Flash Marriage: My Penniless Billionaire Husband

She followed Christopher all the way. Seeing that he was not going to stop, she quickly caught up with him.

"Honey, are you not going to have breakfast?"

While he walked up to the front of the car, she was still following him. He stopped and asked, "Why are you following me?"

Janice froze in place, wearing pajamas. She didn’t even have time to wash her face and comb her hair.

She was afraid that Christopher would dislike her, so she deliberately took a step back and said weakly.

"Chris, I want you to eat something before you work."

Christopher was about to freak out, but he restrained himself and replied indifferently, "Thanks! I will, but not now."

After that, he quickly opened the door and sat in.

Janice hastily exhorted, "Ah! Wait! Remember, don’t eat spicy food. Don’t overwork yourself. Don’t..."

However, before she could finish her words, her husband had driven away.

Watching the leaving car, Mrs. Bateman stood there and heaved a sigh before she left.

At the company office.

As Christopher arrived, the senior executives were already at the door to welcome him.

After all, Mr. Bateman had a narrow escape from death.

However, in the face of his subordinate, Christopher walked all the way with no expression on his face.

He glanced around and did not see Rob. He frowned and asked, "Where is Rob?" Everyone lowered their heads when they heard him ask about Rob Hanson. Cecilia stepped forward and answered, "Mr. Bateman, Rob has quit." "What?"

Christopher’s face suddenly changed. "Who approved that?"

That was his assistant. Who would dare to approve his resignation? He glanced over, and everyone lowered their heads.

Cecilia shuddered subconsciously, but she still forced herself to answer.

"Sir, it was... your father."

Hearing that, Christopher’s face darkened instantly.

So it was him!

That explained why.

He continued to walk forward with a sullen face. As soon as he entered the office, he gave Rob a call.

However, no one answered the phone.

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Christopher became angrier.

He called his father, Nathan Bateman. As soon as the phone was connected, he questioned, "Why do you agree to Rob’s resignation?"

Nathan hadn’t heard his son’s voice for days. These days, he was very busy dealing with the negative publicity his company was facing. When he saw his son’s call before he answered the phone, he was a little excited.

But at this time, after hearing this question, he instantly became depressed. "That was his decision."

"He is my assistant. I’m the one who decides whether he leaves or not." Nathan wanted to say something more, but the phone had been hung up.

He sighed. After this incident, he clearly felt that his son had a sense of alienation from him.

It still needed time to improve their relationship.

Christopher hung up the phone, confused for a long time.

He knew better than anyone what Rob would do.

He would not leave when he needed him the most.

There must be something that he didn’t know.

Thus, he picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Find Rob! Whatever it takes."

The moment he hung up the phone, he heard a knock at the office door.

"Come in!" he put away his phone and said.

The door opened and Cecilia walked in. "Mr. Bateman, the police are here, and they want to see you."

"The police?"

...

Christopher didn’t want to see them at first, but when he remembered that his attempted murderer had still not been caught, he changed his mind. "Let them in."

"Yes."

Cecilia ushered him in.

"Mr. Bateman, this is Mr. Taylor, the director of the police station."

The man said, "I’ve heard of you, Mr. Bateman. It’s my honor to meet you today."

"Thanks, Mr. Taylor. What can I do for you today?"

Christopher did not like beating around the bush and asked directly.

The police said, "Here’s the thing. Last time, you helped us solve a dog abuse case, which won you a ’Good Samaritan award’. I’m here to confer you this honor."

Hearing this, Christopher glanced at the group of reporters who followed him and frowned. He didn’t need these things at all.

He refused. "I don’t need these. Have you caught the man who tried to kill me?" He just wanted to know who stabbed him!

"Err... we caught the accessory. The suspect is still on the run, but we know who he is. We’ll catch him soon."

Christopher frowned. "Got it! Thank you, sir."

He turned around.

But it seemed that Mr. Taylor still wanted to say something.

"Mr. Bateman, We’d like to see your wife too."

"Why?" Christopher was puzzled.

The director said, "Last time, your wife was detained under custody because of this case. Fortunately, you bailed her out with your attorneys, which spared us from mistakes. Now that the truth has come out, I would like to apologize to your wife in person."

"Wait, lawyer group? Are you sure it’s me?"

The policeman was stunned. He said, "Yes, it’s you."

Christopher narrowed his eyes.

"Did I actually take my attorney there personally for that woman?" he thought.

It seemed that he was really crazy.

"Mr..."

"There’s no need. She was frightened and can’t meet strangers for the time being." He refused decisively.

"Alright, please convey our apologies."

Since he had said that, the director couldn’t say anything more and left with his men.

After everyone had left, Christopher returned to his seat.

He sat at his desk, thinking about what those people had just said, and furrowed his brows.

"What a joke! Would I take the entire legal group with me to help that woman?" he thought. "They must be mistaken. They have to be."

Thinking of this, he called his lawyer.

"Mr. Charles, I have something to ask you..."

He told the lawyer about the thing that made him feel incredible.

When he heard the answer, he was stunned.

It was true.

He had actually done such a thing for that woman.

How could this be?

The lawyer was still talking on the other end of the phone, while Christopher hung up the phone.

He rubbed his forehead irritably.

From pretending to be poor, marital fraud, to mobilizing the entire lawyer group...

How many inconceivable things had he done for her sake? At this moment, someone knocked on the office door again.

"Mr. Bateman, the staff of the charity auction house are here. Would you like to meet them?"

Cecilia walked in and said.

Christopher was in a bad mood, and he did not want to see anyone.

"No," he said.

Cecilia nodded and was about to refuse them.

"Wait," Christopher suddenly said.

Cecilia stopped.

Christopher narrowed his eyes and asked, "What are they doing here?"

...

His secretary said, "They are here to deliver a gem certificate to you."

"Gem certificate?"

Christopher was confused. What was that?

It couldn’t be related to that woman, could it? Thinking of that, he said, "Let them in." "Yes."

Cecilia went out confusedly.

Soon, two men followed Cecilia in.

"Mr. Bateman, we heard that you were returning to work today, so we’re here to express our greetings."

Christopher had always hated those superficial words, so he cut straight to the point, asking "Are you here to deliver the gem certificate?"

"Yes, you left in a hurry last time. The gem certificate was left in our auction house." As the staff member spoke, he handed over the certificate.

Christopher took the certificate and read it suspiciously. However, when he saw the contents, he was stunned. "100 million?"

"That’s right, you won the gem at a price of a hundred million dollars," answered the staff member.

Christopher was astounded.

He spent a hundred million to buy a stone!

This must be a joke!

Compared to those incredible things before, it seemed that 100 million dollars for a gem were not a big deal.

However, he really couldn’t figure out why he had done so many unreasonable things.

Perhaps this was all part of some elaborate hoax. There had to be a reason.

Yes, there had to be.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly took the key and left. He drove all the way back to the villa.

As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to the room.

He was determined to get to the bottom of this.

Maybe he was too close to these things. He needed a fresh eye.

Thus, he needed to ask Janice.

In the bedroom, his wife had just changed her clothes and was about to leave when the door opened. She was stunned as she saw Christopher rush in.

Her face was full of surprise. "Honey, is something wrong?"

She was planning to meet him at the office.

Christopher was not in the mood to answer her question. Instead, he stepped forward and asked, "Is that stone with you?"

"What stone?"

Janice didn’t understand.

Christopher thought for a moment and said, "The thing called the "Mermaid’s Tear."

Janice, however, was still confused.

Christopher continued, "It’s a valuable gem."

Upon hearing his words, she remembered that he had indeed given her a precious gem before he fell unconscious that day.

She turned to the bedside table, opened one of the drawers, took out a box, and handed it over.

"It should be this," she said.

Christopher glanced at the jewelry box she handed over. After a pause, he took it and slowly opened it. There was an irregular blue gemstone inside. It was obviously not developed yet, and it was still in its original form.

"Is this the stone worth a hundred million?" he thought.

He narrowed his eyes. He did not think the stone was worth a hundred million dollars.

So why did he buy it at that time?

Because the gem might appreciate in value?

Or was there some special meaning?

He frowned.

"Chris, what’s wrong with you?"

Looking into his wife’s concerned eyes, Christopher suddenly remembered something and asked, "Do you know why I bought this?"

Janice shook her head.

"Then when I sent you off, what did I say?" he asked again.

She responded simply with "Nothing".

Christopher felt depressed.

Why the hell did he buy it then?