The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Burton stood calmly beside his parents, watching the drama with cold eyes.

He is a man, naturally he can not lecture Lindsey to his face, quietly look around, found the elders’ faces vary, can not help but a dark pleasure.

Old Mr. Grant eccentric this matter, everyone can see. As for the extent of the eccentricity, this is the opportunity to test it.

As he was thinking about it, Old Mr. Grant suddenly shouted out and rebuked: “What a master! Your upbringing has been eaten by dogs!”

Tsk … Burton pursed his thin lips and couldn’t stop sneering in his heart. The Grant family’s people are all from The Grant family, and they are considered to be the first line, but the treatment is not even as good as the side line.

The elders of these two families are only the former and former personal guards of Old Mr. Grant, without a trace of blood relationship.

“Dad …” Aidan did not expect Old Mr. Grant will be so angry, rushed forward to pacify: “children’s conflicts are normal, but Bruce a little too much. ”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he heard Old Mr. Grant grunted and said angrily: “Bruce is too much? You can’t say that as an uncle. I have to let my uneducated grandchildren teach me how to make decisions!”

Everyone was frightened by Old Mr. Grant’s attitude, and no longer dared to speak up, Hattie Hertha was so scared that she forgot to cry, and stared at Burton with resentment.

Burton silently thought, calmly ignoring the gaze that fell on him.

At that moment, Bruce, Charlotte, and Lindsey came into the living room, all together to calm Old Mr. Grant.

“Lindsey, the old man is useless, let you suffer.” Old Mr. Grant slowed down his expression and looked at Lindsey with kind eyes: “If anyone dares to disrespect you again, don’t be polite, just beat them up.”

For a moment, Lindsey thought she was seeing her own grandfather, and suddenly had mixed feelings, wanting to cry and laugh: “Grandpa …”

Her identity in The Grant family, in fact, is very embarrassing, can not be blamed entirely on them.

It’s just that their words were so hard to hear that Lindsey couldn’t stand it.

“It just so happens that everyone is here today, so I’ll say one thing.” Old Mr. Grant looked around sternly and landed on Burton’s face with a deeper meaning: “Whoever gives Lindsey a look in the future, I will not forgive.”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

After saying that, he turned around and left the living room, leaving everyone to look at each other.

Bruce watched them walk away, quietly holding Lindsey’s hand tightly, turning his head to look at Charlotte: “I thought we had a party to go to, let’s go now.”

“Good.” Charlotte gave him a smile back, affectionately took Lindsey’s shoulders: “Let’s go, I guess it’s already started.”

After two steps forward, Charlotte paused and glanced at Burton with little sincerity: “Do you want to come along, it’s a lively party, and there’s supposedly a drag show.”

Burton’s brain buzzed with a bang, hands subconsciously clenched fists. The scandal that happened a few days ago flashed before his eyes.

With difficulty, he suppressed his anger and waved his hand with a smile: “No, I have to go back to Dinghai tomorrow.”

Charlotte raised her eyebrows noncommittally, the look clearly saying: who believes it.

The living room quickly quieted down, Burton resentfully settled down, secretly biting the back of his teeth. If the trap is Charlotte, he must send Tina away as soon as possible, and can not let her pregnant, even if pregnant must be aborted.

Never let her, become a stain on his life!

He has always felt that men sleep with wild flowers or something normal, but absolutely do not tolerate their women out of the wall! When he first saw Phoebe rolling with another man, he had the heart to kill her.

In retrospect, all of this was just a counterattack against what he did before!

“Cousin, has grandpa lost his head and actually defended that earth panther to his face.” Hattie flattened her mouth and took out her makeup mirror to fix her makeup with a disdainful look, “I have a date with Hertha to meet some high school friends, do you want to join us.”

“Ah …” Burton pulled back to his thoughts and instinctively raised his hand to look at his watch, “No, I’m back on leave this time, I have to leave first thing in the morning.”

Hertha pulled Hattie up: “Let’s go, it’s later.”

Hattie took a look in the mirror and curled her red lips in satisfaction: “Burton, we’ll go first.”

Burton waved his hand at them and got up to go out.

Phoebe he is not likely to marry, but it does not prevent to continue working with her.

–.

Bar Street in the Arts District, about five kilometers from Grant Residence.

The night is getting dark, and the ambiguous and misty neon reflects the street into a splendid abstract painting. A group of strangely dressed people, wearing strange masks, enter a bar called GreenIsland with loud laughter.

Bruce smiles, helps Lindsey put on her mask, double-checks it, and takes her hand to join Charlotte.

In fact, it was his first time in a bar, watching a so-called drag show.

The bar was crowded, the music was deafening, Bruce slid his wheelchair with great care, occasionally tilting his head to look at Lindsey, only to see her as if she was not surprised, neither curious nor excited.

After entering the box, Bruce let go of her hand and controlled the wheelchair to slide to Charlotte’s side, reluctantly saying, “The show will start soon, you guys go watch it and be safe.”

“Don’t worry.” Charlotte raised her eyebrows breathlessly, put on her own mask and stood up, took Lindsey’s hand and ran out.

Bruce narrowed his eyes uneasily and instructed Cary and Carl in a deep voice, “You follow and protect him.”

Mack did not say much, apparently he also did not object to such an arrangement.

Outside the box, the host of the drag show had already taken the stage. A tawdry pink costume, with his slightly thin voice, gives the impression that it is not like a host, but more like a clown.

Lindsey breathlessly leaned into Charlotte and muttered in a low voice: “So boring …”

“It’ll be fun in a minute.” The music was too loud, Charlotte patted her and continued to hold up her phone to follow the wind and take pictures.

Lindsey stayed hard for a while longer, couldn’t stand the muddy air inside, informed Charlotte, and turned back to the box.

The long corridor was cluttered with light and shadow, and the doors of every compartment looked the same, so it was impossible to tell which one you were walking out of.

Lindsey frowned as she walked forward, not noticing that the door to one of the boxes suddenly opened and she ran into a wall of people.