Bang!
Christine White’s forehead hit the windshield unawares, causing her to gasp in pain.
Baird Lane, not expecting this turn of events, slammed his foot on the brake and the car squealed before coming to a stop.
He unbuckled himself and reached down to check on her, frowning when he saw a red patch on her forehead, “Why so stupid?”
Christine White got a little upset, “Where am I stupid, you’re the one who asked this question out of the blue …”
“You’re the one who’s weak, aren’t you?” Baird glanced at her coldly, then opened the car mini-fridge and took out a can of cold beer from it and threw it to her, “Ice yourself, lest grandpa sees it and thinks I’m bullying you.”
“You would have bullied me.” Christine White muttered.
Baird Lane heard her and stared at her without speaking.
Christine White scowled and said nothing.
Baird Lane brought his eyes back and tapped his fingers on the reverse disk, “Say, what were you doing there looking for Hugh Dong?”
“Just asking a few questions, but how do you know …”
“Gates saw it in the big group in the villa area, and the person who sent the message, was Hugh Dong’s housekeeper.” Baird Lane said with an expressionless face.
Christine White froze for a split second and reacted, “Are you saying that Hugh Dong purposely posted about me going to see him?”
“Or what do you think? He’s doing nothing more than wanting me to know.” Baird Lane grunted.
Christine White bit her lower lip, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize he …”
Hugh Dong did this, supposedly to make Baird Lane misunderstand and then provoke her relationship with Baird Lane.
What an insidious man.
“Okay, I’m not interested in what he wants, I just want to know what questions you asked him.” Baird Lane restarted the car.
Christine White held the cold beer on her forehead, “It’s not really a problem, it’s just …”
She didn’t hide anything, and briefly described both her purpose and her journey to Hugh Dong.
Baird Lane’s narrow eyes narrowed to slits as he listened, “Ives Norton …”
“Well, he said Ives Norton knew, but whether or not he knew exactly, I don’t know, and I didn’t bother to ask Ives Norton,” Christine White turned her gaze out the window.
The only thing she couldn’t figure out was why Hugh Dong had emphasized her three times to find out for herself.
“If what Hugh Dong said is true, and there really is such a person, then this matter, I’ll deal with it, you just stay good and don’t be meddling in these matters.” Baird Lane reminded.
Christine White beamed, “I was trying to do the same for you.”
“Thanks, you’re doing my job for me by keeping yourself safe, nothing else needs to be handled by you, understand?” Baird Lane warned again.
Christine White didn’t dare to really sing against him, so she nodded her head a few times in a row, but what was in her heart, no one knew but herself.
When they arrived at the old mansion, the two were just in time for dinner.
The old man has been waiting in the dining room for a while, seeing the two people come over together, suddenly the old eyes are smiling narrowed, and hastily greeted the two people to sit down.
The dinner was sumptuous, specially arranged by the old man for the kitchen to make it.
And while the Old Mansion’s chef was clearly better at his craft than Aunt Lucy, Christine White ate so much that she stopped her chopsticks late, when her stomach was a little full.
“Now that you’ve eaten well, come with the old man to my study.” The old man wiped his mouth and said.
Christine White gave Baird Lane a look.
Baird Lane held out his hand toward her, and her eyes lit up as she placed it there.
This scene, which fell under the old man’s eyes, made the old man nod his head with incomparable relief, “Seeing that your young couple has such a harmonious relationship now, the old man I am also relieved.”
“Okay Grandpa, down to business.” Baird Lane changed the subject.
The old man glared at him, but didn’t refute his face and started talking about business.
The main event was the business alliance that Aunt Lucy had mentioned in the morning, and just as Aunt Lucy had said, the old man really did intend to leave the venue setup to them.
Baird Lane was fine with that and agreed straight away.
It was Christine White who was a little apprehensive about what to do.
And her apprehension was seen by the old man, who poked Baird Lane in the calf with his cane, “Baird, when the time comes, you teach Christine.”
Baird Lane looks slightly sideways at Christine White and hmmm’s in agreement.
Christine White also knew that the old man was helping her, and was grateful in her heart, “Thank you grandpa.”
“What are you thanking for, it’s getting late, you two youngsters go back and rest, old man I’m also going to rest and go.” Saying that, the old man stood up trembling and went out with Uncle Fu.
“Grandpa’s back is even more hunched.” Christine White murmured as she looked at the old man’s back.
Baird Lane heard him and his eyes sank slightly, “On the sanitarium side, I’ve already made the arrangements, come on, back to your room.”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White was bold enough to offer to take his arm.
Baird Lane looked at her, rather surprised by her behavior, but didn’t push her away, and just led her in the direction of the room.
The following day, instead of leaving early in the morning, Baird Lane stayed at the old mansion with Christine White to have breakfast with the old man.
After eating, he dropped her off at the villa before driving off independently in his car again.
Only instead of going to the office, he made a pit stop at the hospital.
Ives Norton had just worked overtime on an operation, and his whole body was drained and sleepy, but the moment he saw Baird Lane appear in his office, his whole body was awake again.
“What brings you here?” Ives Norton asked with a yawn.
Baird Lane sat in his desk chair, fidgeting with a quill in his hand, “I came to ask you something.”
“What?” Ives Norton was a bit confused, “What kind of thing don’t you ask over the phone, you have to make a trip in person, you have nothing to do? Hasn’t your company been targeted lately?”
Baird Lane ignored his jibe and gazed at him with a sullen gaze, “Is it true that the president of Dong’s Group says you know a secret, a secret about Molly Bort’s sister?”
Ives Norton’s pupils snapped, “The president of Dong’s Group? Hugh Dong?”
Baird Lane’s chin lifted slightly in acquiescence.
Ives Norton’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses, “That’s odd, it’s not like he knows us well, what’s he doing talking to you about this.”
“What the purpose is I’m not sure, but from what you’re saying, he seems to be telling the truth?” Baird Lane slammed his quill on the table with a thud.
Ives Norton sighed after a moment of silence, “Good, I did know Molly Bort had a sister.”
“When did you know?” Baird Lane’s frown tightened.
Ives Norton took off his glasses and wiped them, “The first couple months, I guess, and knew about it by accident.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me?” Baird Lane was a little disgruntled.
Ives Norton sneered, “Tell you what for? Help Molly Bort find her sister or Leo Bort find his daughter? You were nice and tight to Molly Bort back then.”
Baird Lane’s face sank for a moment without speaking.
Ives Norton didn’t bother to look at him and added, “I was very surprised when I found out about this and have been privately investigating what this is all about and why this daughter of Leo Bort’s is still alive, but sadly, nothing has come of it.”
“Wait a minute.” Baird Lane raised his hand, “You said alive? You mean she wasn’t supposed to be alive in the first place?”
“That’s right, because this sister of Molly Bort’s is the one Leo Bort talks about, the kid he lost with his ex-wife.” Ives Norton nodded.
Baird Lane was shocked in his mind but remained calm on his face, “How can you be sure that that is Leo Bort’s daughter with his ex-wife and not some illegitimate daughter?”