had escaped, but in just a few days the cottage was covered in a layer of dust.

Christine White didn’t pay much attention to that and headed straight upstairs.

She hadn’t been here much, but she had a good idea of where Leo Bort’s study was.

Leo Bort’s study was in the innermost room on the second floor, and when she arrived, she wrenched the door open and entered.

Leo Bort’s study hadn’t been used or entered in a long time, and the dust, here, was much thicker than anywhere else.

Christine White pulls a mask out of her bag and puts it on herself, then fumbles for another pair of gloves.

After putting on her gloves, she began to walk around the den, trying to locate the part of the floor with the hidden compartment.

She was wearing high heels, and the heels of her high heels made it more straightforward to feel where there was a secret compartment, because if there was a secret compartment, all the sounds in that area were different from the rest.

As luck would have it, Christine White was walking to the area behind the desk, next to the floor-to-ceiling window, when she suddenly felt a different sound underfoot, one of emptiness.

She stopped, crouched her body down gently, and tapped her hand on that floor.

Echoes coming from underneath the floorboards clearly indicated that there was space underneath, and it seemed that the hidden compartment should be down there.

Just as he was thinking, there was a knock on the study door and a gruff male voice came through the door, “Ma’am, President Lane asked me to come over and help.”

At that, Christine White knew it was the men Baird Lane had sent who had arrived, and stood up from the floor, patting the dust from her hands before she spoke, “Come in.”

As her words fell, the door to the study was pushed open and a bodyguard in a black suit came in from outside with a large bag in his hand.

“Get over here and pry this place open.” Christine White said to the bodyguard, pointing to the floor in front of her.

The bouncer nodded and pulled his tools out of his bag, walking over to where she pointed and crouching down before banging and smashing at the floor.

A few minutes later, the floor was smashed open.

The bouncer picked up the floor debris, revealing the covered space below, “Ma’am, it’s done.”

Christine White thanked her and resumed her crouch, her eyes darkening as she looked at an oval time capsule in the dark compartment.

Time capsule is very large, the diameter of at least thirty centimeters, the height of at least thirty, and look at the time capsule outside the retreat has been unable to see the color, can prove that this time capsule is indeed buried more than ten or twenty years long.

“Move it out.” Christine White commanded.

The bodyguard responded, reaching down and carrying the time capsule out to the side and placing it on the desk.

Christine White followed and waited for the bouncer to put the time capsule in place before she moved to open it.

As soon as the lid opened, something fell out of it, just enough to fall off the desk and land at her feet.

Christine White looked down and realized it was a photograph.

Only the photo happened to be on the back, so she couldn’t see exactly what it was.

But then thinking about the fact that everything in here belonged to her real mother, then it’s possible that this photo is of her real mother.

Thinking about this, Christine White hastily removed her gloves and bent down to pick up the photo.

After picking it up, she turned over the photo, which showed a very gentle-looking, very pretty woman, the

The woman, wearing a pale yellow dress with her hair tied up high, was standing in front of a university, raising a bright smile.

That university was none other than C City University, the same one her own mother had attended.

And looking at the similarity of the woman’s eyebrows to hers in the photo, she had been able to fully identify the woman as none other than her real mother, Ella Smith.

“Mom …” Christine White’s eyes reddened and she choked out a cry for mom.

It was the first time she’d seen so clearly what her real mother looked like.

Though there is a picture of her real mother, on her own mother’s tombstone, that picture isn’t particularly clear, and it’s black and white in color – Baird Lane cut it out of a newspaper from more than twenty years ago and went to work making it into a photo, so it looks particularly blurry.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

It was safe to say that she now truly knew what her real mother really looked like.

Christine White’s cries gradually amplified while still holding the photo closed and carefully pressed against her chest.

It did not occur to her that Leo Bort had a picture of her real mother here, and that it was so well preserved.

After looking at the photo, Christine White placed it precious in her bag, and then went to check the rest of the contents of the time capsule, and found that it was all souvenirs, and some more valuable jewelry.

These must be all that’s left of her real mother.

“Put this in the car for me.” Christine White closed the time capsule and handed it to the bodyguard.

The bodyguard obliged, picked up the time capsule and headed out.

Christine White didn’t rush off, but rummaged through the study to see if there was anything else that had to do with her mother.

It turned out that it really let her find the same, it was actually the real estate license of this villa!

Christine White flipped the deed over, and to her surprise, the name on the deed was not that of Leo Bort, or Molly Bort and Molly Bort’s mother, but that of her own mother, Ella Smith.

In other words, Leo Bort, who was the genetic heir after her biological mother’s death, did not bother to change the signature on the real estate deed that year.

At this moment, Christine White suddenly understood something.

Perhaps Leo Bort really did love her real mother all along.

Otherwise Leo Bort wouldn’t have left her biological mother’s belongings and photographs, much less this real estate license.

It’s just that Leo Bort’s love is nowhere near his own.

Instead of loving her real mother, the person Leo Bort really loved was himself, and he was willing to lavish his affection on someone only when his own interests were met.

But if the one he loves, doesn’t give him the benefits he wants, he’ll take his love back anytime he wants, and that’s the true face of Leo Bort.

Thinking about this, Christine White sneered, picked up the real estate license and left the cottage.

“You go back.” Christine White said to the bodyguard as she got into the car.

The bouncer nodded and headed toward the other car.

Christine White took one look at him and drove off.

Instead of going back to the old mansion, she made a trip to the real estate agent, got her real estate license, and listed the sinful The Bort Family cottage for sale.

It was her own mother’s villa, she wouldn’t leave it to anyone, she wouldn’t live in it herself, it was disgusting!

So it’s better to sell!

With that done, Christine White walked out of the agency and looked up at the somewhat gray sky.

Such a view of the sky gives a depressing feeling, but Christine White feels much more relaxed at this moment.

Presumably she got one thing back, something from her own mother.

It’s just the rest she’ll never get back.

Smiling bitterly, Christine White got into her car and headed back to the old mansion.

By the time she arrived at the old mansion, it was completely dark.

Aunt Lucy watched her carry such a big thing in, she hurriedly put down the work in her hands and helped her pick it up, “Ma’am, what’s this?”

“My mother’s legacy.” Christine White replied.

Aunt Lucy looked at the time capsule she was holding, “Relic? Is it a relic from your own mother? Where did you find it?”

Her own mother had died more than twenty years ago, almost thirty, and there were actually relics left behind.

What a surprise.