Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife Chapter 670

Chapter 670: Chapter 670: Brandon, let me see your injury Chapter 670: Chapter 670: Brandon, let me see your injury “Madam, madam…” Pullan called a few times anxiously as Abigail didn't respond for a long time.

“I got it.” Abigail gritted her teeth and decided to take Brandon Piers to Benjamin Jones's room.

Click.

Just as Abigail pondered on how to get upstairs, a door beside her suddenly opened. Adam Piers walked out in a bathrobe, yawning. He was stunned to see Abigail and then noticed the dark head resting on her shoulder. “Sis… sister-in-law, you… are you having an affair?”

Abigail almost had a heart attack. Who the hell was having an affair? She then brightened up and swallowed her curse. “You live here?”

“Yeah… yeah,” Adam replied, his tongue a bit tied as he tried to see the man Abigail was supporting clearly.

Abigail didn't care about anything else and directly shouted, “Come and help!”

Because of Brandon's accumulated authority, Adam also felt a sense of reverence toward Abigail. He quickly stepped forward to support the man, realizing it was his monstrous cousin. His jaw almost dropped in shock but then heard the usually noble and aloof monster scolding in a hoarse, lust-filled voice, “Don't touch me.”

It was the first time seeing Brandon like this. Adam, frightened, let go immediately, only to hear Abigail command, “Don't listen to him. Hurry up!”

Saying that, Abigail supported Brandon and headed towards Adam's room.

Adam, watching Abigail's difficult movements, finally gritted his teeth and stepped forward to help, guiding them to his room.

Once inside, Abigail leaned against the wall, gasping for air. The next moment, the man beside her, not giving her any space, clung to her again. Abigail patted Brandon softly. “Be good, don't make trouble.”

Abigail wanted to check Brandon's injuries, but as she looked up, she was stupefied, staring blankly at the three different yet equally beautiful girls in bathrobes. Her mouth slightly opened, and her mind was filled with inappropriate images. Then she slowly turned to look at Adam.

Adam noticed the shock in Abigail's eyes and hastily explained, “Sister-in-law, listen to me, it's not what you think…”

“I didn't think anything,” Abigail quickly waved her hands. She didn't care why Adam was having such a big party.

“It's really not what you think. We were just playing mahjong, just playing mahjong, understand?” Adam didn't believe Abigail's expression meant she thought nothing.

Hearing his explanation, Abigail's mouth twitched a few times. “Alright, whatever you say it is. But the reporters are coming soon. Can you do me a favor?”

Adam knew from Abigail's perfunctory tone that he couldn't clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River. However, there was more important business at hand, so he could only endure, “What can I help with, sister-in-law?”

“Send these girls away,” Abigail quickly said, turning to see the man beside her, his skin turned pale pink from the drug, clinging to her like vines. She softly said, “Be good, endure a little longer.”

Adam couldn't help shivering. Looking at the three women who couldn't grasp the situation, he ordered, “Didn't you hear? What are you waiting for?”

Although the three women didn't know who Abigail was, they knew from Adam's usual arrogant behavior that she must be someone they couldn't afford to offend. They quickly retreated to the bedroom.

Moments later, the three women, fully dressed, walked out. At the doorway, Adam, also changed, coldly eyed them. “If any of you dare to reveal today's events, don't blame me for making life impossible for you in Swallow City.”

After saying that, Adam handed each of them a check.

“We understand Master Adam's rules,” the three women sensibly accepted the checks, winked at Adam, and swayed their hips as they left the room.

Adam turned to Abigail, changing his demeanor, “Sister-in-law, is there anything else I can do?”

“Get out.” Before Abigail could answer, the man at his limit shouted with a hoarse voice, “Get out.”

Adam trembled in fear, “Okay, okay, I'm getting out, I'm getting out…” As he reached the door, he quickly added, “We were really just playing mahjong tonight.”

Bang!

This time, before Brandon could speak, Adam quickly shut the door.

But then he bumped into a warm body. About to curse, he saw a pair of watery eyes, slightly stunned. “Bertha… Bertha Swift?”

Bertha Swift staggered out of Eva Bell's room, trying to escape with the remaining shred of sanity. Encountering a cold body and hearing Adam's voice, for the first time, she found this damn dandy's voice so pleasant. She reached out, “Master Adam, help me…”

She never expected Eva's methods to be so despicable. Although she coveted Brandon, she wasn't so low as to use such contemptible means, using her body as a bargaining chip.

Her pride wouldn't allow it.

Thinking of herself begging like a lowly bitch, only to be rejected, her self-esteem couldn't take it. But this moment of clarity only got her out of the room. Meeting Adam, her senses overwhelmed by the drug again, she desperately sought his help.

Adam stared at the blushing Bertha, like a little dog begging for help, completely bewildered. This woman actually begged?

But the elevator's ding woke Adam up. In a flash, he dragged Bertha into the emergency stairway.

As soon as they entered, hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor.

In the room, Abigail, hearing the sound, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Into the phone not yet hung up, she instructed, “Pullan, have Kennan Max's men temporarily retreat. Brandon and I are… safe.”

Before she finished, pain flared in her neck, causing her to gasp, struggling to finish her last words before hanging up.

Pullan wondered what happened to Abigail just now.

But thinking Abigail said they were safe, he relaxed and quickly dialed Kennan's number.

Kennan already retreated to the car, watching the restored surveillance video. Before Pullan called, he already confirmed Abigail and Brandon's safety, feeling relieved. If it wasn't for Abigail's wit, they would all have to atone for their failure with their lives.

This time, the lady was determined to pair the Swift girl with Brandon, meticulously planning every step, catching them off guard.

Kennan felt somewhat dejected. This was a significant mistake on his part.

Just when Kennan's face looked grim, Pullan's call came, relaying Abigail's words.

Kennan responded in a low voice, expressionless, observing the hotel's corridor.

In the hotel room, Abigail's back was pressed against the wall, feeling cold all over. However, the side facing Brandon felt like being roasted near a furnace, scorching hot. Meeting the man's red-glowing eyes, her voice turned husky, struggling to retain her rationality as she softly coaxed, “Brandon, let me check your injuries first.”

The wounds on Brandon's palm and thigh needed treatment.

But Brandon remained unmoved. As soon as Abigail finished speaking, he pounced on her like a poised leopard.

“Brandon…”

Chapter end

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