“Suit yourself.” Christine White could see the murderous intent in Baird Lane’s eyes, knew he wasn’t going to stop, and said nothing.
In fact, it’s good to have him out there, because at least the likelihood of finding out about Molly Bort is a lot better.
“Well, get up and eat.” Baird Lane lifted the covers and got out of bed, interrupting Christine White’s thoughts.
Christine White red at him in exasperation.
This guy, does he really think this is his home?
Despite her thoughts, Christine White got out of bed and dressed and shuffled out.
Like yesterday, when I went out, Baird Lane had already set out breakfast.
Christine White looked away, picked up her bowl and started eating.
When she was done eating, she made a call for Lisa to drive over and pick her up.This material belongs to N?velDrama.Org.
Her car was still in the hospital’s parking lot, and while there were her other cars in the apartment’s parking lot, she didn’t know if Molly Bort had moved them as well, and was afraid to drive them for the time being.
Not only did she not drive herself, she stopped Baird Lane from taking his car.
His car was parked in the middle of the nightst night, after all, and who knows if Molly Bort would have gotten her hands on it together, and she didn’t dare to gamble on it or let anything happen to him.
It’s not so much that I’m worried about him, but I’m afraid that if something happens to him, Bao won’t have a father, and he’ll go back to being the same person he was before.
Lisa arrived quickly, not half an hourter, and was quite surprised to see Christine White with a Baird Lane at her side.
“President Lane?”
Baird Lane swept her off her feet and hmmmed in response.
Lisa looks toward Christine White again and asks what the hell is going on and why is Baird Lane here.
Christine White didn’t exin and just pulled the door open and got in.
What can she say?
Can’t say Baird Lane crawled into her bed in the middle of the night.
The three just got in the car and left in an eerie atmosphere.
Once they arrived at the energypany, Christine White got out of the car with Lisa and gave the car to Baird Lane to drive himself to his business.
Baird Lane had no objections either and simply drove the car away.
Lisa looked at the car’s faraway direction and finally asked out, “Superintendent, have you made up with President Lane?”
“How could it be.” Christine White returned faintly, lifting her foot toward the office.
Lisa rushed to catch up with her, “But I see the atmosphere between you two as if you’ve really made up, and President Lane being at your apartment so early in the morning is clearly not normal.”
“That’s enough out of you, hurry up and pay me back for today’s lineLand, say that again and I’ll dock your bonus.” Christine White coldly warned her.
Lisa spat out her tongue, pulled out the notebook she had brought with her, and began to report on her line Land for the day, asking no more questions.
At noon, Baird Lane had the car returned, along with a hearty lunch, and said he had made it himself.
Lisa’s whole body is amazed when she hears about it and can’t believe that Baird Lane can actually cook.
Christine White wasn’t that exaggerated, but there was still some slight surprise in her eyes.
She didn’t think that Baird Lane would actually make lunch and have it brought to her.
Was the morning that short and he hadn’t been working since he went to The Lane Family Group and had been cooking?
“Superintendent, quick, open it and let me see President Lane’s handiwork.” Lisa was very curious and hurriedly urged Christine White to open the food box quickly.
After all, it doese as a surprise that someone like Baird Lane can cook.
Christine White nked Lisa and opened the food box.
When you open it, the refreshing aroma of rice immediately hits your nose.
Lisa sucked in her saliva for a moment, her eyes glowing as she stared at the food box, marveling, “Good, so scrumptious ah, Superintendent, all of them are the ones you love to eat, smells so good ah, and also looks very pretty, must be very tasty, it’s really unimaginable that President Lane would still be such a good cook.”
“What’s so great about it, it’s just a in old meal.” Christine White said.
Lisa looked at her like a monster, “in meal? Superintendent, I think you might not have good eyes, or you dislike President Lane’s cooking, in that case, you can give this to me to eat, I happen to not go to the cafeteria anymore.”
With that, Lisa was about to get up to serve the food box.
Christine White saw it and pped her on the back of her hand, “What for, it’s mine.”
“But don’t you hate it?” Lisa beamed.
Christine White’s eyes shed slightly, “I wouldn’t give it to you if I didn’t like it, I lost it.”
“What a shame to throw it away, I might as well eat it for you.” Lisa added.
Christine White waved her hand, “Alright, get out of here, you’ve got workter.”
“Hmph!” Lisa gave her a sultry look, then nced at the plentiful lunch in the canteen, and went out reluctantly.
The door to the office re-closed, and Christine White confirmed that Lisa was truly gone before taking her chopsticks out of the food box and popping a piece of fish into her mouth.
The tender fish bloomed in her mouth and tasted so good her eyes closed.
Baird Lane was a good cook, she’d known that six years ago, after all, she’d eaten his cooking.
And after six years, his cooking hasn’t regressed a bit.
Christine White was happily eating her lunch in the office and it was all gone in no time.
Looking at the empty food box, she pursed her lips wordlessly and touched her bulging stomach again, adamantly refusing to admit that she had actually eaten so much.
At that moment, the cell phone on the desk suddenly rang.
Christine White dropped her hand from her stomach and picked up her cell phone to see the words Baird Lane, jumping across the screen.
She didn’t hesitate, she just answered it, “Hello?”
“Finished eating?” Baird Lane’s gentle voice came.
Christine White felt a little tickle in her ear and couldn’t help but scrunch her neck, “What is it?”
She asked knowingly.
Baird Laneughed softly, “I had lunch sent over.”
Christine White’s gaze subconsciously fell on the empty lunchbox and denied, “No, I’m too busy to eat.”
“I see, so what work are you not finished with, I’lle over and help you while you eat.” Baird Lane said.
Christine White was startled when she heard him get up from the phone, “You’re reallying over, no, how can I let you do mypany’s work, who knows if you’ll peek at mypany’s secrets.”
Baird Lane raised an eyebrow, “In that case, you eat, and I won’te over if you do.”
“Okay, okay, I know, I’ll eatter.” Christine White returned pretending to be impatiently very busy.
Baird Lane hmmmed, “That’s good.”
“I don’t suppose you’re calling just to ask me if I’ve eaten, are you?” Christine White suddenly said.
Baird Lane gave two low chuckles.
Hisugh was low and maic, making your heart flutter to hear it.
But Christine White was adamant, grunting, “What’s so funny,e on.”
“Good, I say.” Baird Lane put away hisughter and looked serious for a few moments, “In the morning, I sent someone to look up the ces where the most beggars hang out in C. Although I didn’t find Molly Bort, I did find two people who surprised me.”
“Who?”
“You know.”
“Hmm?” Christine White narrowed her eyes suspiciously, “Who the hell is that?”
“It’s The White Family that couple.” Baird Lane returned.
Christine White looked surprised, “What do you mean? How could they be in a ce like that?”
“I was surprised too, so I had someone look into it, because back then Mick White didn’t gamble only that time that we knew about, after his hand was broken by me having someone break it, he still continued too, only it was hidden well enough not to be discovered by us, and Mick White signed up for a high gambling debt, which fell to the couple when he died. ”
Speaking of which, thetter, Christine White mostly guessed, “If they’re not on it yet, did those guys take their house by force?”