The Dong family as The Lane Family’s enemy, but also attempted to annex The Lane Family, so that The Lane Family’s family broke up, such a vicious idea and tactics, enough to show that the Dong family and The Lane Family is already immortal, and only one of the two can survive.
As Baird Lane’s wife and The Lane Family’s granddaughter-in-law, she naturally sides with The Lane Family and wants The Lane Family to have the ultimate victory.
But on the other hand, she doesn’t want Hugh Dong to end up in a miserable situation after the Dong family loses. Although Hugh Dong is a bit of a womanizer, he has never harmed her, and has even helped her many times, and even tried to take her abroad for treatment.
However, she also knew very well that with Baird Lane’s vindictive character, once he really won over the Dong family, there was absolutely no way he would let the Dong family as well as Hugh Dong go.
So how the hell is she going to keep Hugh Dong from Baird Lane?
Christine White bit her lip in death, very confused inside, “What the hell am I supposed to do?”
She muttered.
After all, she had extracted quite a bit of information from Hugh Dong, and had completely outed the Dong family, making the Dong family turn from the dark to the light and become less mysterious.
So once Baird Lane realizes that it is the Dong family that has been targeting The Lane Family all along, he will definitely launch a counter-attack operation in advance, then the possibility of Baird Lane winning this battle with the Dong family is the greatest.
Thinking about this, Christine White’s eyelids jumped, vaguely as if she saw the destruction of the Dong family, as well as Hugh Dong’s and Owen Dong’s end.
How Owen Dong was doing, she didn’t really care, after all, that beating made her hold a grudge.
She only cares about Hugh Dong and wants to keep Hugh Dong, but how difficult is it to keep Hugh Dong from Baird Lane unless Baird Lane is made to feel that Hugh Dong has value in staying!
Wait … Value?
Christine White’s pupils trembled as something occurred to her, and her eyes glowed as she looked at the man outside the balcony and spat out three words in a low voice, “Nigel Lane!”
The man outside the balcony sensed the gaze behind him and turned his head, cell phone raised, to see Christine White’s blazing eyes.
What’s going on?
Why is she looking at him like that?
It was as if he was some kind of prey that she had set her sights on.
Hugh Dong suddenly didn’t have much heart to answer the phone, and after speaking hurriedly with the caller, he hung up and returned to the living room, “Is there anything on my face, why are you looking at me like that?”
He walked up to Christine White and asked.
Christine White also realized that her reaction was a bit too much and hurriedly coughed and adjusted her mind, “Who’s looking at you, I’m obviously looking at the scenery outside.”
“Scenery?” Hugh Dong twisted his head suspiciously and chortled disdainfully, “The sky outside is overcast, it looks like it’s going to rain heavily, what kind of scenery can there be, so you’re just looking at me, how about it, aren’t I handsome?”
He pointed to his face, which was handsome to the core, and came up to her, grinning.
Christine White was a little dazzled by the shock of the magnificent face in front of her, and hastily took a step back so as not to be mesmerized by him, “Mmmmmm, it’s handsome, very handsome, are you satisfied with my answer?”
She rolled her eyes.
Hugh Dong heard this, but his smile faded a bit, “Satisfied? Oh, I’m very dissatisfied with my own face, but I’ve seen too much of it, there’s no sense of realism at all.”
“Eh?” He reacted in such a way that Christine White was a little taken aback.
Hugh Dong waved his hand, “It’s fine, it’s getting late, I should go, otherwise I won’t be able to leave if it rains later.”
With those words, he grabbed his jacket from the couch and headed for the door.
Christine White saw this and was in a hurry, how could she let him go when she still had something left of her own!
At the thought, she tightened her grip and hastily called out, “Wait a minute.”
Puzzled, Hugh Dong stopped and looked back at her, “What’s wrong?”
Christine White took a deep breath and walked over to him, “That … You put your head down a little bit, I see you got dirt on your head, let me help you get it off.”
“Filth? What filth?” Hugh Dong moved his hand to touch his hair.
Christine White was lying in the first place, slightly averting her eyes, not wanting him to see that she was weak, “It’s just the lint on your clothes, you should have accidentally rubbed it somewhere, squat down a little, I’ll get it for you.”
“In that case, okay, you do it.” Hugh Dong didn’t doubt her either, and cheerfully bent his knees and put his head down a bit, making it easy for her to touch his hair without any problems.
Christine White looked at the head in front of her, and after a flash of determination in her eyes, she reached out her left hand and touched it.
The moment she touched Hugh Dong’s hair, her teeth clenched, followed by a flick of her wrist and a quick twist of her own ring to twine a few strands of hair.
After she confirmed that her hair was twisted tightly and wasn’t unraveling that easily, her eyes narrowed a bit and she said in mock panic, “It’s over.”
“What’s wrong?” Hugh Dong subconsciously lifted his head up.
He raised his head quickly and suddenly, so the hair that was strung around Christine White’s ring was immediately ripped off by himself, or uprooted, causing him to stifle a grunt of pain and distorting his handsome face a little.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry, are you okay?” A twinge of guilt rose in Christine White’s heart and she hurriedly apologized, apologizing for her mind and for hurting him.
Hugh Dong, not knowing what she had done, covered his head and returned with a forced smile, “Nothing, but what just happened?”
Christine White feigned embarrassment as she held up her left hand, revealing the ring, and the hair that was twisted around it to him, “I was getting you dirty when my ring got twisted around your hair, that’s why I finished, I was trying to slowly untangle your hair, but I didn’t realize that you looked up all of a sudden, and so your hair got ripped out, I’m really sorry about that! !”
She bowed to him.
The bow was one that she made sincerely, not just to avoid suspicion.
Hugh Dong looked at her like this, but did not think much about it, waving his hand, not caring, “It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt anymore, but your ring is fine, right?”
Christine White put her hands behind her back and shook her head, “It’s fine.”
“I’m glad it’s okay, I’ll leave first.” Hugh Dong yawned and lifted his foot towards the door once again.
Christine White followed him and escorted him out herself, knowing he was in the elevator and out of sight before she dropped her waving hand and closed the door behind her, then leaned her back against it and let out a heavy breath.
“That was close. …” Christine White patted her chest.
The first time she did this kind of counting on others, the whole person was nervous, her heartbeat was even faster to jump out of her throat, for fear of revealing the stuff.
But luckily it turned out well, the hair got there, and it didn’t arouse Hugh Dong’s suspicion.
Looking at the hair on the ring, Christine White gave a knowing smile, she had to take the risk in order to keep Hugh Dong, and hoped that her suspicions were waiting to be correct and that Hugh Dong was Nigel Lane.
Yes, once again, her suspicion that Hugh Dong is Nigel Lane is not a sudden suspicion to try to save Hugh Dong, it is evidential.
Though previous suspicions were disproved by the hair that Aunt Lucy got, the identification that was done on that hair, was that it was not related to Baird Lane.
At that time, she believed it, but now she is a bit disbelieving again, thinking that what Aunt Lucy got is not necessarily Hugh Dong’s hair, after all, that hair was not removed from Hugh Dong’s head by Aunt Lucy herself, but got it through the servants of Hugh Dong’s family.
What if the maid didn’t get Hugh Dong’s hair at the time, but rather, to cope with the hair of some random person?