“Enough!” Baird Lane growled lowly with an unsettled look on his face.
Molly Bort’s body shook with fear and she almost didn’t even hold the phone.
Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and said in a cold voice: “What do you think I am, still being threatened? Molly Bort, you yourself are stupid and poisonous, you don’t know how to reflect on it, instead you come to ask me if it is because of someone else that I suddenly changed my mind to let Leo Bort go to jail, so what if I ask clearly? Will I release Leo Bort after asking?”
Molly Bort froze.
How could she not have expected to be called stupid and poisonous?
And this is the same man who scolded her and once held her in the palm of his hand.
Such a fall from grace was too much for her!
“Baird, how could you say that about me.” Molly Bort cried her heart out, “Was my suspicion wrong? If it wasn’t Christine White, how could you let my dad go to jail? Baird, you’ve changed, you’re not the same Baird Lane I used to know.”
“Molly Bort, you’re wrong on that one, I haven’t changed, you’re the one who’s really changed.” Baird Lane corrected her.
Christine White glanced at the little mouth.
She didn’t know what the old Molly Bort was like, but from what she’d learned from Ives Norton and Aunt Lucy.
Molly Bort’s nature has always been this way, good at disguises, and it’s never changed at all, okay?
It’s obvious that he just couldn’t see it through his own filter before, which is why he’s now saying Molly Bort has changed.
This little gesture of Christine White’s was unerringly caught in Baird Lane’s eye, causing him to raise an eyebrow.
What did she just say?
Despising him?
“I’ve changed? Baird you say I’ve changed?” Molly Bort’s voice pulled Baird Lane’s mind back from Christine White.
Baird Lane pursed his lips coldly, “Yes, you have become vicious and selfish, you use everything for your own sake, you should be thankful that you got this disease to get me to let you go, otherwise you should be in jail with Leo Bort right now.”
Molly Bort was stunned by his comment and asked incredulously, “Baird, you … You originally wanted me to go to jail too?”
Her voice was noticeably sharper than it had been a moment ago.
Baird Lane nodded, “Good, so now you should be thinking about what you should do to atone for your sins instead of coming and begging me to let Leo Bort out, and besides Molly Bort I’ll tell you what, don’t even think about going to any extremes to threaten me into letting Leo Bort out, just do that and I’ll dare Leo Bort to pay a worse price. ”
“No ….. . baird you can’t …”
“I can, as long as you dare, so be nice.” Baird Lane interrupts her and then quickly snuffs out the phone.
He turned his cell phone off and tossed it aside, looking over at Christine White, “Relieved now? She came begging and I didn’t agree to release Leo Bort.”
Christine White’s heart was happy, but her face didn’t show the slightest bit, “You didn’t say yes, but Molly Bort won’t give up, she’ll definitely continue to look for you afterward.”
“The result is the same.” Baird Lane said as he sat down.
Christine White lowered her eyes, “If you can do it that’s certainly better, but I’m still worried about what might happen.”
“No it won’t, don’t think too much about it, come on, have something to eat with me.” Baird Lane took her hand.
Christine White quickly shook her head, “No no no, I just ate, I’m already full, you can eat by yourself.”
If she ate with him any longer, her stomach would burst.
I’ve just taken two antidiabetic tablets and my stomach is just barely feeling better now, so I don’t want to come back and have a hard time again.
Baird Lane, seeing the dryness of Christine White’s refusal and not forcing her, got up and headed for the table.
Christine White just sat down on the couch and casually picked up the remote and turned the TV on and watched it, which was a disguised way of eating with him.
By the time he finished eating, it was half an hour later.
Baird Lane screwed a bottle of red wine out and held it up toward Christine White, “Want some?”
Christine White was about to refuse, but then thinking that today was a good day, she swallowed back the refusal she was about to say and said instead, “Sure.”
Just think of it as a celebration of Leo Bort going to jail.
Thinking so, Christine White had no resistance to drinking, and graciously took the glass and took a sip, “It’s good.”
Baird Lane laughed softly, “This is the most authentic Lafite, specially transferred from a foreign cellar.”
“So, isn’t that expensive?” Christine White inquired as she looked at the bright red blood-like liquid in the goblet.
Baird Lane shook his glass and glibly returned, “It’s not that expensive, you’re probably looking at tens of thousands for this one.”
“What?” Christine White’s body pinched forward, almost falling off the couch, “A few … Tens of thousands?”
“Uh-huh.”
“That expensive?” Christine White looked at the bottle of wine on the coffee table like she’d seen a ghost.
Baird Lane’s lips quirked, “Is it expensive?”
“Uh … Big brother I was wrong, it’s indeed not expensive for you.” Christine White’s corner of her eye twitched, reacting with hindsight that this was the richest lord of them all, and to him, a bottle of several hundred thousand dollars wasn’t really expensive.
She remembers that the old master’s place of the top big red robe is called really expensive it, ten grams are nearly a million.
It’s true that the life of the rich is beyond one’s imagination.
“You don’t have to be surprised, and you should get used to it, in the future you’re only going to be attending more and more parties, and you’re going to be making more and more friends, and something like wine is the best way to knock on doors, so you shouldn’t think that it’s expensive, and you’re even going to have to learn to savor it.” Baird Lane said and tilted his head back to drink the wine in his glass.
Christine White listened to him and nodded after a moment of thought, “I know, I’ll learn.”
“Well, but there’s no need to rush, just take your time and learn.” Baird Lane poured himself another glass, then asked if she wanted one.
Christine White waved her hand in refusal.
Baird Lane wasn’t persuaded, and after putting the bottle down asked abruptly, “When are you moving back to the cottage with me?”
“Moving back to the cottage?” Christine White was slightly stunned.
Baird Lane lifted his chin, “You moved out before because you had it in your heart that I didn’t get justice for our child, but now that Leo Bort is in, it’s time for you to come back with me, isn’t it?”
Christine White was silent.
Honestly, she felt fine living here, she didn’t really want to move back.
He does seem to be right though, and it doesn’t make sense for her to continue to live here now that Leo Bort is in.
At the thought, Christine White sighed weakly and inaccessibly, “Tomorrow.”
A surprise skimmed the bottom of Baird Lane’s eyes, “Good.”
He had thought that she would refuse, but he hadn’t thought that she would actually agree to go back to the villa with him so easily
He had originally thought that it didn’t matter if she didn’t go back, but the big deal was that he would move all his stuff over and live here with her from now on.
But since she had agreed to go back with him, there was naturally no need for her to carry anything over.
“In a couple days, come back to the old mansion with me.” Baird Lane added as he took a sip of his drink.
Christine White yawned, “What are you doing back at the old mansion?”
“Grandma’s day of sacrifice is coming up.” Baird Lane replied.
Christine White drifted off, “So that’s it, I forgot.”
She was a little embarrassed.
Although she hadn’t been to the old mansion to pay homage to The Lane Family’s ancestors in the previous three years, she had heard from Aunt Lucy that when the day of sacrifice of whoever in the old mansion arrived, she would prepare some suitable gifts and ask Aunt Lucy to help her send them over.
And this time, on the day of her grandmother’s sacrifice, she actually almost forgot.
“Do I need to be preparing something in when I go over there?” Christine White inquired.
Baird Lane held down his brow bone, “No, just go with your people.”
“Okay then.” Christine White nodded her head, indicating that she knew, but in her heart, she still had already decided to prepare some suitable gifts to bring over, as she had done in previous years.
“Are you tired?” Baird Lane asked with a raised eyebrow when he saw her yawn again.