The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey didn’t move in Bruce’s arms, only to hear a muffled “bang” and the muffled sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

“It’s almost winter, why are there still so many flies.” Bruce muttered a word to himself, looking down at Lindsey with a sullen smile: “Lindsey, I think we should bring a bottle of insecticide next time we go out.”

Lindsey sniffed and couldn’t help but break into laughter, grabbed his clothes and wiped her tears, and slowly raised her head.

“Ouch, my waist …” The man who was thrown to the ground suddenly wailed loudly, “Hitting someone! The cripple hit someone!”

The surrounding customers acted as if they hadn’t heard, and just kept taking pictures with their phones.

Lindsey also pretended not to hear the man’s howl and took a sip of her coffee. She hadn’t been in a good mood since her grandfather had fallen ill, and if she hadn’t been concerned about this being a hotel, she wouldn’t have given him a chance to howl.

Bruce felt no guilt about his actions and even took the initiative to touch his cell phone to call the police. The man heard him finish his call and instantly got up from the ground, fished out a dagger from nowhere and violently stabbed it towards him.

The sudden change of events frightened the surrounding guests, but Lindsey was the only one who did not change his face.

When everyone thought that Bruce would definitely be injured, he quickly slid out, taking advantage of the man’s dazed effort, the wheelchair quickly glided back again, no one saw how he did it, the man had fallen to the ground, grunting out.

“The force is a little weak, and the reflexes are not fast enough.” Lindsey commented idly, taking it in stride and taking another sip of coffee.

Bruce smiled and slid his wheelchair back to her side, retorting with little conviction, “I think it’s okay.”

“If I don’t think it’s okay, I don’t think it’s okay.” Lindsey smiled back, the gloom she had felt for days dissipating, “You have a problem with that?”

“No!” Bruce raised his hand and rubbed the top of her head, his eyes doting: “What you say is always right.”

Lindsey gave him a blank look, but she felt very comfortable with it: “That’s more like it.”

As they laughed, a police car from the nearby police station pulled up to the door, and Tankard and Maximus entered the cafe just in time. After taking a closer look at Lindsey and seeing that she was okay, the brothers put their heads down and crouched down on either side of the man on the floor, left and right.

The man looked at them with a pale face, moving his body towards the door and crawling away, screaming in disbelief: “Police help.”

“Just now he was holding a knife to kill someone, but now he has the nerve to call the police to save his life.” Among the onlookers, someone said with contempt.

The next person immediately echoed: “Yes, yes. This kind of person should be arrested immediately, look down on the disabled, but also molested his girlfriend, deserve to be killed.”

The words landed on the ground, the surrounding area suddenly became noisy. Lindsey looked at Tankard with embarrassment and almost wanted to hit the wall. “I didn’t hit the guy.”

“I know!” Tankard’s harsh eyes swept over Bruce and softened significantly when he landed on her face: “I heard what Lange said.”

After the words, three police officers pushed in the door, and before they could speak, one of them was held by the man on the ground with his legs: “Police help, they injured someone and called the police.”

The police officer in charge did not seem to hear his words, but walked straight to Tankard, “snap” stood straight and saluted: “Sir.”

“Good, the case should be handled as it is, we also just arrived.” Tankard returned the salute, nodded at him with a smile, and pulled Maximus to sit at Lindsey’s table.

The man on the floor was dumbfounded, like touching a branding iron, and quickly pushed away the police officer whose leg he was holding, struggling to get up and escape.

The guests around saw this scene and burst out laughing.

It was 9:00 p. m. when the group returned from the police station to take statements. Lindsey dropped Bruce off at the guest room door, said good night in a soft voice, and turned around to go back to her room.

Tankard and Maximus stood a short distance away, shaking their heads in relative silence, and also went back to their rooms.

Later in the day, Warren took Fiona back to Cloud Mountain.

And Tina and Kevin also arrived, their flight, a few hours earlier than the Warren couple.

Instead of calling Bruce directly, Tina checked into the same hotel and saw the gap when Lindsey went out alone, and quietly asked Kevin to send someone to follow her, while she continued to sit in the hotel lobby to keep watch.

Bruce knew every move she made, and went downstairs without crossing the lobby, and took Lange directly out the back door of the hotel and drove after Lindsey.

Old Mr. Heard’s condition is generally stable and he can leave for Samuel tomorrow morning, Lindsey’s trip is to buy some winter clothes and daily necessities.

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When he arrived at the place according to the location provided by Lindsey, he saw her standing alone by the roadside, looking around with a distracted look, and felt distressed.

The blinding sunlight passed through the gaps of the tall buildings, a large swath of sun to her body. The white and delicate skin, unexpectedly tinged with a hint of pink, hidden, showing an almost transparent texture.

Bruce looked a little demented, until Lange reminded before snapping back to attention, hands push the wheelchair to the car door, let him take down.

“Lindsey…” got out of the car, he controlled the speed of the wheelchair, slid quickly to her side, looked carefully a few rounds: “No one is looking for you trouble, right.”

Lindsey shook her head, raised her hand to cover her forehead from the sun, and said with concern, “Why did you come with me, where is your ex.”

“She’s not an ex, she’s just a regular classmate.” Bruce looked at her sullenly, “Want to go shopping for something, I’ll accompany you.”

Lindsey saw that he was angry, and suddenly wanted to tease him, cunningly hooked her lips and turned to run away.

Bruce was confused for a second and controlled his wheelchair to chase after him. So, on the pedestrian street in the downtown of Cloud Mountain, the two of them chased each other as fast as you could and as fast as I could.

The two of them ran far away from each other, unaware that Kevin was staring at them with indignation in a Western restaurant down the street.

Before coming, Phoebe repeatedly cautioned that Bruce was serious about Lindsey and he didn’t believe her. Seeing this scene with his own eyes, he wished he had a gun in his hand to shoot them on the spot.

Thanks to the two of them, his legs were reset, but he walked in a strange way into the outer eight loops, so he was often laughed at.

Gritting his back teeth and taking a sip of red wine, he heavily put down his glass and looked at the man opposite with a gloomy gaze, saying in a deep voice: “Have you seen everything clearly?”

“Clearly, but that girl does not look like a practitioner.” The man’s eyes revealed a trace of doubt: “No need to arrange so many people, right?”

“Whatever, don’t blame me when you cry!” Kevin dropped a sentence, got up and walked quickly out of the western restaurant.

The man stared at his oddly shaped legs and unconsciously rubbed his chin, thinking that a little girl and a cripple are just that, not worth making a fuss about!