Seize His Little Wife

Christine White left the study and went downstairs to get cleaning tools to clean up the mess in front of Baird Lane’s study before returning to her room.

The next day she went to the office with two big panda eyes and Debby York jumped in shock when she saw her, “Holy shit, you stole a cow last night?”

“Don’t sit on it, it’s not good to be seen.” Christine White pushed Debby York off her desk, “What’s with the cow stealing, I had nightmares all last night.”

“One night?”

“Yeah, it’s so torturous to go back and forth.” Christine White yawned, her whole body listless, her eyes bloodshot.

She’d been up almost all night, and whenever she closed her eyes, all she could think about was the dream of Baird Lane having her bone marrow forcibly removed when she wouldn’t agree to donate it.

That dream was so real it was scary, and she even wondered if he would actually do it if she really didn’t say yes.

“What kind of nightmares do you have, anyway?” Debby York asked with interest as she came up to Christine White.

Christine White lowered her eyes, “Enough about that, what are you doing here looking for me this early in the morning?”

Seeing her change the subject, Debby York raised an eyebrow, “You forgot, the welcome party!”

“I haven’t forgotten, but the welcome party is in the evening, so what are you doing telling me this now?” Christine White said with somewhat less interest as she organized her materials.

“Of course I’m asking if you have a dress ready.”

“A tuxedo?” Christine White froze, and her hand movements stopped.

Debby York smiled and winked, “Sure didn’t, did you?”

“Do I have to wear a tuxedo for the welcome party?” Christine White looked at her with a blank expression.

Debby York’s smile dropped and her expression became serious, “You didn’t know? The whole company was notified of this news yesterday, and it was your secretarial team that notified them.”

Yesterday …

Christine White bit her lower lip, her small face colored with a touch of slight anger.

Her expression fell on Debby York’s eyes and instantly understood everything, “They deliberately didn’t inform you?”

“It should be!” Christine White nodded.

She was already unpopular with the secretarial corps and was targeted yesterday, so it’s not so surprising that she wasn’t told the news.

“It’s too much, I’m going to go and settle the score with them, they’re all secretaries as well, you’re still President Lane’s personal one, what gives them the right to bully you so much!” Debby York clenched her fists and gritted her teeth to go out.

Christine White hastily tugged her back, “Okay Debby , don’t be impulsive! You can’t afford to mess with them, and you’ll have to be disciplined if you make a scene, it’s not worth it.”

“Is that it?” Debby York glared defiantly.

Christine White slipped her a glass of water, “It’s my first time to be a secretary, I don’t know anything, that’s why they dare to bully me so blatantly, but they won’t dare to do so later when I’m fully familiar with the job of a secretary.”

“You, you’re so soft-natured, can’t you be a little tougher?” Debby York poked Christine White’s forehead in anger.

Christine White laughed softly, glancing at the time on the bottom right of her computer, and reminded, “It’s time for you to go back to your department, it’s time to check in.”

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot, so I’ll just head back, how about we go pick out a dress together after work this afternoon?”

Christine White’s expression froze and her heart was bleeding as she thought about her flattened wallet, “Okay …”

“Then it’s a deal, bye!”

Debby York left and Christine White slumped in her chair, looking at the less than four-figure deposit in her cell phone newsletter, her head spinning, “What kind of dress can you buy with that?”

“Tuxedo?” A cool male voice suddenly sounded from the doorway.

Christine White subconsciously straightened her back and looked over, Baird Lane stood in the doorway in a silver gray suit with Assistant Gates behind him.

“What gown were you talking about?” Baird Lane asked again with thin lips.

Christine White put her phone down and stood up, “It’s the welcome party tonight, it says the whole company has to wear tuxedos.”

“There is that?” Baird Lane craned his head to glance at Assistant Gates.

Assistant Gates pushed his glasses, “Yes, because President Lane you invited a lot of famous people in the industry, so the vice president informed everyone to wear dresses.”

“Got it.” Baird Lane responded faintly, lifting his feet and heading for his office.

Assistant Gates followed quickly after giving Christine White a formulaic smile.

Christine White beamed and closed the office door behind her in confusion, a little confused as to what Baird Lane meant when he said two words and left.

Unable to figure out why, Christine White shook her head and went back behind her desk, continuing to organize the information she had just presented.

There isn’t much information, so just organize it and scan it into your computer to save it.

After finishing her work, Christine White made a cup of coffee and idly browsed the web pages on the computer, then she thought of something, her eyes dimmed for a moment, she put down her coffee and tapped a line on the keyboard with a grave expression, and a page immediately popped up: the disadvantages of bone marrow donation!

She was slightly relieved when she saw that bone marrow donation doesn’t kill people, but her heart instantly lifted when she saw that there were after-effects behind it.

“Thirty percent of the masses are at risk of aging, decreased bone marrow production, and elevated white blood cells leading to leukemia …” Reading this, Christine White’s hand holding the mouse trembled a little, her face went a little white, and her heart started to get scared .

She hadn’t expected the aftermath to be so severe, and neither one was something she was willing to accept.

After all, no one knew if she was one of the thirty percent.

What to do? What the hell is she supposed to do?

Christine White bit her nails and her body cringed.

She suddenly felt so cold, obviously the office was not air-conditioned, but it was as if she was in the middle of an ice cellar, and the anxiety in her heart was so great that she could hardly breathe.

This anxiety continued until noon, when someone from the secretarial corps carried a stack of papers for her to deliver to the president’s office.

Christine White slapped her cheeks and took a deep breath, and after adjusting her mindset, she picked up her materials and went to Baird Lane, and was about to knock when the door opened.

Assistant Gates came out of it and was surprised when he saw her, “Secretary White is here just in time, I was just about to look for you too.”

He used honorifics, and Christine White twisted rather uncomfortably, “What did Assistant Gates want to see me about?”

“President Lane asked me to let you know that you don’t have to come to work this afternoon.”

“No work?” Christine White’s eyes rounded sharply and her volume rose, “He’s firing me?”

The corner of Assistant Gates’s mouth trembled and smiled, “No, you’ve misunderstood, President Lane is not firing you, but rather giving you a half day’s vacation so that you can go back to rest and recuperate, otherwise you won’t have the energy to participate in the welcome party in the evening.”

“So that’s it.” Christine White breathed a sigh of relief and scratched her neck awkwardly.

Assistant Gates’s eyes fell on her other hand, “Are these going to President Lane?”

“Yes.” Christine White nodded.

“Give it to me, I’ll take it in for you, and you can go back to rest.”

“Okay, thanks Assistant Gates.” Christine White didn’t refuse and handed him the stack of papers.

Assistant Gates took it and went back to his office, gently placing it on Baird Lane’s desk.

Baird Lane looked up from behind his computer when he heard the commotion, “Told her?”

Assistant Gates nodded.

Baird Lane rubbed his tired eyes, “You’ll be ordering a gown suitable for Christine White in a few minutes.”

“Is there anything else besides the gown?” Assistant Gates asked after a moment’s hesitation.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Baird Lane rubbed his chin and mused for a moment, “Heels are ready to go on as well, and as for jewelry ….. I remember the swan necklace arriving at customs, you’ll pick it up this afternoon.”

Assistant Gates looked at him in surprise, “You were going to send it to Ms. White to wear? But wasn’t that the gift you were going to give to Miss Molly Bort?”