Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 514: How much has she given you, I’ll give you three times more!

Chapter 514: Chapter 514: How much has she given you, I’ll give you three times more!

Hotel.

Abigail’s senses were sharper than most, making the pain even more intense.

As she awoke on the white bed, a sharp pain pulsed through the back of her head, so severe that she dared not move her neck.

She could only roll her eyes to take stock of her surroundings.

From the layout, it was clear she was in a hotel room.

But why a hotel?

Abigail had just come around, her mind struggling to piece together the recent events involving the middle-aged man and woman. Were they from the Piers’ second branch? Or had she offended someone?

The shot they had given her was no simple matter. It hit an acupuncture point with ruthless precision.

And the needle had been laced with a numbing agent that now rendered her limbs numb.

Why would someone so ruthlessly proficient bring her to a hotel?

As she contemplated this, she felt an even stronger heat inside her, more intense than when she had first left the private room.

Abigail was now certain there had been something in the juice she drank.

She was frustrated. When everyone began coaxing her, she only remembered that she couldn’t drink alcohol because she was still breastfeeding Teddy. She hadn’t considered that something could be added to a college student’s drink.

Her face turned slightly pale. Despite several attempts, she couldn’t lift her arms.

"Damn it," Abigail cursed softly. She tried to regulate her breathing to suppress the abnormal sensations in her body, but her Tai Chi skills, which required years of practice from a young age, were no match for her current condition.

Abigail had no idea what the situation was and could only lie on the bed, slowly inching downward.

Thud!

She finally managed to reach the edge of the bed but lacked the strength and fell to the floor with a thud.

It was then that Abigail noticed her clothes had been changed into a rather sexy camisole, showcasing her body’s assets. The purpose was unmistakable.

Clenching her fists tightly, she used them to prop herself up and scanned the hotel room, seeing no one else. Had the person not yet arrived?

Realizing this possibility, Abigail knew she needed to recover quickly and leave before anyone came.

But her captor clearly assumed she couldn’t escape, or they wouldn’t have left her like this.

Abigail attempted to get up several times, only to fall again and again. At that moment, footsteps echoed from outside.

Her heart tightened. She lifted her wrist with effort and bit down hard, tasting the metallic tang of blood. She slowly released her bite.

Feeling slightly clearer, she crawled towards the bedstand and grabbed a golden desk lamp.

Dusk had fallen. Just as Abigail pulled down the lamp, the sun dipped below the horizon, darkening the room.

Click.

At the same time, the hotel room door opened.

Bang!

"Ah, bitch!" As the person stepped in, Abigail, using the remaining light, hurled the metal lamp with all her strength.

It hit its target sharply and accurately.

The lamp struck the man’s forehead heavily with a bang, causing him to cry out in pain.

Abigail recognized the voice immediately.

It was the male waiter who had thrown a fruit plate at her in the private room.

Damn. No wonder she felt something was off back then. It was all intentional.

From the beginning, someone had set her up.

A mental image of Duncan Symons’s face, darkened with jealousy and hidden in the shadows, flashed before her eyes. She had underestimated these female students.

Because of their age, she had treated them as children.

Additionally, after reprimanding them in the dormitory last time, Duncan had behaved herself, making Abigail forget how jealousy could make someone ugly and vicious.

They must have known who she was from the start, sending a handsome man to seduce her.

They weren’t trying to ruin her reputation. They aimed to destroy her marriage.

Thinking of the handsome and extraordinary man waiting for her at home, Abigail tightened her fists.

The waiter, having been hit by the lamp, found the switch and turned on the light. Holding his forehead, he glared viciously at Abigail sitting on the floor. "You fat bitch, if I wasn’t paid, do you think I’d touch a pig like you? And you still dare to hit me!"

Abigail, already feeling the combined effects of the sedative and aphrodisiac coursing through her, suffered from the strike. Though her ears rang from the slap, she didn’t stay idle and headbutted him in the groin.

"Ahhh..." The waiter hadn’t expected Abigail to have any strength left, and this blow was even more precise and brutal than before, hitting his most sensitive area. He screamed like a pig being slaughtered and looked at Abigail with terror. "You... you..."

"Was it Duncan who hired you? How much did she pay? I can triple it," Abigail offered painfully, seeing that he was momentarily incapacitated.

"I don’t know any Duncan you’re talking about, but someone did pay me to seduce you." The waiter spoke cautiously, afraid Abigail might strike again if he let his guard down.

He relied on his manhood to make a living. If it got damaged tonight, what would become of his future?

"Seduce me?" Abigail had only glanced at him briefly outside the private room, thinking he was a young and handsome boy. But now, up close, it was clear that though young, he had long drained his vitality through excessive indulgence, lacking any real charm. Seduce her? What a joke.

The only person capable of seducing her was Brandon Piers.

"Ha! What’s with the attitude? A fat girl like you dares look down on me? I’m the top pick at Seven," the waiter retorted angrily at Abigail’s tone.

Abigail was taken aback. This Grill Karaoke Bar also ran gigolo business?

She had no interest in his blabbering. "Oh? How much did they pay?"

Seeing she genuinely intended to discuss money, and feeling his manhood throb in pain, the waiter decided to accept her offer. "Thirty thousand. You said you’d triple it, that’s ninety thousand!"

"Fine. Contact my friend to come get me; I’ll give you the money once I’m safe," Abigail coaxed.

"But what if you report me to the police after I contact your friend?" The waiter asked suspiciously.

If her arms weren’t so weak, she would have sighed. Clearly, he wasn’t entirely clueless. "You can call my friend and have her come over. We’ll exchange the money for my release then."

The waiter hesitated, seeing the sincerity in Abigail’s eyes. "Alright... fine."

Abigail rattled off a phone number, watching him dial...

Bang!

The door was suddenly kicked open, and a figure rushed in.

"Abigail, are you okay?" Jeffrey Foster, upon seeing the girl in a camisole on the floor, darkened his gaze and asked urgently.

Abigail was stunned, not expecting Jeffrey Foster to be the first to find her. She shook her head to say she was fine, but Jeffrey had already advanced, kicking the waiter to the ground.

Jeffrey’s strength was no joke. The waiter hit the wall hard, his head lolling to the side as he passed out.

The next moment, a coat was draped over Abigail. She was about to say thanks when she noticed a shadow behind Jeffrey and shouted, "Watch out!"

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