Seize His Little Wife

The others all perked up their ears and waited for the answer.

Debby York, in particular, had bulging eyes, eyes that kept sweeping over Baird Lane and Christine White with inquisitiveness written all over them.

The only person in the room who wasn’t surprised was probably Gates alone.

Christine White’s entire body tensed up in the face of the senior’s inquiries and the crowd’s strange stares, and her palms began to sweat.

“I talked to President Lane … We …” She bit her lip and stammered for an answer, her mind going blank.

“We came together.” Baird Lane picked up the end of her sentence.

Christine White looked at him in surprise, “President Lane…”

What does he mean by that?

Is it ready to expose their relationship?

Without bothering to look at Christine White, Baird Lane casually tossed his car keys to the driver Gates had arranged for, explaining blandly, “Secretary White went to my house to help me pack, so she came along.”

That’s a reasonable reason, and it doesn’t seem like there’s anything wrong with it.

The crowd nodded, no longer curious, and lined up in order to enter the airport to receive their boarding passes.

Christine White followed Baird Lane along with three other secretaries, watching his tall, straight back with complicated eyes.

She was really overthinking it after all.

How could he possibly expose their relationship.

He wouldn’t have warned her like that three years ago if he really wanted exposure!

At the thought, Christine White let out a low, bitter laugh and carried her suitcase to the security machine.

After a quick check, Christine White successfully boarded the plane.

A few moments before the plane took off, Debby York came running over quietly, “Christine, tell me honestly, what’s going on with you and President Lane?”

“Wasn’t that all clear just now?” Christine White returned with a twinkle in her eye.

Debby York can not eat this set, skimmed his mouth, “You come less, I still do not understand you, you just so vain, it seems that you want to lie and do not know how to lie, although the back President Lane gave an explanation, but you were so surprised, obviously President Lane also lied. ”

“Why don’t you go be a detective?” Christine White looked at her in surprise.

It was all analyzed correctly, and she hadn’t even known that her best friend had that power of observation!

Debby York hemmed and hawed, “Forget being a detective, I’m a bit of a gossip at best, now it’s time for you to tell me what your relationship with President Lane is all about, right?”

“Actually I have nothing to do with him … we used to know each other, he is my husband’s friend.”

As she said this, Christine White could almost feel her heart dripping blood, all the while secretly wringing her thighs so as not to look faint-hearted again before Debby York followed her.

Use this self-harm as a reminder not to show your face.

Debby York, who hadn’t really seen the difference in her, rubbed her chin and said, “Your husband’s friend?”

“Well, because I don’t want people to think that I relied on that connection to get a promotion from President Lane, so I had to hide it from the public, Debby , so you don’t say anything about it.” Christine White looked around and lowered her voice.

Debby York patted herself on the back, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell, but why didn’t you tell me in the first place?”

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“Che, you obviously don’t want to talk about it.” Debby York rolled her eyes.

Christine White gave a sarcastic compensatory smile, “Well Debby , the plane is taking off, so go back to your position.”

“OK, I’ll go back first, we’ll continue to talk when we get off the plane in a while, I’m really curious about your husband’s identity, you said before that your husband is just an ordinary person, but now you’re saying that your husband is friends with President Lane …”

Christine White’s expression stiffened slightly, her heartstrings tightening.

Debby York stared at her intently, “How can someone who can be friends with President Lane be just anyone, Christine, don’t you dare lie to me later.”

She winked and walked away.

Christine White, however, became helpless, and in the bottom of her heart, she even had the feeling of lifting a stone to hit her own feet.

How could she not have expected Debby York to remember so well what she had said last time at the welcome party, and then to find contradictions in it based on what she had just said?

But she’s not wrong, Baird Lane is indeed an ordinary man, the only thing that’s not ordinary is his status as president of The Lane Family Group.

As for her friend explanation, she couldn’t explicitly say Baird Lane was related to her and make one up herself, could she?

With that thought, Christine White’s eyes rolled back in her head and she snickered.

She seemed to have come up with an explanation that she could use to fool Debby York when she got off the plane later.

“Secretary White!”

“In!” Christine White heard someone call out to her and hastily collected her thoughts, looking up and following the source of the voice.

Only to see Gates Mu standing at the entrance where the business class connects with the economy class and was looking at her with a smile on his face.

Christine White removed the seatbelt from her waist and walked over to the curious gazes of the other employees, “What did Assistant Gates want to see me about?”

“It’s President Lane for you.” Gates whispered back.

“President Lane?”

“That’s right, follow me.” Gates turned and went into the business cabin.

Christine White had no choice but to lift the curtain and follow.

Gates led her all the way through business class to first class.

“President Lane is in there, Secretary White, go on in.” Gates helped her lift the curtain.

Christine White said thank you and went inside.

First class was chartered by Baird Lane, and he was the only one in it.

He was sitting in the first row, and Christine White saw him at once.

“President Lane, what did you want to see me about?” Christine White asked softly as she walked over.

Baird Lane closed the economic magazine in his hand, “Nothing, just asking you to come and sit down.”

“Let me sit here?” Christine White pointed to herself in surprise.

Baird Lane looked up and swept her off her feet, “Uh-huh.”

“But why?”

“There’s no reason to sit down if you’re told to.” Baird Lane frowned.

There’s actually a reason for that.

She donated bone marrow and is not as fit as she used to be.

He’d asked Ives Norton about the possibility of some discomfort on an airplane, and asked her to sit here so he could keep tabs on how she was doing.

“I know.” Christine White could see that the man was getting a little impatient, and not daring to say anything more, she obediently took a seat on the other side of him.

Shortly after sitting down, a flight attendant in the plane informed the plane was about to take off.

Christine White gripped the seatbelt around her waist, feeling inexplicably a little nervous.

As the minutes ticked by, the plane finally took off.

Christine White held her breath and leaned her body back.

She knew that when an airplane took off, there was a percentage of people who would experience some mild discomfort, and she had that, so she held her breath every time she flew.

I thought the discomfort that had arisen this time was similar to the past, but she was so wrong.

The moment the plane lifted off the ground, Christine White only felt a huge wave of nausea hit her, her ears buzzed and her head fainted, even her chest felt like there was a rock blocking her and she couldn’t breathe.

She couldn’t help but grunt in pain.

Baird Lane heard it, and looked puzzled, and hastily put down the magazine in his hand.

“What’s wrong with you?” He looked at her.

Christine White leaned back in her seat, a face frighteningly white and a cold sweat seeping from her forehead, “I’m so sick …”

“Where is it hard?” Baird Lane probed over and felt her forehead.

Instead of being hot, it’s still cold.

“It’s hard all over …” Christine White said weakly as she struggled to pick open one eyelid.

She just felt like throwing up.

“I’ll ask if there’s a doctor.” Baird Lane said, about to unbuckle his belt around his waist.

In her case, it looks like it’s what Ives Norton was talking about.

“Wait a minute …,” Christine White said as she reached out and pulled Baird Lane to a stop.