Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

Chapter 29: Who is Threatening Whom

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Mark and Ben felt like crying.

Weren’t they supposed to be sent away? How did the situation become like this!

Abigail Green frowned, not knowing what Brandon Piers was up to. Was he standing up for Ruby Green?

Although she was the one who called the police, she was also well aware that the Greens would certainly not cause too much commotion in the critical moment of their engagement with the Piers.

She had plenty of ways to make the mother and daughter apologize to her in front of Lincoln Green.

But it might be troublesome to play the video right in front of Brandon Piers.

Her fake dad was unreliable, and she was still officially a freshman. If Brandon Piers knew that the baby was hers and that she had slept with him, who knew how the soft and girly gentleman would react to this fact?

After that, she might not even have a chance to see the child, let alone be hired to take care of him.

The Greens might get economically sanctioned by Piers for their flagrant deception.

But backing down now was not Abigail’s style.

Many thoughts flashed through Abigail’s mind in just a few seconds, all finally turning into an even calmer demeanor, “Sister has proof, you mean the gardener’s testimony right? Why not call him here to confirm.”

Playing the video would be the worst option.

“The gardener already said that you paid him to hurt me out of jealousy because I was going to marry Brandon Piers. My mother was just implicated because she was protecting me.” With Brandon Piers backing her, Ruby Green was confident.

“Really? What’s so enviable about marrying Brandon Piers?” Abigail Green found it amusing, not to mention that Ruby Green was too confident, actually thinking that she could marry into the Piers.

Brandon Piers, “…”

Fat bitch!

Does she just like men with abs? He had them too.

“Haha, I can understand you, Abigail. After all, it’s quite…to say you like Brandon Piers given your current state. But if you didn’t like Brandon Piers, you wouldn’t have been so anxious to go to the Piers for Grandfather Piers’s birthday.” Ruby Green paused, deliberately suggesting that Abigail’s actions were due to infatuation with Brandon Piers, firstly to reduce any association between Abigail and the baby, and secondly to arouse Brandon’s disgust for Abigail.

After all, who would want to be liked, let alone pestered, by a 200-pound fat girl?

Hearing that, Brandon Piers relaxed and leaned back, a slight warmth on his extraordinarily handsome face, genteel and elegant.

Lincoln Green was very embarrassed to see his two daughters arguing over a man in front of him, and quickly poured water and brewed tea for Brandon Piers.

Abigail Green thought Ruby Green was very funny. She could be so openly foolish. She moved slightly closer to her, lowered her voice, “Are you sure you want me to tell why I went to the Piers?”

“You…” Ruby Green looked into Abigail’s mocking eyes, felt a tremor in her heart, and subconsciously looked at Brandon Piers.

She saw Brandon Piers looking at her with a smile as well.

Her heart missed a beat. Could it be that Brandon knew something?

Impossible. How dare this fat bitch tell Brandon.

It seemed as if Abigail knew what Ruby was thinking, looked at her with sincere eyes. Her gaze made Ruby feel flustered and she involuntarily looked at Rose Taylor.

At this moment, Rose Taylor suddenly understood why Abigail’s presence seemed odd before: even though she might be the same person, something was off because she was not the same anymore.

The Abigail of the past would have shrunk in a corner, accepting blame and humiliation from Lincoln Green and them if she were framed. Where would she have the courage to stand up, let alone not show any traces of fear in her eyes?

Even today’s police were called by her.

This was not Abigail Green!

Or rather, she was a changed Abigail Green.

The current Abigail was not afraid of them. What if she mentioned the baby in front of Brandon Piers…

Rose Taylor suddenly started feeling anxious.