The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

The last time Ben was kicked hard, he lost his incisors and spent almost three days in the hospital, no one knew Lindsey’s ability better than he did.

But he came to apologize for being insincere, and he was not stupid enough to stay and wait for a beating.

After staring coldly at Lindsey for two seconds, he puffed up his chest and turned around mockingly.

“Cary, they are still throwing shade at the master, what should we do?” Lindsey was still smiling and talking, with a burning anger brewing at the bottom of her bright eyes.

Some people just didn’t know any better, they had been beaten once and still didn’t remember, they had to come back and get beaten again.

“Lindsey, you come in.” Bruce’s mood had recovered and spoke lightly, “I have something to say to you.”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Lindsey shrugged, the smile on her face instantly collapsed: “What is it?”

Bruce sighed and was silent for several minutes before handing her a key, “Open the third drawer of your desk.”

“Oh …” Lindsey took the key and opened the drawer in confusion. Seeing that there was only a key inside and nothing else, she subconsciously asked, “Is it to get the key.”

“Hmm.” Bruce nodded, “There’s a wooden box on the left side of the windowsill, you open it.”

Use? It’s hard not to think that this key is the key to some treasure trove … Lindsey brainstormed and took that key out, her eyes glowing as she walked toward the windowsill.

This box she had seen many times, thought it was just filled with some miscellaneous things, did not expect to contain a treasure.

The box was opened and what was inside was actually a gun, which almost didn’t scare Lindsey to death: “You actually have a private stash of firearms!”

“Not private, this is my father used to use before he died.” Bruce’s voice was a little deep: “Get it for me.”

“Will it go off?” Lindsey had only seen it in Warren’s photos, never played with it, never touched it.

“No.” Bruce couldn’t help but curl his lip: “Don’t worry about it.”

Lindsey looked at the box containing the gun, and saw a few bullets neatly arranged on the side, and then put his mind at ease, and carried the box with him.

Bruce said thank you and took out the gun to take care of it carefully, the whole process did not say a word.

Lindsey wanted to ask him about his father, the words came to his lips, and then felt inappropriate.

After a long time, Bruce put the gun back into the box and suddenly said, “When are you going back to Cloud Mountain?”

“I don’t know, my brother is still here for training, so I’ll wait for him to finish.” Lindsey finished and asked casually, “You really decided to go with me.”

“Yes, I have to go with you!” Bruce looked at her with a firm gaze, “I want to stand up!”

Lindsey was touched by the confidence emanating from his body and nodded without thinking: “Okay, it’s hard to see you being bullied.”

Bruce’s heart was warmed, and his eyes unconsciously became unusually tender.

After noon, it started to rain again, Lindsey woke up from a nap, the rain outside the window was still dripping, which made her even more depressed. She had no friends in B city, no classmates, and she had to take Cary with her when she went out, so her life was worse than being in jail.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt uninspired and couldn’t do anything.

The next day, she got up early in the morning and found that Bruce was not there, Carl and Cary seemed to have left with him, so she was in a good mood.

She has been in B City for so long, she has not been to several well-known attractions, so she took this opportunity to go out on her own.

The first thing you need to do is to change your clothes and bring the necessary cards and cash, Lindsey directly told the driver to bring the car out.

The driver was very young and the car drove quite steadily, and Lindsey was at ease in the back seat, looking up maps and routes on the Internet with her cell phone.

I don’t know how long it took to notice the car stopping, but Lindsey didn’t take it seriously and just casually asked, “What happened?”

“A robbery.” The driver’s words were meant to be brief and appalling: “Sit tight, ma’am!”

“Uh …” Lindsey looked up in surprise and saw that the car was blocked on a remote off-ramp near the scenic spot and a dozen or so gangsters with baseball caps and iron bars were gathering around menacingly.

“Who are all these people?” Lindsey was not afraid, but happily pressed against the car window and carefully surveyed their costumes.

The driver’s mouth twitched and replied, “Bad guys.”

Lindsey glanced at him discontentedly and said, “Can’t I see that they are bad people. She was curious as to who had sent these people and how bold they were.

The driver was controlling the steering wheel, trying to break out of the crowd, his cold face was full of frost.

Lindsey also sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly righted herself, calmly grabbed her phone to call the police and sent a text message to Cary.

She was sure that these people were not mere gangsters, but professionally trained bodyguards!

But all regular bodyguards, whether walking or standing, are different from ordinary people, and the aura emanating from their bodies is also different.

“The front end of the car was instantly dented by the iron pipe, followed by the tail light being shattered.

A drop of cold sweat down Lindsey’s cheeks, dripping fast, hands involuntarily clenched fists.

Clanking loudly, Lindsey saw that still can not get out of the trap, nervously asked: “Can you beat them.”

“Can’t.” The driver was also nervous and sweaty: “You cover your ears.”

“Okay.” Lindsey resigned himself to covering his ears, fear spreading a little in his heart.

If the people coming are ordinary gangsters, she can pick a dozen by herself, but these outside are all professionally trained, she is not stupid enough to run into the gun.

The car in the right and left to persist in about ten minutes, the sound of gunfire vaguely ringing in the ears, followed by a team of loaded SWAT officers, cheetahs generally jumped out of the police car, fierce and vicious pounced.

Just a moment ago also held the iron pipe intended to destroy the car to kill the criminals, instantly knocked to the ground, one all wilted.

At this time, Bruce controlled the wheelchair, slowly walked out from the crowd, handsome face murderous aura.

Lindsey looked at the scene in shock and subconsciously pinched her thigh to make sure she was not dreaming.

“It’s so slow.” The driver spat out two words with abnormal dissatisfaction, steering wheel a hit, straight away from the car blocking the back, turned around and stopped in place.

Lindsey looked at the driver in a trance and pushed open the car door to get down, not waiting to open his mouth before hearing Bruce ask: “Are you okay?”

The eager voice is full of worry.

Lindsey swallowed and laughed: “Yes, if they were not too strong, I think I would have taken care of it without waiting for you to save me.”

Bruce did not laugh, the hand clasped tightly on the armrest of the wheelchair bruises, as sharp as a hawk’s eyes, filled with fishy red, as if the next second to explode.

Lindsey saw him so angry for the first time, the smile on his face could not help but expand: “I’m really fine, do not believe you ask the driver.”

“If you’re not okay, I’ll let all these people be buried with you!” Bruce turned his head, his eyes coldly stared at the thugs on the ground for a long time before slowly turning to the face of the SWAT officer leading the team: “Later I will go to the police station to cooperate with doing the investigation.”