“Don’t move!”
Sensing the woman’s intent to struggle, Baird Lane immediately whispered a warning.
Christine White stiffened her body and didn’t move, looking up at him with her eyes, “You get up quick, you’re heavy!”
…
Baird Lane hadn’t slept long, just about two hours, when he was called away by a phone call.
Christine White was feeling it when he left, but she was so sleepy she grunted and rolled over and went back to sleep.
She slept until two in the afternoon, when she woke up with a yawn.
“Hiss …” Christine White sat up from the bed with her little face twisted, mentally marking Baird Lane.
“Bastard Baird Lane!” cursed Christine White under her breath as she gripped the corner of the covers.
He got comfortable instead, got dressed and left when he was done.
But her, she had to endure this soreness, it was so unfair.
Christine White’s eyes were a little sore, and her heart was aggravated at the same time.
Obviously, she was still upset about that thing with Baird Lane and Molly Bort, and then he did that, and it was like she forgave it.
She’s so useless, no persistence or determination at all!
Thinking about it, Christine White could not wait to give herself two slaps on the back and slap this unambitious self.
Ding-dong, ding-dong!
The doorbell suddenly rang.
Christine White huffed and hurriedly adjusted her mind, fishing for her bedside clothes to put on and enduring the pain, she got out of bed and went to the living room, “Who is it?”
She opened her mouth to inquire as she walked towards the foyer.
Up and still without water, her voice was extraordinarily hoarse and hard to hear.
“Hello ma’am, I’m your bodyguard.” The man outside the door returned respectfully.
Christine White raised an eyebrow, “Bodyguard?”
Is that what Baird Lane said last night about being in her neighborhood and protecting her all the time?
“Can I help you?” Christine White inquired with a smile as she held the door open.
The bodyguard lowered his head and didn’t look at her, he just handed her the two bags in his hands, “This is what President Lane ordered us to prepare when he left, saying that he would bring it to you at noon.”
“What are these?” Christine White took the bags suspiciously.
The bouncer replied, “It’s lunch and medicine.”
“Medicine?” Christine White froze, “What medicine?”
The bodyguard coughed lightly and didn’t answer, but a hint of redness floated strangely on that tanned face.
Christine White saw it and suddenly realized what was going on, the corners of her mouth twitched and she mentally marked Baird Lane again.
So good that he actually had his bodyguard prepare that drug for her.
“I know, thank you.” Christine White thanked with a barely maintained smile on her face.
The bodyguard waved his hand repeatedly, “You’re welcome, then I’ll take my leave first, ma’am.”
Christine White hmmm’d.
The bodyguard bowed to her before turning to leave.
Christine White closes the door and returns to the living room, the smile on her face immediately disappearing, the speed of the change is jaw-dropping.
She huffed and puffed as she placed the two bags on the coffee table, then sat down slowly, holding her back, and began to unwrap them.
After unpacking the bags, she looked at the sumptuous lunch and various rubs and bruises on the coffee table, and her heart couldn’t help but soften, and the expression on her exasperated little face took on a hint of softness.
“Hmph, seeing as how you prepared so much, I’ll barely stay mad.” Christine White picked up her chopsticks and muttered in a twisted manner.
After eating, she went to her room and medicated herself, then took the sheets and covers and whatnot out and washed them.
After doing so, Hugh Dong suddenly came.
He strutted in with a flirty grin on his face, “What’s taking so long to open the door?”
Christine White pointed to the balcony, “Drying clothes.”
Hugh Dong looked around and saw the clothes and bedsheets and such hanging on the balcony, his eyes darkened for a moment, but soon, he returned to his usual appearance, as if nothing had happened.
“By the way, what brings you here, do you have a lot of time on your hands all day?” Christine White poured him a glass of water.
Hugh Dong took it and took a sip, smiling back, “Didn’t I tell you, Dong’s is now being taken over by my father, so I have nothing to worry about and came over to talk to you.”
Christine White’s eyelids hammered down when she heard the word father in his mouth, then pretended not to ask, “Why did your father suddenly take over Dong’s, huh?”
“For getting in the ring with someone.” Hugh Dong said as he rubbed the rim of his water glass.
Christine White tightened her grip, “The ring? What ring?”
Hugh Dong put down his glass of water and looked at her with his chin propped up, not answering but asking, “You know about cells and viruses, right?”
Christine White nodded uncertainly.
“Cells and viruses are hostile, once the two touch, is to devour each other, an analogy, Dong’s is a cell, then the enterprises that fight with our Dong’s is a virus, and we cells want to devour the virus …”
“Wait!” Christine White made a gesture to interrupt him, “You mean to say that you Dong’s want to annex a business?”
“That’s right, my father had a grudge against that business and he wanted to take revenge himself, so he took over Dong’s.” Hugh Dong shrugged his shoulders in a relaxed and easygoing manner, seemingly not caring at all that he had been kicked out of Dong’s.
However, Christine White was concerned and narrowed her almond eyes to ask tentatively, “Which corporation do you Dong’s have a grudge against? Why haven’t I heard about it?”