The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Phoebe took a glance at her face and pulled open the car door and got in.

Tina’s heart was pounding, but she still got into the car with a stiff upper lip.

“I can’t see that Miss Tina is still quite open in the circle of rich kids.” Phoebe took out her own makeup mirror and carefully checked her makeup: “But the reputation, it seems a bit not very good.”

Tina took a deep breath, an embarrassed smile appeared on her face, and didn’t answer the question.

Phoebe glanced at her and sneered, “Why don’t you defend yourself, the last time you cleaned up that Lindsey couldn’t, weren’t you very able to talk.”

Tina clenched her fist fiercely, her head hanging very low, trying to hide the indignation in her eyes, and spoke weakly: “I’m sorry!”

“Don’t be.” Phoebe put away her makeup mirror and pursed her red lips with contempt: “It’s not hard to marry into The Grant family, but you have to listen to me.”

Tina lifted her head and looked at her noncommittally.

“Don’t believe me?” Phoebe hooked her lips and suddenly smiled, “Bruce has been sick for the past two days, and as his old classmate, shouldn’t you make a phone call to offer your condolences.”

Bruce is sick? Tina’s eyes flickered slightly, the corners of her lips slowly floated a trace of unnatural smile: “How are you going to help me.”

“I’ll find a way to arrange for you to see him in the next few days, provided he still has the strength to see you.” Phoebe saw that she was tempted and continued to throw out the bait: “Old Mr. Grant likes a smart girls.”

Tina was impressed, but she knew that Phoebe’s words could not be taken at face value.

After a few seconds of careful consideration, she took out her cell phone and dialed Bruce’s number, seemingly without thinking: “I’ll try to see if he’ll answer my call.”

At this end, Bruce and Lindsey were already in the car, driving at an even speed out of Cloud Mountain Province.

The annoying phone kept ringing, and he looked at the number impatiently, and quickly removed the battery.

Lindsey watched his actions suspiciously and wondered, “Who’s calling, you’re so impatient.”

“Tina,” Bruce finished, sullenly turning his head to look out the window.

“For the sake of someone so persevering, you should answer the phone.” Lindsey stifled a laugh and followed Tina’s actions as she spoke, calling out delicately, “Bruce …”

Bruce did not move, just the corners of his mouth subconsciously twitched.

B city side, Tina even dialed three times did not answer, and then called but became not in the service area, so a disappointed look at Phoebe: “not answer.”

No one’s phone does not answer, in the end is really very sick, or what conspiracy is hidden inside … Phoebe pondered thoughtfully for a moment, faintly gave an expulsion order: “Today first here, I will be in touch with you at any time.”

Tina smiled as she nodded and got out of the car with ease.

After seeing Phoebe walk away, she returned to her car, and it took her a long time to get over it.

It’s just that she’s from a good background, and without that skin she’s not as good as Phoebe!

At dusk, a Land Rover Evoque crashed through the golden sunset, bumping along the way, driving into the town of Samuel, more than 400 kilometers from the provincial capital of Cloud Mountain.

Lindsey leaned out of the car window, her eyes greedily looking at the familiar relatives and sights, while giving the driver directions.

The Heard family’s house was built in the foothills on the outskirts of town, and within minutes, the car was outside the door.

She couldn’t wait for the car to stop, immediately opened the door and jumped down, pushing open the heavy wooden door: “Grandpa, I’m home.”

After a few loud shouts, a pale, hunched figure slowly appeared in the hall.

“Grandpa!” Lindsey exclaimed, monkey-like jumped over and took Old Mr. Heard’s arm: “Why is the doctor’s office not open today.”

“Lindsey’s back?” Old Mr. Heard is over eighty years old, but his body is very strong.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

He looked Lindsey up and down with a smile, and it was only when the car pulled into the courtyard that he reacted as an afterthought, wondering, “Your friend?”

“Well, I wanted to tell you before I came back, and Warren forbade me to.” Lindsey spat out her tongue and said with a smile, “It’s to see you for a cure.”

“Since they’re here to be cured, you set up their rooms and I’ll go get some food and come back.” Old Mr. Heard narrowed the slit of his eyes, looked at Bruce from afar through the car window, and went out of the courtyard.

By the time Bruce got out of the car, Old Mr. Heard was long gone.

“Was that too rude?” Controlling the wheelchair and sliding it beside Lindsey, he said embarrassedly, “I’m a guest, anyway.”

“My grandfather doesn’t care about such formalities.” Lindsey slapped him on the shoulder with a big grin and laughed, “The yard is wide enough for you to move around while I cook dinner.”

“I thought you said you didn’t know how to?” Bruce asked casually, seeing her with a bad grin on her face, and instantly understood.

What she said was never true or false, it was hard to tell.

Old Mr. Heard came back from a trip, with half a white cut chicken and some barbecued pork in his hand. After greeting Bruce in the yard, he went straight to the kitchen.

Lindsey had just put oil in the pan and smiled when she saw him enter: “Wait five minutes, it will be ready soon.”

“Lindsey still loves me the most, your brothers haven’t come back to see me for months.” Old Mr. Heard raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the courtyard: “The boy’s illness can still be cured, but he has to suffer a lot of pain, will he be able to.”

“I don’t know if he’ll be able to take it.” Lindsey frowned and looked out too, making a face at Old Mr. Heard: “You can cure whatever you want, it’s his business if he can’t hold on.”

“Is he your boyfriend?” Old Mr. Heard stroked his tiger’s whiskers, smiling and joking: “He’s not bad looking, but he hasn’t suffered, he looks like a child of a rich family.”

“I’m not interested in sick people, you can see that much, can you see that he was in the army?” Lindsey bristled: “Why do you and Warren look at people with eyes like with X-rays.”

“Yes, if he hadn’t been a soldier, how could Warren let you bring a man back.” The smile on Old Mr. Heard’s face took on a more sly flavor: “Do you like him.”

Lindsey was about to open her mouth to retort when she saw Bruce’s wheelchair had reached the kitchen door and hurriedly changed the subject: “You go find help for him.”

Old Mr. Heard stood up, but did not say anything.

It is obvious that there is no silver bullet here! I don’t need to hear the answer, I also know she will say the opposite.

Lifting his feet out of the kitchen, Old Mr. Heard gestured for Bruce to follow him outside the door and headed for the woodshed next to the yard.

Bruce followed honestly, asking nothing and saying nothing.

Compared to his grandfather, Old Mr. Heard’s aura is not weak at all.

The aura of the grandfather is mostly the majesty of the superior, as well as the determination and dominance refined by years of military service.

But Old Mr. Heard gave him the feeling of a dormant tiger, as long as the claws are shown, it is sure to make people disturbed.

One Warren is already so difficult to deal with, now add Old Mr. Heard, and Lindsey’s other two brothers he has not yet met, Bruce suddenly feel to pursue her, it is really difficult!