Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 511: The Second Young Master is Showing Off His Love Again, Hurry Up and Check it Out!

Chapter 511: Chapter 511: The Second Young Master is Showing Off His Love Again, Hurry Up and Check it Out!

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The final was still led by Jeffrey Foster.

Unlike the semifinals, the final had two tracks. Each team selected two students: one to answer questions and one to operate. After both completed their tasks, the next pair would begin their operation.

This setup greatly tested the team’s cooperation.

The final was divided into semifinals and finals.

The rules were very strict. If a team didn’t score enough points in the semifinals, they would not make it to the top three, making each step incredibly crucial.

After reading the rules, Abigail Green didn’t let everyone act freely. Instead, she made combinations based on each person’s strengths and weaknesses.

After they finished these arrangements, the host announced the start of the competition.

In the first group, Abigail arranged herself and Lena Locke.

After they finished the operation, Wilson Jasper and Sophie Hope took over, followed by Davis Hudson and her, repeatedly ensuring she entered the track more than anyone else.

Initially, the team was a bit unfamiliar, but as the competition heated up, they quickly got into the groove.

Near the end, the observation hall continuously broadcasted their operations, especially Abigail’s, causing the judges to nod involuntarily.

After the competition ended, Abigail’s team unsurprisingly made it to the finals.

Unexpectedly, Bertha Swift’s team did not reach the last final.

As they left, the small-minded Ralf whistled softly, earning scornful glares from Duncan Symons and Celia Agatha.

Bertha Swift walked out of the competition area in silence.

Abigail glanced at a few people nonchalantly, preparing for the next round of ranking competition.

Seeing Abigail’s reaction, Lena Locke asked softly, "Abby, you don’t seem surprised they lost."

"Mm-hmm. When I learned the final required cooperation, I knew they wouldn’t make it," Abigail answered quietly.

Lena Locke and Master Hudson were puzzled, "Why?"

"Because of their personalities," Wilson Jasper, who had been quiet, responded softly. "In their team, only Bertha Swift is outstanding, the others are just average. But Bertha is different from Abby; she is too arrogant and doesn’t value her teammates. Duncan is extremely conceited and selfish, Celia isn’t easygoing, and the other two don’t have much presence. This kind of team can win operation matches but will lose in cooperation matches."

"Jeffrey is so smart," Abigail praised.

Everyone else nodded in agreement, making Wilson blush.

At this point, Lena interjected, "Why do I feel like when Abby praises Jeffrey, it’s like praising a pet?"

"I feel the same when she pats you," Master Hudson genuinely remarked.

Abigail adjusted her black-framed glasses and widened her innocent almond-shaped eyes, "Do I?"

Everyone nodded in unison, "Yes!"

Abigail laughed and pleaded her case.

The next round was a speed question competition, covering a wide range and very difficult areas, including case analysis, X-rays, ECGs...

These were clearly beyond Lena and the others’ knowledge.

They looked at Abigail dumbfounded, seemingly asking, what do we do now? Are we going to die here?

"Wrong answers cost points. Should we still try to answer?" Lena raised her hand and asked weakly.

Abigail slightly curled her lips, "Try to answer all the questions you can."

"Huh?" Everyone thought they misheard.

"I mean it literally," Abigail replied, feeling a bit sorry for the remaining teams, thinking she was bullying them.

They finally confirmed Abigail wasn’t joking and genuinely wanted them to try to answer.

Though uneasy, their time together made them trust that Abigail wasn’t one to speak frivolously. Everyone nodded firmly.

Sure enough, when the game started, they began pressing the buzzer while others were still thinking.

At first, the host and judges didn’t take them seriously, thinking they were just eager beavers losing their cool.

But as Abigail accurately answered each time they buzzed in, they quickly stopped underestimating their team.

Even so, out of 120 questions, Abigail’s team answered 56, all correctly, winning the championship with a decisive high score.

When the host announced the result, the four teammates rushed up to hug Abigail.

Brandon Piers watched through the screen, looking displeased, especially seeing two boys joining the hug.

Fortunately, after the initial excitement, everyone quickly calmed down.

Then they went up to the podium, all extremely excited except Abigail, who wore a faint smile radiating a unique grace.

Watching through the screen, Brandon felt a strong sense of pride, took a screenshot, and posted on his Facebook Circle for the first time, "My chubby one."

It was overflowing with pride.

Brandon’s Facebook Circle quickly buzzed with activity.

Pullan, who had just joined the "Men Behind the Second Young Master" group, shouted, "The Second Young Master is showing off again. Come watch."

Soon there were many replies under that post.

Old Mr. Smith, in Gills City, took a more straightforward approach, stealing the photo and posting it on his Facebook Circle, selectively blocking irrelevant people, and captioning it, "My grandson’s wife."

Noel Roberts, who had orchestrated the favorable situation, immediately demanded Brandon treat him to dinner.

Lucy Graham lamented, yet another day of being force-fed dog food.

Michael Piers, what’s with this guy’s Facebook Circle being all about PDA? So tacky.

Luke Scout, I suspect this is a fake account.

Pullan, the second madam is awesome, the strongest female doctor!

Noel Roberts couldn’t help replying to Pullan, bootlicker.

Kelvin Max, does the Second Young Master plan to reward the Second Madam? I’ll prepare.

Kennan Max, same as above.

Recently joined Brandon’s Facebook Circle, Old Mr. Smith sulkily responded with emojis of a pig and a cabbage.

Brandon paid no mind to these reactions, leisurely sitting in his office, eagerly anticipating seeing his chubby one tonight.

Meanwhile, the award ceremony continued.

Jeffrey Foster stood below, quietly watching the people on stage.

She had changed her look and identity. She was no longer the young lady from a family of imperial physicians, without the title of a prodigy, not the only granddaughter of Church Smith, without the resumes from Yale University and Cleveland, and even without a standout figure. Yet she remained the most dazzling girl in the world.

He once thought she would be his girl.

But because of that accident...

Thinking of Abigail’s death, a sharp but fleeting emotion crossed Jeffrey’s gentle face, followed by a sense of despondency. He couldn’t help but recall Abigail asking him at Moon Lake Manor, why did Dr. Smith die?

At that time, he wasn’t sure if she was Abigail, shocked that she asked him, but it all paled compared to the pain after knowing she was Abigail and rethinking her question.

"I’m sorry, Abby, I’m sorry..."

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