Baird Lane glanced at her and was about to say something when the doorbell suddenly rang, interrupting all he had to say.
He looked displeased at the location of the foyer, his thin lips pursed in a straight line.
Christine White was kinda lost too, she thought she could hear him say he was chasing her because of the words trying to explain the situation to her, but it turns out …
Thinking about this, Christine White also glared rather unhappily at the door.
Gates came in with his briefcase, and all he saw was the similarly disgruntled look in the couple’s eyes, which startled his entire being, and he asked apprehensively, “That … am I not supposed to be here?”
Christine White bristled and didn’t say anything.
Baird Lane lifted his hand, “Figure it out?”
“Yeah, it’s all cleared up.” Gates gathered his unease and nodded, returning earnestly.
“Then say it, to her face.” Baird Lane points to Christine White.
Christine White blinked in confusion, “What?”
“That’s right ma’am.” Gates pushes his glasses up and explains with a smile, “What happened during the day was all a misunderstanding, after you left, President Lane sent me off to collect the evidence, and now I have it all here.”
Speaking of which, he removed his briefcase from under his armpit and pulled a flash memory out of it, “Aunt Lucy, is there a computer?”
Aunt Lucy responded in a huff, “Yes, yes, I’ll get it.”
With that, he ran upstairs.
A short while later, she breezed down, clutching a computer.
Gates took the computer and plugged the flash drive in and tapped on a folder.
Christine White glanced aside at Baird Lane, who was sitting on the couch, quietly sipping his tea, and then stepped behind Gates, nervously keeping her eyes on the computer.
“The moment you ran off at that moment, ma’am, President Lane knew that you were bound to get the wrong idea, so I pulled up the surveillance from President Lane’s office, and as you can see, nothing happened between President Lane and Molly Bort.” Gates said as he multiplied the surveillance.
Tens of minutes of surveillance, ten minutes to play finished, the whole Land to see down, Baird Lane and Molly Bort between indeed nothing happened, and even the two have never been next to each other, but Christine White heart is still a little diaphragm.
“That’s all that’s on the surveillance, as for what President Lane and Molly Bort talked about in his office, that I don’t know …” Gates closed the computer and looked lovingly at Baird Lane.
Baird Lane lifted his chin slightly, “I explained it to her.”
A slight line of surprise passed through Gates’ eyes.
Surprised that Baird Lane would actually take the initiative to explain something, that’s never happened before.
In the past, President Lane was dictatorial and arrogant and did not know how to adapt, no matter what he did, he simply would not give half an explanation, and he would not care about what the mood of the people who could not get an explanation was, so he usually hurt people without realizing it, but now he is …
At that thought, Gates looked at Christine White in admiration.
Christine White, puzzled by his look, bit her lower lip and said, “He did explain it to me, but I only believe that their conversation in the office was a fake to find out the whereabouts of Leo Bort, but I won’t believe their hug in the hallway!”
Even though Baird Lane says he’s holding Molly Bort up, she just doesn’t want to really believe it.
It was really that action that was so misleading.
“Hug?” Gates was confused, “President Lane, you hugged Molly Bort?”
Baird Lane’s handsome face darkened abruptly, “True or false, you have someone send over the surveillance of the corridor right away.”
“Yes.” Gates answered and immediately called to do as he was told.
While waiting for the surveillance to be delivered, Christine White’s mind began to nag uneasily.
She began to wonder if she had really misunderstood Baird Lane.
After all, he had the audacity to put someone directly on surveillance.
But …
As he was thinking, Gates suddenly slapped his thigh, “Here it comes.”
Christine White gathered her thoughts and looked toward him, only to see that he had somehow turned on his computer again, and it was loading a video that must have been the surveillance of the hallway outside Baird Lane’s office.
“Have a good look and see if I’m holding someone up, or if I’m hugging them.” Baird Lane said suddenly and coldly.
Christine White’s little mouth moved, unable to catch the words.
By this time, Gates had finished loading the monitor.
Christine White held her breath, her hands clasped together, her eyes glued to the screen without blinking.
A few minutes later, the monitor finished playing and the living room was quiet as a pin drop.
Christine White bowed her head and cowered herself in the corner of the sofa, too weak to look at Baird Lane, too weak in her heart to do so.
Because the surveillance just now, has proved his innocence, he indeed did not hug Molly Bort, but Molly Bort himself hugged up, it is her misunderstanding.
“Why don’t you say something?” Baird Lane’s thin lips hooked slightly at the sight of Christine White’s distraught look.
Christine White swallows, “That …”
“Hmm?” Baird Lane looked at her.
Christine White twisted the corner of her coat, “I’m sorry …”
“What did you say, louder.” Baird Lane pretended he hadn’t heard.
Christine White’s small face was red beyond recognition, and in her heart she knew she had done it on purpose; the voice she had just apologized for was small, but it was definitely more than just inaudible.
So he just purposely tried to get her to say it again, how devious!
Still, she did misunderstand, and an apology was in order.
At that thought, Christine White closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and yelled, “I’m sorry!”
This sound directly startled both Gates and Aunt Lucy, who had a smile in her eyes.
Baird Lane wasn’t startled, but he couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his eye, “What’s all that noise for?”
He put down his teacup and touched his ears.
Christine White rubbed her nose, “I thought you couldn’t hear, so …”
“So you just yelled?” Baird Lane folded his legs and looked at her with lazy eyes, “Christine White, that’s a pretty insincere apology.”
Christine White blinked, “So what do you want?”
Baird Lane’s eyes narrowed slightly, his burning gaze falling on her.
She vaguely understood what was going on, her back stiffened, and she hurriedly changed the subject, “That ….. . how did Molly Bort get into your company, I thought you said she wasn’t allowed in?”
“About that.” Gates pushed up his glasses and answered for Baird Lane, “It was Molly Bort she borrowed your identity as Mrs. You to get in, President Lane made it public that you were his wife but didn’t release a picture of you, so Molly Bort said she was you, and there was no way for the company to confirm it, and it wasn’t good enough to stop them and just let her in.”
“So it is.” Christine White murmured.
At this instant, all the misunderstandings were lifted and all the lumps in her heart were released.
But Baird Lane wasn’t about to let her off the hook, asking, “Who was the person who sent you the picture?”
“It’s Hugh Dong,” Christine White answered truthfully without hiding anything.
Baird Lane’s face was icy.
Surprisingly, it’s him!
No wonder he left today before he came over today to talk about the inventory.
“Where did you go after you and Hugh Dong?” Baird Lane pursed his thin lips.
Christine White pulled a business card out of her bag, “Went to this cafe and I sat there for hours.”
Baird Lane took the business card and glanced at it, then flung it down on the coffee table.
Christine White didn’t understand what he meant by this and tightened her grip and spoke, “Baird, did I ruin your plans today?”
He had a chance to find out about Leo Bort and who was behind him, but it was her sudden appearance that caused his plan to run down.
Now that she thinks about it, she kind of regrets it
Baird Lane knew what Christine White was referring to with that comment and held down his brow bone and returned, “Nothing to do with you.”
“But if we miss this one, will we get another chance?” Christine White whispered as she picked at her nails.