Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 676: Don’t Play Acting with Me

Chapter 676: Chapter 676: Don’t Play Acting with Me

Because the shock was too great, Oliver Piers’s voice carried a hint of urgency. He realized his impulsiveness immediately, slightly embarrassed, and smiled, "Brandon, there’s no need to worry. I am your third uncle. This company’s mine and thus, it’s yours too. We’re family."

"You’re right, Third Uncle. We’re family. If the company is mine, naturally it is yours too." Brandon Piers returned the original words to Oliver and then looked at Kelvin Max.

Kelvin immediately took out a stack of documents from his briefcase and handed one to each person present.

Everyone opened the documents with puzzled expressions. The meeting room fell even quieter.

Adam Piers’s mouth slightly gaped, "This... what’s with this five percent share?"

He had worked so hard to determine that the shares were in the Midsummer Trust. How were they now in Brandon Piers’s hands?

No wonder this guy was so calm. If that’s the case, hadn’t he been toying with his third uncle and the others from the start?

Adam looked at Brandon with a complex expression, only to see him looking calmly at everyone. He then looked at his third uncle, noticing that the usually most hypocritical man now had a colorful face. Daniel Piers wasn’t faring any better.

His father’s mouth was slightly ajar, and after a while, he blurted out, "How is this possible!"

"If Second Lord has any doubts about the content of the documents, you can go to court to verify." Kelvin kindly reminded.

Mason Piers was about to speak when Adam pulled him aside, somewhat annoyed, "Why are you pulling me?"

Obviously, he was afraid his father would stand out.

But Adam didn’t dare say it, fearing that his father’s impulsive nature might flare up and he would hit him in public. He could only lie with his eyes open, "I... I just saw your sleeve was crooked and wanted to fix it for you."

Adam awkwardly smiled after saying that.

Mason came to his senses after looking at the document again, realizing it was impossible to fake. So the five percent shares of the Greens had long been in Brandon Piers’s hands.

Everything the third brother had done in the past days was in vain. This brat had known everything from the beginning and watched them attempt to seize the Piers group. He felt both anger and shame. At the same time, he was slightly relieved that he’d followed his son’s advice and hadn’t bet everything on the third brother. So Mason, interrupted by Adam, lost his initial urge to act impulsively.

What Mason understood, how could Oliver and Daniel not? They had been played like monkeys by Brandon Piers!

Everyone in the meeting room had varied expressions, completely unprepared for this sudden incident.

No one had expected that the sickly second young master, who looked like an immortal but found a fat wife, wasn’t a waste at all.

Previously, everyone thought the second and third branches had made so many small moves, but this person remained unresponsive because he was weak and incompetent. Who would have thought he held the trump card all along, just waiting to see a joke?

They couldn’t help but glance more at Brandon Piers.

Brandon looked calmly at Oliver Piers, and Kelvin understood, "Master Piers, although you are the second young master’s third uncle, the group has its regulations. Please step aside."

"You... you guys..." Oliver had assumed his long-cherished wish would finally be fulfilled, but he didn’t expect he’d been played by Brandon Piers from the start. The Midsummer Trust, the shares being used for charity, it was all this bastard’s plot.

How had he foolishly believed that this monster would marry a fatty for no reason? So that five percent share had actually been in Abigail Green’s hands.

"Third Uncle, there’s no need to be so agitated. You stepped down from the position of executive president for health reasons. How about once you recover, I’ll arrange a leisurely position for you in the company to keep your later years interesting?" Brandon Piers said sincerely upon seeing Oliver’s agitation.

"Puh..." Oliver, already trembling with anger, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood upon hearing Brandon’s words and meeting his innocent and sincere gaze.

"Father!"

"Director Piers..."

Daniel Piers was shocked, and the other senior executives who followed Oliver also stood up.

"Ah, Third Uncle, why are you so agitated?" Brandon Piers exclaimed, eyes full of surprise and confusion.

Hearing this, Oliver, who couldn’t bear the joy and anger and was still dizzy from spitting blood, was enraged. His fake benevolent look vanished as he glared at Brandon, "You... you..."

Before he could finish, Oliver fainted.

Daniel gave Brandon a deep look and quickly told someone to dial 911.

As Oliver was taken away by the ambulance, the meeting naturally couldn’t proceed. Brandon looked regretful, and Kelvin stepped forward, "Everyone, let’s call it a day."

Everyone exchanged glances, no longer showing the previous disrespect towards Brandon, now more worried about their own future.

Brandon returned to his office, soon receiving a call from the hospital. His lips curled up slightly, and Kelvin shivered. Then there was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

Adam Piers opened the door, sighing at the grand office. This monster did know how to enjoy himself. Even when he held a leisurely position, he didn’t forget to get the best setup. But that wasn’t his purpose for coming. After scanning Brandon’s office, he immediately gossiped, "I heard that although Third Uncle was resuscitated in time, he was paralyzed on his left side due to a stroke."

His father had told him this after visiting the hospital.

Thinking about how Third Uncle, once so proud, was now paralyzed, Adam felt a pang of irony and believed even more that his previous choice was correct.

But Adam knew Oliver’s health had always been good. Even if he had a stroke due to anger, it wouldn’t lead to paralysis. So, while it seemed he was gloating, he was actually testing Brandon.

If Brandon managed to paralyze Third Uncle even when Daniel was present, that was truly terrifying.

The third branch wouldn’t stand a chance in the future.

Despite Daniel’s outstanding ability, his foundation was ultimately too shallow. The third branch had been emptied by this monster, and now with Oliver’s fall, it’d be a case of rats deserting a sinking ship.

Fighting Brandon was like chasing a lost cause.

"Oh." Brandon responded calmly, leaning back, "Did you come to tell me this?"

"Hehe, of course not. I’m here to plead for my father, hehe." Adam grinned foolishly despite having a dandy face, looking extremely incongruent.

Brandon chuckled lightly, "Stop pretending. Spill your thoughts."

"I’ll persuade my father to transfer ten percent of his shares to me and retire. In return, you give me a leisurely position in the company." Adam smiled widely.

Oliver might not care about the leisurely position, but Adam sure did.

As for why he wanted his father to give him ten percent of the shares, it was naturally to reassure Brandon.

After all, with twenty percent of shares in his father’s hands, it was like holding a ticking time bomb. Giving Adam ten percent would dilute the weight of these shares.

But there was another reason, Bertha Swift.

Thinking about Bertha’s look in his eyes, Adam fumed internally. He wanted that woman to see if he could make something of himself.

Brandon stared at Adam for a while, then chuckled softly, "You’re quite smart."

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