The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce also smelled the scent of food coming from the air, and his handsome face, which had never had much emotion, could not help but slide over a smile that was not visible.

Lindsey is not fussy about food, so her appetite is particularly good. Every time you eat with her, it will give you the illusion that the food is very delicious. Even grandpa, who always had a lot of rules at meals, liked to share a table with her.

“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” Bruce spoke out lightly, not even realizing that his voice carried a hint of unconcealed laughter.

She was surprised that Bruce was smiling, and Lindsey froze for a second before answering with a bang and running to the dining room.

If there’s anything she’d like to keep in this house, it’s the chef. The food is so delicious that if it weren’t for the boxing practice every morning, Lindsey was worried she would be fat as a pig by the time she left.

When Carl and Cary came over, they looked at Lindsey in a strange way.

Bruce also does not point out, when Carl in L city blackmail Lindsey thing, he is aware of, just do not want to mention this again.

Unless Carl doesn’t open his eyes to mess with Lindsey, it shouldn’t be a problem for everyone to live in peace during this time.

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The two men’s hands are first class, facing the murderers have never flinched from the men, but was shocked by Lindsey this little girl, I do not know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.

The night is getting dark, the sky is intensely black, almost desperate color. There was no moonlight or starlight, as if dark clouds had covered the canopy.

The skyscrapers of B City, decorated with bright neon like starlight, were as beautiful as a dream.

Tina stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in full dress, not only did she not care to enjoy the beauty, but her chest was furious.

Bruce did not come, all her preparations became a joke.

Thanks to Irene’s big mouth, everyone who came to her birthday party tonight knew they had lost their footing and didn’t recognize the man who had never been so calm and self-possessed as the only grandson of The Grant family.

“Tina, I really didn’t mean it, the couple clearly promised to be nice at that time.” Irene smiled sheepishly. If the family business didn’t still need Tina as a social flower, she wouldn’t have cared whether Bruce came or not.

Who would have thought that what was promised would suddenly change its mind, and she couldn’t be blamed for that.

“Give me his cell phone number.” Tina’s face was icy cold, squeezing the fingers of the goblet, knuckles and bones raised: “The rest is not your concern.”

“Okay.” Irene barely squeezed out a smile and said, “Who can you blame for your own blindness, so big a god poking around for years, but you don’t even notice.

Tina got the number and couldn’t wait a moment to leave the ballroom and drive away from the hotel.

As for how to find Bruce, she already had a very clear plan in her mind, but she just didn’t want to say it to Irene, the big mouth, to hear it.

Not far from the hotel, she pulled over to the parking line on the side of the road and picked up her cell phone to call Phoebe.

The Corfield family is not a big family in B city, but Phoebe, who is known as a know-it-all and is mainly a second-rate dealer in antiquities auctions, will definitely know Bruce’s whereabouts.

When the call was answered, Tina laughed exaggeratedly and pouted, “Liang Da Beauty is really a busy person, this call took half a day to get through.”

“You are?” Phoebe heard Tina’s voice, and in her heart, she never had a good feeling towards this kind of scheming woman who had little roots and specialized in accumulating wealth by brushing her face.

The two had only exchanged business cards at a cocktail party, and were not yet familiar enough to joke around.

“I’m Bruce’s classmate Tina,” Tina also does not want to beat around the bush, these years in B City, Phoebe and the Harris family young man’s relationship, the discerning people know how it is.

If Bruce is really seriously injured to the point of no recovery, the person most likely to benefit is not the Harris family who can still be.

At this end, Phoebe pondered for a second and suddenly understood the other party’s intention, so she simply pretended to be confused: “Hello Miss Tina, may I ask what you want.”

“Miss Phoebe, a friend asked me to ask about the auction of cultural relics, I have searched around for connections, but did not understand. Suddenly I thought of you, so I called you, would it be too abrupt.” Tina is so smart, Phoebe a Miss Tina, she knows she has succeeded in half.

In fact, it is more direct to find a private detective, but she knows very well that Bruce is really the first grandson of The Grant family, if she has done anything, can not escape his eyes.

Rather than leaving a hidden problem, it is better to take Phoebe directly, to show their innocence.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

But she was also worried that the reason Bruce didn’t attend the birthday party was because he saw through Irene’s intentions.

She was lost in thought when Phoebe’s soft laughter rang in her ears again: “You’ve found the right person for this, but it’s too late today, how about meeting tomorrow to talk about it.”

“No problem, but I have to pay for it tomorrow.” Tina smiled with relief, talking to smart people is comfortable.

Phoebe hung up the phone, thought twice about it, but fished out Burton’s number and dialed it. Briefly stating Tina’s identity, she asked in disbelief, “You’ve had more contact with Bruce, have you heard him talk about this guy.”

Burton is chagrined by the failure of the test, suddenly heard Tina’s name, shocked extremely: “How do you know her.”

The middleman couldn’t have told Tina about his injury to Bruce, could she have found out something on her own and deliberately used Phoebe to test herself? He stared coldly at the pen in his hand, his narrow eyes bursting out with a line of intense murderous intent.

Phoebe was taken aback by him and said unhappily, “People took the initiative to call me here and opened their mouths to tell me who she was.”

“Hiss …” Burton huffed darkly and slowed his tone with a smile, “Then meet with her first and see what she really wants.”

“That’s what I meant.” Phoebe yawned: “I heard two days ago that Old Mr. Grant stayed at the old house for dinner and talked about how much he liked that wild girl.”

“What’s the use of liking, Bruce’s lower body is ruined, the rest of his life can still be good where, I do not believe he can still turn out.” Burton was indignant: “Forget about him, you get some rest and keep an eye on me.”

Phoebe wanted to say something, but finally said nothing, hung up the phone and went to sleep.

Extraordinary times, Burton also dare not contact the middleman more, only to hold down the restlessness, take a step to see …