Christine White didn’t expect him to make such a shameless request, she was very angry in her heart, and her little face bulged, “No good, Mr. Dong, don’t you think you’re going overboard?”
“Fighting for what you want is considered excessive?” Hugh Dong coldly snorted in disbelief.
Christine White squeezed her palms, “I’m sorry Mr. Dong, but your offer is off the table.”
“So you don’t want to know who Molly Bort’s sister really is?” Hugh Dong narrowed his eyes.
Christine White laughed in exasperation, “If just because I want to know this, let me betray myself, I’m sorry to say that, then I’m disgusted with myself, so since Mr. Dong doesn’t want to talk about it, I’ll take my leave, I’m sure I can find it on my own even if I don’t have you, after all, there’s no shortage of detective agencies anywhere.”
With that, she turned and prepared to leave.
Hugh Dong, however, suddenly pulled her hand, “Wait a minute.”
Christine White frowned, “Is there anything else for Mr. Dong?”
“You’re still really stubborn.” Hugh Dong let her hand go and suddenly let out a bitter laugh.
Christine White wondered what the hell he wanted, and her brow grew a little impatient, “Chief Dong …”
“Okay, okay.” Hugh Dong raised his hand and hastily interrupted her, “Okay, I’ll be honest with you, I can’t outright identify Molly Bort’s sister for other reasons, but I can point you in the right direction, Ives Norton.”
“Ives?” asked Christine White, cocking her head in bewilderment, “What does that have to do with him.”
“Of course it’s relevant, because he was the first among us to know that Molly Bort had a sister, but I do think he’s sure he won’t say anything about it, after all, that individual is of a very unusual status.” Hugh Dong said, his gaze fixed meaningfully on her face.
Christine White seethed a little at his look, rather uncomfortably, while a touch of strangeness rose in her heart.
“Unusual is unusual, what are you looking at me for?” Christine White touched her face, puzzled.
Hugh Dong’s eyes flickered for a moment and he smiled, “It’s nothing, you’ve memorized what I said just now, right?”
Christine White nodded.
“Now that you’ve made a note of it, it’s up to you whether you look it up yourself or ask Ives Norton, but I’d suggest you look it up yourself, because the results, may come as more of a thrill than if someone else had told you, and there’s one more thing.” Hugh Dong glanced at the watch on his wrist.
“Yes?” Christine White waited for his next words.
Christine White put up a finger and waved it, “Next time you want my hair, you can just tell me, with the affection I have for you, how could I not give it to you.”
“You …” Christine White’s eyes widened in shock, “You knew?”
“This is my territory, do you think you can hide it from me?” Hugh Dong hooked his lips in a smile.
Christine White lowered her head in embarrassment, “I’m sorry, I …”
“Alright, if there’s nothing else, you go back first, I’m going out, of course, if you can’t leave me alone, you can go out with me, how about I take you for a ride?” Hugh Dong winked at her.
Christine White’s small face darkened, “No, I’m sorry for disturbing Mr. Dong for so long, I’ll leave first.”
She bowed slightly at him and turned to leave.
With a click, the door to the villa slammed back shut, and the hangdog on Hugh Dong’s face slowly sank and eventually disappeared, to be replaced by an expanse of cold.
The housekeeper’s aunt forced her fear of him to come to his side, “Sir, the last hair thing …”
“There is no next time!” Hugh Dong coldly spat out four words.
Big mom shivered and hurriedly answered, “Yes, yes, yes, I know it’s wrong, I won’t do it again.”
“It’s a good thing I came back in time that day, otherwise you would have ruined all my plans.” Hugh Dong looked at her grimly.
The older woman scrunched her neck and didn’t dare to speak.
Hugh Dong averted his eyes, “Spread the word about Christine White coming to the villa to see me privately, I want Baird Lane to know.”
“Yes.” Big Mom rushed off to do as she was told.
Half an hour later, Gates told Baird Lane about Christine White’s visit to Hugh Dong’s villa.
Baird Lane tapped his long, slender fingers on the cool desktop a few times as he listened, “What did she go to Hugh Dong for?”
“I don’t know about that, and I only relayed it to you when I saw it mentioned in a large group in the villa area.” Gates waved his cell phone.
Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed into a straight line of displeasure.
Gates saw this and reminded, “Does President Lane want to ask Mrs.?”
Baird Lane lowered his eyes, “No, wait till tonight, how’s the new classifieds coming along?”
Mentioning the business, Gates immediately straightened his back and replied seriously, “No progress yet, after all, to completely phase out the old secrets, we need to make more important breakthroughs on the old secrets to be able to do so, but this is not something that can be accomplished in a short period of time, so …”
“As soon as possible.” Baird Lane pinched his brow, interrupting him somewhat wearily, “Otherwise the people behind this, are going to start making moves.”
“Okay.” Gates nodded.
Baird Lane glanced up at him when he didn’t leave, “Anything else?”
“Miss Molly Bort made an appointment for you.” Gates hesitated for a few seconds before returning.
Baird Lane’s brow furrowed hard, “When did this happen?”
“I wasn’t going to tell you an hour ago, but she never left.” Gates shrugged bitterly.
Baird Lane mused, “Did she say anything about what happened?”
“That’s not true, but she cried when she came.” Gates thought back to meeting Molly Bort.
Baird Lane sneered and grunted, “Crying? Had a fight with Toby Dean, you go, send her away, and by the way, tell her that if it’s not about Leo Bort’s whereabouts, then there’s no need for me to meet with her.”
“Yes.” Gates responded.
After he left, Baird Lane picked up his pen and started working on his job.
By mid-afternoon, he scanned the time in the lower right corner of his computer, remembered that he had to return to the old mansion in the evening, and without delay, he simply got up and left the office.
Back at the villa, it was an hour later.
Christine White willed Baird Lane to come back at this time and was still a bit surprised, and while helping him receive his briefcase, she couldn’t help but speak, “You’re back really early today.”
Usually he stepped back in time for dinner.
Coming back at this hour should be considered an early retirement.
“Back to pick you up at the old mansion.” Baird Lane returned, changing his shoes and heading for the living room.
Christine White followed him upside down, “I thought you were going straight to the old mansion.”
“Go change.” Baird Lane reminded her.
Christine White looked down at herself in this outfit, too homely and plain for the old mansion indeed, and after a hmmm, darted up the stairs in a hurry.
Baird Lane was sitting on the couch in the living room, drinking tea as he waited for her.
After waiting about ten minutes or so, Christine White came down.
Baird Lane swept her off her feet, the long skirt and coat, combined with her small, clean face, looked sensible and innocent.
“You …” Baird Lane squints and lets out a syllable.
Christine White tilted her head at him, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s okay, this one suits you.” Baird Lane gave her a rare compliment.
He also only now realized that the woman’s recent dressing style had changed a lot from before.
She used to be no different than a college student just entering college, whether it was her clothes and shoes or her hair, bland and tasteless.
But now, finally, there’s a hint of mature woman’s style.
Christine White’s eyes curved into a crescent moon as she listened to the man’s compliment, “Thank you.”
“That’s how you’ll wear it from now on.” Baird Lane lifted his hand and straightened the sea of Luise on her forehead.
Christine White nodded repeatedly, “Good.”
“Let’s go.” Baird Lane put his hand down and led the way out of the villa.
In the car, Christine White was putting on her seatbelt when Baird Lane started the car and suddenly asked, “I heard you went to see Hugh Dong in the morning?