The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce actually hates Kevin, but of course, in some ways, there is a trace of gratitude for him.

Elegantly controlling the wheelchair to slide over, he slightly raised his eyebrows, without any emotion low voice, slowly sounded: “It seems that Kevin stuttered in his speech.”

“Huh …” Lindsey idly sat down on the arm of the sofa, pretending to laugh at the sudden realization

Bruce’s inky eyes flashed and he also smiled

“What do you guys want to do …?” Kevin was angry and hated, but he didn’t have the guts to get up from under the table.

Bruce arched his eyebrows and looked at Lindsey, coughed lightly and said lightly, “No reason, I haven’t seen you for a long time and came to visit.”

Lindsey gradually stopped laughing and echoed a sentence: “By the way, let’s see what kind of people you have arranged to get us killed this time.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, the door of the guest room was suddenly pushed open, followed by several young men in suits, who invited the woman out of the room without saying a word.

Kevin stared dumbfounded at this scene, his mouth opened for half a day and finally only exhaled a cloud of air, puppet-like staring there.

Lindsey shook the red wine in her hand, lowered her head and gently took a sip, her face immediately wrinkled, and handed it to Bruce in disgust: “It’s so hard to drink.”

“I’ll buy you juice after we finish our business later.” Bruce smiled dotingly and turned back toward the people behind him and beckoned, “Bundle up.”

“Don’t, don’t, don’t, Mr. Grant!” Kevin was frightened out of his mind, shivering in the gap between the table and the sofa: “I’ll tell, I’ll tell.”

Bruce did not have the slightest weakness, slowly took out his cell phone, turned on the recording function, and instructed the others to continue.

Kevin was then tied up in a knot, limp on the floor like a meatball.

Bruce’s ruthlessness, he had already experienced before in B City, this time I thought it would be seamless, but who knows, he became a turtle in a jar again, he only wanted to live, and did not dare to think about anything else.

He looked up at Bruce and said all of his arrangements in a breathless manner.

After about 20 minutes of rambling, Bruce interrupted him with a frown: “The people who attacked me were all arranged by you, and no one cooperated with you?”

Kevin’s spine stiffened, a cold feeling instantly shot through his body, and replied in a loud voice: “No.”

“Really?” Bruce hooked his thin lips and smiled lightly: “Then how did you know I was at Cloud Mountain.”

Kevin froze: “I learned that the several attacks that occurred at Cloud Mountain were all by themselves.”

Bruce listened, his face as gloomy as ink, put away the phone, then control the wheelchair turned around and slowly slid towards the door.

Lindsey threw Kevin a, you’re dead look and followed him.

The door to the room opened, the police officers waiting outside quickly rushed in, Kevin’s face was ashen, staring blankly at the shifting figures in front of him.

Bruce from the moment he entered the door, did not want to care about the relationship with The Harris family, he thought too well!

Bruce stopped Lindsey in the lobby and asked, “Are you hungry? Do you want to have a snack with you?”

Lindsey hadn’t even eaten dinner, so she nodded happily when she heard him say something about a snack: “Sure, but it’s a shame I didn’t see Kevin’s legs.”

“What’s so great about that.” Bruce raised his eyebrows and laughed, pulling her down hard, stretching his neck to her ear and whispering, “One day when we catch Burton, I’ll break his legs and let him walk for you.”

“You’re so mean!” Lindsey exaggeratedly hugged her arms tightly, smiling, “But I like it!”

Bruce was slightly stunned, with mixed emotions, not knowing at all what to make of her remark.

Lindsey straightened up, leaving him still dazed, and led the way with a brisk pace.

The next morning, Old Mr. Heard was discharged from the hospital and the group returned to Samuel, Old Mr. Grant was not feeling well and was taken to the doctor’s office as soon as he got off the bus.

Lindsey took his pulse and once again his face was filled with worry.

“Lindsey, don’t be upset.” Old Mr. Heard was breathless and faltered as he grabbed her hand, “It’s a pity that my skills were not passed on, after I leave, you should read more medical books here, it will be good for your future work.”

“Grandpa, don’t worry, I will do what you said.” Lindsey nodded with a bitter smile and leaned over to carefully cover him with the quilt: “I’ll stay here with you, I’m not going anywhere.”

Lindsey was stunned and nodded heavily. “Grandpa don’t worry, I will do this well.”

“There is no hurry, you read more, think things through and do it on your own merits.” Old Mr. Heard’s tone glowed. “Never rely on the wealth of others; this must be done on your own.”

Lindsey nodded again, her eyes reddening again.

Grandpa never used to talk to her so seriously …

The old Mr. Heard panted roughly for a while and fell asleep, Lindsey didn’t dare to be careless and worriedly watched over the bed.

The three Tankard brothers went back to the old house to put down their luggage and soon all gathered at the medical clinic.

Fiona went into the house to sit with Lindsey for a while, but got sleepy and had to go next door for a short rest.

Tankard, with his hands behind his back, paced around the outside room twice in anxiety and raised his hand to point at Bruce: “You! Come with me to the backyard.”

Bruce instinctively shuddered, thinking that it was not the attack in the province, after the fall, right.

Apprehension to the backyard, Tankard forked waist back to back and stand, killing the aura of awe.

“Brother …” Bruce pretended to call out, sliding his wheelchair to stop next to him, not knowing what to do, then said: “You seem to have a small stomach.”Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Tankard subconsciously glanced at his own stomach, waving his hand is a punch over: “Learn well!

Bruce dodged just in time, but his face was still appalled by the air currents his fist brought up, and he honestly slid his wheelchair backwards.

“This boxing is grandpa’s life’s work, you learn it well, so we can give you the important task of protecting Lindsey!” Tankard said as he fought, one harsh move after another: “If you can’t learn it, get the hell back to B City tomorrow!”