Seize His Little Wife

“Baird, why are you giving my mom so much money?”

The two went downstairs before Christine White dared to ask cautiously.

Why do you give so much money?

All this money, is it because he cares about her, or is he just used to measuring people in terms of money?

“Nothing, it’s given anyway.”

Baird Lane’s demeanor remained muted, and after instructing her to get in the car and put her seat belt on, he started the car straight away, but his brow stayed furrowed.

In retrospect, that move just now was indeed not what he had expected.

He was surprisingly a little angry when confronted with a greedy and biased woman like THE WHITE’S MOTHER.

As for that extra money … consider it compensation for Christine White.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“But …”

Christine White was about to speak when she saw the look on his face, and the guilt that had just welled up in her throat was swallowed again.

She had taken so much money for no reason, and she didn’t know how to make up for it.

When she returned home, Baird Lane urged her to get more rest and went out again before long.

Her mind was so messed up that she couldn’t sleep as she lay in bed tossing and turning.

The next morning, Christine White got out of bed with panda eyes.

After thinking about it all night, this five million dollars, she guessed that she could only pay it back by working for Baird Lane for the rest of her life.

“Ma’am, I’ve prepared breakfast, are you up?” Aunt Lucy’s voice came from outside the door.

“I know, Aunt Lucy, I’ll be right over.”

Christine White hurriedly got up, freshened up and dressed, and went downstairs to find Baird Lane sitting over the dining room table enjoying breakfast.

Her pace subconsciously slowed a bit.

The relationship with Baird Lane seems to have gone from husband to debtor all of a sudden, even though there wasn’t much conjugal love between the two …

Baird Lane glanced upstairs, not particularly concerned about her. Finishing his breakfast, he got up and wiped his hands clean with a napkin, his tone as flat as ever, “I’ll meet you outside.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there!”

Christine White didn’t dare to keep him waiting, so she hurriedly finished her breakfast and followed him out.

As previously agreed, Baird Lane still let her off at the intersection.

Christine White walked briskly back to the office and was about to clock in when there was a murmur from her coworkers beside her.

“You see, having someone behind you makes a difference. The new president promoted her to secretary on the first day of his term, not everyone gets that kind of treatment.”

“Maybe it’s not because there’s someone behind it? Maybe it’s just that people are better at certain kung fu, and that’s why they managed to hook up with the president!”

Debby York had heard the gossip, too, and was furious and tried to reason with them.

Christine White held the man back just in time, “Debby forget it, they couldn’t care less if they tried.”

“All these people do is gossip!” Debby York glared harshly.

“Let’s go, it’s almost time to go to work.”

Having been in the company for so long, she was naturally aware of the open and shut battles between her coworkers and had long gotten used to them.

Back in her office, she rearranged the papers Baird Lane had asked her to prepare earlier, intending to deliver them to him.

Starting today, she’s going to work hard and try to pay off the money she owes soon!

“… Baird, Molly Bort’s surgery is scheduled, you arranged that, didn’t you? And you had your assistant send a sum of money over to the woman, was that to make it up to her?”

Walking up to the door of the president’s office, Christine White was about to raise her hand to knock when the sound of conversation came from inside, sounding vaguely familiar.

This voice … seemed to have been heard when she was married to Baird Lane.

But what are they talking about?

What makes an assistant send money and alleviates guilt?

As well as … Who is Molly Bort?

How come she doesn’t know any of this?

Christine White pressed her heart and pressed herself against the door panel to hear better, but there was a sudden emptiness beside her and the door was opened!

Christine White was startled and fell forward in her defense.

In the nick of time, a pair of big, strong hands held her up, and teasing words came from above her head, “Why is sister-in-law here? Can it be that sister-in-law is eavesdropping on us?”

“No, no …”

The title “sister-in-law” made her blush, and she hurriedly stood on her feet, “Don’t you ever call me that again!”

The man in front of him is none other than Baird Lane’s best buddy, Ives Norton!

She looked around nervously and was relieved to see that there was no one else around, thankfully she hadn’t been spotted.

Ives Norton looked at her nervous expression with amusement, Christine White’s character was something he knew a bit about.

A character like her is not at all the type that Baird Lane would like. It was Lane senior who saw her simplicity in the first place, or else how could Baird Lane have married her?