“The Lane Family Group website … Ah, found it.” Christine White saw the webpage pop up and then found the Baird Lane Group’s official website and clicked in, the moment she clicked in, an official release popped up.
Christine White scanned the article and was mesmerized by the title.
Because the title of this article is: Shocker! The president of The Lane Family Group is actually married.
“This is his surprise for me?” Christine White looked at Aunt Lucy blankly, her heart unsettled.
If this is what Baird Lane calls a surprise, then I’m sorry to say that she hi not, only felt surprised.
Because well, it’s amazing that her marriage to him has come to light.
“Ma’am, just click in and take a look.” Aunt Lucy suggested.
Christine White bit her lip and obediently responded, “Good.”
She took a breath and barely managed to calm herself down for a moment before reaching out and tapping the title to check out the article.
The article wasn’t very long, probably only a few hundred words, and Christine White read it quickly.
After reading it, she had such a complicated expression, “What the hell does he want?”
His sudden exposure had not prepared her at all.
Aunt Lucy laughed, “Wanna know what the hell mister is up to, call and ask.”
“Call and ask?”
“Yeah, how do you know if you don’t ask?” Aunt Lucy encouraged her.
Christine White hesitated, nodded, and dialed Baird Lane’s number.
The call was quickly answered and Baird Lane’s low voice reached her eardrums, “Awake?”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White responded.
“Did you bring Aunt Lucy what I asked her to bring you?” Baird Lane asked.
Christine White gripped her cell phone tightly, “Bring it on, I’m calling you to ask what the hell is going on here, why are you suddenly exposing the marriage?”
“There was a reporter at the business league meeting last night, who snapped a picture of us, and that media outlet called the office in the morning, wanting me to give them permission to post about my marriage.”
“So you’re actually agreeing to this?” Christine White was staggered.
Baird Lane nodded slightly, “That’s right, but I’ve asked them not to post pictures or reveal too much about you.”
“What’s this about?” Christine White was puzzled.
Baird Lane pinched the bridge of his nose, “For your protection, and now that The Lane Family is in the situation you know it is, revealing a little less information about you is an extra layer of protection for you.”
“So that’s it.” Christine White lifted her chin in relief, her heart slightly sweet.
No wonder she’s only mentioned by name at the top of the article.
“I’ll hold a press conference later when things are all settled, and then I’ll formally introduce you.” Baird Lane added in order to keep Christine White from thinking too much.
Christine White smiled, “It’s okay, it’s actually good enough, I just don’t understand how you suddenly agreed to the exposure.”
He’d never been willing to tell the public that he was married before, and it was only at the last charity gala that he’d officially brought her into the fold.
But that’s only known to people in the circle, but this is different, this is full disclosure.
It may even affect the group’s stock market as well.
“It wasn’t sudden.” Baird Lane mused for a few seconds back, “I’ve had the idea for a while, but never found the right time for it, and this time too that media just happened to bump into it, so I just went with the flow, plus I was supposed to go public three years ago, so I’m sorry for the aggravation these last three years have been.”
A word of commiseration made the tip of Christine White’s nose pucker, her eyes redden, and she was inwardly surprised and delighted.
He finally knew how difficult it had been for her these three years, and apologized to her, she was really happy, and even felt that these three years, his indifference and lack of treatment towards her, were nothing in this moment.
At the thought, Christine White sniffled and spoke in a choked voice, “There is no commission …”
Baird Lane laughed softly at how he couldn’t hear that she was saying the opposite.
Christine White beamed, “What are you laughing at?”
“Nothing, how do you like this surprise?” He asked.
Christine White nodded her head shyly, “Uh, like.”
“That’s good, I have a contract to discuss in detail with The Camp Family side next, so I’ll hang up now.”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White answered.
The call ended and she took the phone off her ear, the whole set of motions slow and long, with a look of reluctance.
Aunt Lucy teased with a wry smile, “Ma’am, what did Mister say to you that made you blush like that?”
“Secret.” Christine White poked her tongue out at her and lifted the covers off the bed and headed for the bathroom.
Aunt Lucy watched Christine White’s back, her old face a little dazed.
But soon she responded, crying and laughing, shaking her head.
“A secret is a secret, but by the looks of the missus, mister really did the right thing with this surprise.” Aunt Lucy muttered and left the room.
In the evening, Baird Lane called and said he was going to the old house tonight and would not return to the cottage.
Christine White didn’t know what he had gone to the old mansion for, and she didn’t ask, but in her heart, for some reason, there was some uncertainty and uneasiness, so much so that she was distracted while she ate.
And this uneasiness, which lasted until the middle of the night did not subside, but rather it became more and more intense, and even tormented her so much that she could not even sleep.
So Christine White simply kicked off the covers and sat up from the bed, easing her insides before poking around and turning the light on.
Bright lights instantly illuminated everything in the room, and she exhaled slightly, reaching out to fish for her cell phone at the foot of the bed.
“It’s only two o’clock?” Christine White looked at the time on her cell phone and uttered with some slight surprise.
She had just tossed and turned in her bed for most of the day, unable to sleep, always feeling like a long time had passed, only to realize it was only two in the morning.
Is it true that the more preoccupied you are, the slower time passes?
At the thought, she couldn’t help but rub her short hair in annoyance, making it very messy before putting her hand down.
Then, operating with both hands, she turned up Baird Lane’s number and tried to dial him to inquire if something had happened at his old house.
But when she was actually ready to call, her finger landed over the dialing button hesitant to click.
After all, it was so late, in case nothing happened in the old mansion and he fell asleep, wouldn’t she have woken him up?
And she hadn’t forgotten that he was up for it.
So now should we call over, became Christine White most entangled in one thing, entangled to the back of the time has passed another half an hour, her phone still did not call out, and finally simply throw away the phone does not call, change to tomorrow morning to call.
That way she wouldn’t have to worry about waking him up and provoking him to wake up
With that thought in mind, Christine White turned the light off and lay back down.
The next day, she got up early and washed up and went downstairs when she saw Aunt Lucy rush out of the kitchen, “Ma’am, it’s not good!”
“What’s wrong?” Christine White stood on the stairs, her hand on the banister, looking at her with confusion and anxiety.
“It’s His Lordship …”
“Grandpa?”
Aunt Lucy nodded heavily, “His Lordship fainted last night.”
“What?” Christine White’s face paled so dramatically that her voice turned shrill.
She took a few steps down the stairs and crossed to Aunt Lucy, grabbed Aunt Lucy by the shoulders and asked eagerly, “Aunt Lucy, is this true? How did you know?”
“It was just Mr. Just called and asked me to pass it on to you when you woke up.” Aunt Lucy replied.
Christine White swayed, “How did that happen, and what about Grandpa now?”