Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 660: Identity is both an Honor and a Shackle

Chapter 660: Chapter 660: Identity is both an Honor and a Shackle

The Piers’ anniversary celebration was no small matter.

Especially in recent years, the public opinion outside had become increasingly unfavorable toward the Piers. Internal strife among various factions had never ceased.

The overall operation of the Piers had deteriorated significantly.

Coupled with Nathan Moses’s incident yesterday, the leaked video not only pushed Maurice Moses into the spotlight but also exposed the Piers’ internal power struggles to the public.

Under such circumstances, the anniversary celebration was essentially a grand performance.

Brandon Piers felt somewhat regretful that Abigail Green could not accompany him, but he thought it might be for the best. She should not have to witness those hypocritical faces.

The next day.

Brandon Piers arrived at the venue, timing it perfectly. He wore a custom suit, his broad shoulders and narrow waist accentuated, and a white shirt buttoned up to the top. His slim-fitting trousers and black handmade leather shoes added a touch of formal yet relaxed ease. His striking looks made him the center of attention as soon as he entered.

Even Daniel Piers, who was always regarded as a god by the employees of the Piers, looked somewhat lackluster in comparison to Brandon.

Oliver Piers and Mason Piers almost simultaneously looked toward Brandon.

Brandon gracefully smiled at his two uncles.

It was just that when he smiled, both men felt a chill down their spines.

The surrounding women, however, felt differently. The moment Brandon appeared, he almost captivated the souls of everyone present. When he suddenly smiled, he took the remaining souls along with him.

This included some prominent heiresses from wealthy families.

Brandon Piers frowned slightly when he noticed this. Just then, a bold woman, noticing he had appeared without a companion, approached with a wine glass in hand.

"Master Brandon..."

"Bertha, this is my son, Brandon." Just as the woman was about to strike up a conversation with Brandon, Eva Bell walked over with an exceptionally beautiful girl and gently introduced them.

Brandon frowned as Eva introduced Bertha Swift, "Brandon, this is Bertha Swift, the young lady of the Swift family."

Her tone was familiar and affectionate, as if their mother-son relationship had never experienced any discord.

Brandon’s eyes showed detachment as he looked at his mother, already guessing her intentions.

Indeed, his mother was still his mother.

"Master Brandon, hello." Bertha Swift, standing there, naturally knew who Eva Bell and her son were. Ever since seeing Brandon once at a school ceremony, she had never stopped thinking about him.

Compared to Adam Piers, this man was the true standout.

If she had to choose a man from the Piers, she would naturally choose the most outstanding one.

Daniel Piers was also good, but she trusted her judgment.

Especially when she saw this man dig through an explosion site with his hands for a fat person, she wanted to be loved by such a man.

In short, Brandon Piers sparked her desire to conquer.

So when she learned that Mrs. Piers disliked Abigail Green and even had conflicts with Brandon over her, she seized the opportunity.

Brandon Piers glanced indifferently at the young lady. He had to admit that his mother had a good eye for people. Bertha Swift not only had an outstanding family background and appearance, but she also had eyes that resembled his little "fattie."

But unfortunately, no one could replace his Abigail.

Bertha Swift awkwardly extended her hand, but she received no response from the man. Her expression turned somewhat awkward.

Fortunately, Eva Bell saw this coming and took Bertha’s hand, "Bertha, don’t mind him. He is very stubborn."

"Thank you, Auntie." Bertha Swift quickly expressed her gratitude.

Brandon Piers looked on, giving Eva a cold look, "If you have nothing else, Mother, I have other matters to attend to."

Before he could finish speaking, Eva Bell locked arms with him in front of everyone. Brandon instinctively wanted to pull away, but his mother whispered in his ear, "My dear son, are you sure you want to throw your loving mother aside at the company’s anniversary celebration with the media present?"

Brandon paused and looked at his mother’s still beautiful face despite her age, taking a deep breath.

Eva’s next move almost suffocated Brandon.

After threatening Brandon, Eva linked arms with Bertha Swift.

Could anything be a more direct announcement of identity than this?

As expected, this commotion quickly caused a stir throughout the venue, and even the late-arriving Adam Piers was momentarily stunned.

"What’s going on?"

Brandon’s face turned so dark it could almost drip water. But with his mother’s grip on his arm and in front of so many people, if he really shook off Eva, it wouldn’t just be a scandal; it’d be seen as unfilial.

Despite the intense internal struggles within the Piers over the years, the media had always been presented with a picture of brotherly harmony and prosperity. This was because the Piers was no longer just the Piers; as a leading company in the pharmaceutical industry, it served as a benchmark and a centuries-old national enterprise.

A simple scandal could cause fluctuations in the Piers’ stock. This was why, after the gambling incident involving Oliver Piers, he had to step down to calm the public opinion.

So after Nathan Moses’s incident yesterday, Oliver Piers dared not act recklessly.

Sometimes a status is both an honor and a shackle.

If today he dared to throw off his mother, by tomorrow morning, the news would spread far and wide.

Suppressing his inner agitation, Brandon watched as his mother elegantly weaved through the banquet with two wooden figures, almost announcing in public that Bertha Swift was his designated daughter-in-law.

Fortunately, the banquet soon commenced, and Brandon, as the largest shareholder of Piers, naturally had to give a speech.

Enduring his feelings, he finished his speech. As he stepped down, he saw Maurice Moses standing beside Oliver Piers. Picking up a glass of brandy from a waiter, he lifted it toward Maurice in a toast.

Maurice Moses’s face changed instantly. Remembering the "gifts" he had received from Brandon today, his hand trembled slightly. He apologized to Oliver Piers, "Mr. CEO, this time it’s all my son’s fault. He has already been punished. Please forgive him for his youth and immaturity."

"Twenty-three and still young?" Oliver Piers didn’t miss Brandon’s actions, and his eyes, as sharp as a hawk’s, revealed deep scrutiny. His usual kind and gentle tone was gone.

Maurice Moses trembled, "Mr. CEO..."

"Submit your resignation yourself." Oliver Piers, habitual in his suspicions, believed Maurice Moses and Brandon had staged this. Hence, he couldn’t keep Maurice.

Maurice didn’t expect Oliver to be so ruthless, "Mr. CEO, you promised me..."

His sentence cut short by a chilling glance from Oliver Piers, filled with killing intent, Maurice trembled. Realizing he had been played by Brandon, he knew that persisting in arguing with Oliver would only lead to worse outcomes. Suppressing his anger, he said, "Thank you, Mr. CEO."

In his heart, he wished to dig up the graves of the Piers, cursing them all for being devious bastards.

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