Baird Lane lifted his chin slightly, “Not bad.”
“Looks like it’s okay then, doesn’t it.” Christine White hemmed and hawed twice, picking up the tickets and gleefully looking at them again.
Baird Lane saw how happy she was, and the little bit of discomfort he felt in his heart, dissipated.
“Take your time, I’m going to the study to make a phone call.” After saying that, he got up and headed upstairs.
Christine White lifted her head and watched him disappear down the stairway before putting the tickets away carefully, then took out her cell phone and searched online for information about the fashion show, lest it would be bad to make a fool of herself watching it.
She watched until eleven o’clock at night, when Aunt Lucy came over to remind her that it was time for her to rest, and only then did she reluctantly put down her cell phone and go upstairs to her room.
Baird Lane had not yet returned and was still busy in his study.
Christine White knew he must be about company business, so she didn’t bother him, and after washing up, she climbed into bed and lay down to sleep.
It was the next morning when I woke up again.
The first thing Christine White did when she opened her eyes was to look toward her side, which was decidedly empty, but the dented pillow showed that Baird Lane had returned last night.
I just don’t know when he came back.
Thinking about it, Christine White reached over to where Baird Lane had been lying, and it was cold, no longer the slightest bit warm, so it was obvious that he had been gone for a long time.
In the past two days, he almost always went to bed late and woke up early, for a long time, I don’t know if his body can survive, after all, he is thirty years old.
“Ma’am.” At that moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded and Aunt Lucy’s voice came through the door, “Are you up?”
Christine White rubbed her eyes and sat up, “I’m up, Aunt Lucy you come in.”
The door to the room was pushed open and Aunt Lucy walked in holding a clothes basket, “Good morning ma’am.”
“Morning.” Christine White yawned, “What’s Aunt Lucy doing calling for me so early in the morning?”
She asked with little spirit.
Aunt Lucy put the clothes basket down, “Just now Master called and said that he wants you to go back to the old mansion with Mister for dinner tonight.”
“Back to the old mansion?” Christine White paused for a moment in fixing her hair, then was puzzled, “Why did Grandpa suddenly remember to ask us to go back to the old mansion?”
“Mistress you forgot, the annual business alliance will be here soon, this year it is our turn for The Lane Family to host it, Master called you all back, I think it is because he wants to give you the task of setting up the venue for this alliance.” Aunt Lucy returned.
Christine White completely froze, “Leave it to us? But I don’t know anything, and I haven’t attended any of these league events in years past.”
She did know that there was this business alliance, which was an event where some business tycoons got together and then analyzed the business direction for the next year, as well as bringing their heirs to make official appearances.
Only Baird Lane never took her there.
“What does it matter if you don’t know, if you don’t know, then learn.” Aunt Lucy smiled in disbelief, “Don’t worry ma’am, Master and Mr. will teach you how to do it when the time comes, don’t worry, get up and eat breakfast.”
“… Good.” Christine White forced a smile and lifted the covers off the bed, heading for the bathroom.
After washing up, she went downstairs.
Aunt Lucy had already set her breakfast out for her and she walked over and sat down, picking up her knife and fork and eating absentmindedly.
After eating, she said hello to Aunt Lucy and left the villa, heading towards Hugh Dong’s villa.
She didn’t save Hugh Dong’s phone number, and her previous call records were deleted, so much so that she can’t contact him at all now, and the only way to find him is to go to his company or to his villa.
She also wondered if he was at the villa at this time, and if not, she would find a way to meet him at his company.
In the middle of her thoughts, Christine White was already standing at the entrance of Hugh Dong’s villa.
She fixed her eyes on the front door, which was similar to that of the Baird Lane cottage, then took a deep breath and raised her hand to ring the doorbell.
The door opened quickly, but the one who opened the door was not Hugh Dong, but a middle-aged lady about the same age as Aunt Lucy.
The older woman eyed Christine White suspiciously before she opened her mouth to inquire, “And you are?”
“Hello, I’m from that cottage, my last name is White,” Christine White pointed in the direction of Baird Lane cottage.
Auntie looked around, her cloudy eyes quickly skimmed a different color before smiling warmly, “So it’s the wife of Sister Song’s family, may I ask what’s the matter?”
“I’m here to see Chief Dong, is he in?” Christine White asked.
The older woman nodded her head back and forth, “Yes, Mrs. Lane please come in.”
With that said, she pulled the door fully open and gestured for Christine White to enter.
Christine White thanked her before lifting her feet and walking into the villa.
It was her first time to go to someone else’s villa, and she was momentarily uncomfortable, and sat down in a very formal manner after being introduced to the living room by the older woman.
“Just a moment Mrs. Lane, I’ll go upstairs and call our husband.” The older woman poured Christine White a glass of water and stomped upstairs.
A short while later, footsteps came from the stairwell.
Christine White put down her glass of water and subconsciously looked up, only to see Hugh Dong slowly coming down the stairs while wearing a tie.
“How rare, that you would come to me of your own accord.” He spoke flirtatiously.
Christine White stood up, “I’m sorry to bother you.”
“Intrusive no, but you come over here, does President Lane know?” Hugh Dong walked up to her and looked at her.
Christine White looked away, “He doesn’t know.”
“He came to me without knowing about you, so it seems that in your heart, I really am still much more important than him.” Hugh Dong smiled lowly.
Christine White rolled her eyes and ignored his flowery mouth, her tone became serious, “Mr. Dong, please be serious, I came to you to ask you a few questions.”
“What’s the problem?” Hugh Dong sat down.
Christine White inhaled softly, “It’s about the last time, you told me that Molly Bort had a sister.”
“Oh?” Hugh Dong raised his eyebrows, “You still remembered it, didn’t you say last time that it had nothing to do with you, I thought you had already forgotten about it, what, you’re bringing this up now, are you trying to find someone?”
“There’s that idea, but I’d like to know a little more specifically if that sister, Molly Bort, is real or not.” Christine White looked at him.
Hugh Dong poured himself a glass of water and lazily took a sip before answering, “I never lie, whether it’s my previous confession to you or this matter, what I said is true, it’s just that you don’t want to believe me.”
Christine White dropped her eyes, “I’m sorry, it’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just so unbelievable.”
“There’s nothing unbelievable, say, do you still want to know from me, who that sister of Molly Bort is and where she is right?” Hugh Dong smirked and curled his lips.
Mind blown, Christine White touched the tip of her nose in some embarrassment, “So … are you willing to tell me?”
“No!” Hugh Dong said straight back.
Christine White froze, “Why?”
“No reason, don’t want to talk about it, how nice to watch the show.” Hugh Dong spread his hands and smiled a little indebtedly.
Christine White pursed her lips, “Mr. Dong, what exactly do you want before you tell me?”
“Be my woman!” Hugh Dong’s narrow phoenix eyes flicked upward.
“What?” Christine White’s small face changed slightly and she subconsciously took a step back.
Hugh Dong stood up and approached her step by step, “I’ll tell you everything you want to know as long as you’re my woman, and not only that, I can make The Bort Family cease to exist and completely avenge your death, instead of dragging my feet on a revenge like Baird Lane who was so concerned about this and that, Christine. What do you think of my offer?”