Molly Bort ruffled her eyelids lightly and asked, without answering, “Where’s Baird?”
It’s as if she’s the mistress of this villa.
Christine White frowned uncomfortably, “You haven’t answered my question, what are you doing here?”
“I’m here to see Baird.” Molly Bort put down her teacup.
“He’s not.” Christine White said coldly as she took a seat across from her.
Molly Bort blushed instantly, “Where did he go?”
“Call him yourself and ask.” Christine White flicked her nails, not wanting to answer.
Molly Bort is furious when she sees that Christine White won’t talk, and her face turns red.
Her phone number has long been blacked out by Baird Lane.
If she could get through, why would she have to ask in person?
What’s more, she can’t even get into Baird Lane’s company to see him now, or she wouldn’t have come here to block him.
“Christine White, are you sure you don’t want to tell me?” Molly Bort narrowed her eyes, her tone vaguely coercive.
Christine White looked at her warily, “What do you want?”
Molly Bort laughed, but it was a sneer, “I’ll do nothing as long as you tell me honestly where Baird is and when he’ll be back, or I can’t promise, what I’ll do.”
She picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table and pulled a knife twist on her fingertips.
Seeing this, Christine White didn’t understand what she meant, and a wave of anger rose in her heart, “You threatened me!”
Molly Bort slumped lazily on the couch, “How can anything be accomplished without threats, so you won’t say anything now?”
Christine White laughed angrily, “Fine, I tell you, he is working overtime in his company, if you want to find him, go to his company, you are not welcome here, please get out!”
She had to admit that she was threatened by Molly Bort.
If Molly Bort did hurt herself here, the consequences would be something she couldn’t necessarily afford.
Let’s just say, Molly Bort, this woman, is despicable!
“I’m not leaving.” Molly Bort put down her fruit knife and crossed her legs, “I’ll just wait here until Baird gets back.”
“What’s the use of you waiting here, he’s not sure when he’ll be back.” Christine White reminded her.
Molly Bort smoothed out the wig that had fallen over her shoulder, “It’s okay, I can wait as long as it takes.”
She looked so uncomplaining that Christine White’s stomach turned and even the air felt bad, desperate to get rid of her.
“If you want to wait, please go out and wait, not here!”
“Why can’t I wait here, this is Baird’s cottage, not yours Christine White.” Molly Bort sneered.
Christine White tugged coldly at the corner of her mouth, “But I’m the hostess here, and I don’t want you here, so you’re going to have to leave or I’m going to call security.”
“Do you think I’m afraid?” Molly Bort looped her arms.
Christine White took the fruit knife away from in front of her, eliminating the possibility of being threatened by her again, and asked again, “Are you really not leaving?”
“No go!” Molly Bort lifted her chin in a what-can-you-do-about-me kind of way.
Christine White laughed coldly in her heart and shouted to Aunt Lucy who was beside her, “Aunt Lucy, call the security guards, tell them that there is someone trespassing here and ask them to send someone over.”
“Yes, I’m on my way!” Aunt Lucy hurriedly did as she was told.
Molly Bort’s eyes widened and she gouged hard at Christine White, “Christine White, don’t you dare come with me for real.”
“What wouldn’t I dare, I told you to leave and you didn’t, so I’ll just have to give you a hard time or you’ll think I’m easy to bully.” Christine White grunted.
Molly Bort’s chest heaved violently with anger and her face contorted, “Christine White, you’re looking for death, don’t you fear Baird’s wrath if you dare to do this to me?”
“You’re overthinking it, do you think you’re still the same person he used to be able to defend without a bottom line? I’m telling you, no more, you’re just a vicious woman to him now who uses him as a backup.” Christine White disliked back without fear.
Molly Bort was trembling all over, and her eyes were scarlet and bulging as if she wanted to eat someone.
“Christine White, don’t you dare call me vicious?” She couldn’t control her emotions anymore and got up from the couch and lunged at Christine White, trying to scratch Christine White’s face.
Christine White rushed to the side at the sight, then picked up the glass of water on the coffee table and slammed it down on her.
Molly Bort was splattered and dumbfounded for a moment, frozen in place for a few moments before she slowed down and screamed out of control, “Christine White!”
Christine White calmly put down her water cup, “Calm down now? You want to beat me up in my house, don’t see if you have the qualifications.”
“You … you …” Molly Bort was too angry to speak.
Christine White didn’t bother to pay any more attention to her and turned her head toward the door.
Aunt Lucy is back with two security guards.
Christine White smiled politely at the security guard before pointing to Molly Bort, “Please, get her out of my house, thank you.”
The two security guards already knew from Aunt Lucy on their way here that Molly Bort was a trespasser, so they didn’t think twice about agreeing to Christine White’s request.
Molly Bort, seeing the two security guards actually coming over to grab her, dodged and warned sternly, “Get away from me, don’t touch me, do you know who I am?”
Hearing this, the two security guards jerked to a halt, then looked to Christine White for help.
Christine White smiled slightly, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, “Don’t you worry, she’s nobody’s daughter now, just a criminal’s daughter.”
“So it is.” The guard let out a dazed oh.
Since it’s a prisoner’s daughter, what are they afraid of?
So the two security guards had no more scruples, and went forward to hold Molly Bort with one left and one right, and took her out of the villa forcefully.
Aunt Lucy, all but stunned by Christine White’s thunderous presence, swallowed hard and said, “Ma’am, you’re amazing.”
Christine White put down the fruit knife, “There’s no way, when dealing with a scoundrel like Molly Bort, you can only be stronger, Aunt Lucy, I’ll go upstairs to change and rest for a while.”
When she finished, she lifted her foot toward the stairs.
After about two or three hours upstairs, Aunt Lucy came up and knocked on the door, “Ma’am, sir is back.”
Christine White went over and opened the door, “When did you get back?”
“Just now.” Aunt Lucy returned, then looked suddenly contemptuous, “And Molly Bort was there, too, and is pestering Mister to let Leo Bort go at this very moment.”
“She was there?” Christine White was stunned, a few moments of confusion in her eyes, “Didn’t I have security take her away?”
“It was taken away, but the woman is cunning, and after being taken out, she has been waiting outside for Monsieur, and I have only just learned of it, and now that I have waited for Monsieur, she has not come in with him.”
Christine White skimmed her lips in a mocking smile when she heard this, “She’s pretty persistent.”
“Not really, really think mister is still the same mister as before, softened by a few cries from her, overthink her.” Aunt Lucy grimaced.
Christine White gathered her coat around her, “Come on Aunt Lucy, let’s go down and have a look.”
“Yes.”
Downstairs, before Christine White could approach, she could hear Molly Bort’s sobbing from afar, “Baird, you can’t be so heartless, my dad is the only family I have left and he’s not well, he really can’t go to jail, I’m begging you, just let him go, okay? I beg you!”
“It’s no use begging me, it’s not that I won’t let him go, it’s that the law won’t let him go, understand?” Baird Lane’s cool, scanty voice rang out.
Molly Bort tearfully shook her head, “No Baird, you can save my dad, just drop the charges and tell the police department side that you wronged my dad and that my dad is innocent, that way he can get out.”
“But you also said that as long as you’re innocent you won’t go to jail, but only if your father he’s innocent?” Baird Lane looked at Molly Bort with a slight hint of a sneer in his eyes.