Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 671: Is She Going to Die?

Chapter 671: Chapter 671: Is She Going to Die?

Swarming reporters arrived for the scoop but found nothing. A grand drama turned into a one-woman show for Eva Bell. Eva didn’t even have the strength to save face; she was almost caught in a humiliating photo by the reporters, filled with a hidden fury. Abigail Green must have done something to her, making her movement difficult.

Eva’s body slowly regained sensation after an unknown amount of time, just as she received a call from Oliver Piers. On the other end was unapologetically mocking, "Is this the capability of the Bell family’s eldest daughter? What a surprise."

"Who do you think you are? My business is none of your concern!" Eva had exhausted her grace today, mercilessly chastising Oliver Piers as well.

"If I recall correctly, your sister-in-law asked for quite a bit of help from me today." Oliver was never one to be easy to deal with.

"So how did your people let Abigail Green get up there so quickly?" Mentioning this made Eva even angrier.

Oliver’s expression was unyielding, "It was your hotel manager from the Bell family who personally escorted her up."

"Are your people blind? Couldn’t they recognize Abigail Green and stop her?" Eva ridiculed with a sneer.

"That’s because..." Halfway through, Oliver suddenly realized he was arguing with a woman and stopped himself.

However, Eva took it as him feeling guilty and became even more aggressive, "Because what? It can only be because your people are useless."

"You... Fine, we all made mistakes in this matter. What do you plan to do next?" Oliver secretly noted how close he came to being led astray by this foolish woman.

Eva responded with a cold laugh, "There’s no need for CEO Piers to worry about that."

With that, Eva hung up the phone directly. She knew better than anyone that she and Oliver were just using each other.

She also understood Oliver’s heart for the entire Piers conglomerate. He only wanted to use her to weaken Brandon.

But she didn’t believe Brandon would give up the company for a woman.

Besides, compared to Abigail Green, Bertha Swift’s identity was more advantageous for him to solidify his connections in the company.

Added to the humiliation Abigail caused her today, Eva’s hatred for Abigail deepened, transferring her animosity from Minnie Swift to Abigail herself.

Looking at her swollen face in the mirror from Abigail’s beating, Eva’s eyes glinted coldly. She was determined to make Abigail get out far away; she would never allow Abigail to stay by Brandon’s side.

For her sake, Brandon even abandoned her, his mother.

Thinking of this, Eva’s hatred for Minnie grew deeper. Minnie, who had stolen her lover in life, now even let her daughter steal her son after death.

Why?

Years of accumulated emotions twisted Eva’s already swollen face into madness, even deepening the fine lines at the corners of her eyes. The more she looked at herself in the mirror, the more she broke down, throwing the mirror out, also knocking over a nearby wine glass.

The sound of shattering mirror mixed with the crisp crash of the wine glass. The spilled alcohol wet the documents Brandon left on the ground, staining them. Eva kicked it away in disgust.

At this moment, she was not only disgusted with Abigail but also developed a strong resistance to her good son. She lost interest in the things he brought over and instead recalled a person she saw in the information on Abigail Green that Oliver gave her.

Maybe she didn’t need to take action herself in this matter.

With this thought, Eva picked up her phone and dialed a number.

...

Unlike the mess in Eva’s room, another suite not far from hers was full of romantic warmth.

Abigail had never seen this side of Brandon Piers.

Brutal, wild, and unrestrained.

Abigail didn’t know if it was the drugs that triggered the man’s madness or if he inherently had a bit of savagery that was now unleashed, like an uncontrollable beast, wanting to tear her apart each time.

Only now did she realize how restrained Brandon usually was.

As he lay on top of her, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking the bedspread.

At first, Abigail could bear it, but by the end, she hoarsely begged for mercy, yet the man, like a perpetual motion machine, showed no sign of stopping, growing wilder each time.

Later, Abigail felt she was more out of breath than in, her whole body like a broken rag doll, just praying the man would snap out of it sooner.

But what awaited her was even more intense torment. At one point, she even felt the suffocation of death, only to be released at the last moment.

She gasped for air like a drowning person. Just as she caught her breath, Brandon started again.

When Abigail finally passed out, she wondered if she was going to die.

Fortunately, she woke up the next day.

But not naturally; she was woken by hunger.

Looking at the dim room, Abigail temporarily couldn’t distinguish where or when she was. Her whole body felt like it had been run over by a truck, every inch of skin in pain. She couldn’t help but moan in pain, drawing a long arm.

Abigail reflexively dodged, waking the resting leopard. The amber eyes looked blankly at the startled Abigail, "Abigail..."

Brandon called out her name but found his voice gone. His throat was dry and sore, his thigh and palm aching from his earlier movement. Some memories from the previous night flashed, realizing Abigail was actually afraid of him.

"I’m sorry..." This time, Brandon finally made a sound, though it was hoarse and somewhat grating, unlike his usual clear voice.

Abigail realized what she had just done, but felt no guilt, instead glaring angrily at the man, "Pervert."

Brandon reached out, "Come here, let me see."

Abigail didn’t move, instead extending her delicate hand to Brandon’s forehead, "No fever, any other discomfort?"

Brandon didn’t speak. His long arm forcefully pulled Abigail, only for her to yelp in pain, revealing her body covered in bruises. His mouth fell open, "Did I... did I do this?"

"Who else?" Abigail retorted irritably, feeling pain with every slightly louder word. She glared at Brandon even more angrily.

"Sorry..." Brandon felt his heart clench, lowering his head in helplessness like a scolded child.

Seeing this, Abigail’s heart softened instantly. She jabbed Brandon’s nose with her fingertip, "I’m not even mad, and you’re already feeling wronged?"

"I’m not, I just..."

"Enough, let me see your injuries." Abigail cut off Brandon’s apology. Though she had nearly been tormented to death last night, seeing the usually noble and handsome Brandon lowering his head in self-blame like a child, she couldn’t bear it. She struggled to move closer to check his injuries but gasped from the tearing pain below.

Brandon quickly held her down, "Does it hurt a lot? Should we see a doctor?"

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