Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 685 Take Her Away, Protect Her Well

Chapter 685: Chapter 685 Take Her Away, Protect Her Well

Abigail Green was originally knocked out from behind, coupled with a previous concussion. Ever since she woke up, the back of her head had been throbbing with pain. Even though she had kicked Ruby Green earlier, her own head hit the ground as well. Now, pinned down by Johnson, the pain intensified.

But this pain she could endure. However, seeing the force with which Ruby Green slashed down, Abigail knew that even if it didn’t cut to the bone, it would still disfigure her.

Struggling to dodge, Johnson’s strength made it impossible for her to resist.

Ruby Green, like a cat teasing its prey, intentionally toyed with her, wanting to see her in a pitiful state.

After several dodges, urged by Johnson, Ruby Green finally struck down with intent to harm.

Abigail’s head was pounding, and her vision was blurry. She knew she likely wouldn’t escape this calamity today, so she simply closed her eyes.

Bang!

Just as Abigail felt the knife touch her skin, a sudden bang rang out in her ears. The expected pain didn’t come; instead, she heard Ruby Green’s scream.

"Ah..." A piercing shriek.

"Ugh." Accompanying Ruby Green’s scream, pain flared at the back of Abigail’s neck, causing her to groan uncomfortably. She vaguely saw a tall, imposing figure, but before she could make out if it was Brandon Piers, everything went blurry, and she fainted again.

Brandon Piers’ white shirt had a large bloodstain. Seeing Johnson knock Abigail unconscious with a hand chop, his eyes reddened with rage. "Looking to die!"

Johnson grabbed Abigail Green. "Let us go, or I’ll kill her right now."

"Do you think you can still leave?" Brandon Piers’ lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile. The path he took here was filled with ambushes, each one intended to kill him.

As he had suspected, this incident involved more than just the third branch.

"Ah, ah, ah, it hurts, my hand is broken, my hand is broken..." Ruby Green, who had been shot in the wrist, writhed on the ground in pain as Brandon Piers spoke.

Johnson glanced at his daughter in panic. Then he met Brandon Piers’ fierce gaze. "Either let us go, or we die together."

"You dare!" Brandon, holding a gun in one hand and pressing a wound on his abdomen with the other, glared coldly at Johnson, his voice thick with threat.

"The barefoot aren’t afraid of the booted. We have nothing left anyway." Johnson spoke fiercely, looking at the suffering Ruby Green on the ground, eyes full of regret. He shouldn’t have taken this job.

But thinking of Ruby’s plea, he couldn’t refuse his daughter’s request.

"Dad, kill her, kill her!" Ruby Green, clutching her injured wrist with her hand, shouted at Johnson.

Johnson was stunned by the shout, looking at Ruby on the ground in disbelief. "Ruby, what... what did you call me?"

Ruby hesitated for a moment, then her hatred for Abigail overcame everything. "As long as you kill her, I’ll acknowledge you as my dad, do you hear me!"

"Okay, okay, I’ll kill her, I’ll kill her..." Johnson nodded dumbly, still unable to believe that the daughter who hated and even despised him was willing to call him dad and accept him. But his gaze toward Abigail now held murderous intent.

Seeing this, Ruby Green looked at Brandon Piers triumphantly. "Master Brandon, don’t you like her? When she’s dead, you can go be a ghost couple in the netherworld together, ha ha ha!"

Ruby Green laughed hysterically, intending to drag Abigail Green down with her even in death.

Johnson was startled by his daughter’s laughter and his hand trembled, "Ruby, are you... are you okay?"

"Stop talking nonsense, do it quickly." Ruby Green didn’t care at all about Johnson’s concern and ordered ruthlessly.

Johnson didn’t dare to hesitate, pulling out a knife from his side, aiming to slit Abigail Green’s throat.

Brandon Piers’ eyes turned red as he glanced behind Johnson and decisively fired his gun.

Bang!

As the gunshot rang, a figure appeared behind Johnson, kicking his arm, forcing him to drop the knife. Even so, Abigail’s neck still bore a red mark.

Brandon Piers rushed forward, cradling her in his arms, while Benjamin Jones kicked the knife away from Johnson and landed a fierce kick on him.

Already shot, Johnson doubled over in pain and frantically searched for Ruby Green with his eyes. "Ruby, I’m sorry, Dad is sorry..."

"Useless, you useless piece of trash, can’t even kill Abigail Green!" Ruby, glaring at Abigail Green who was now in Brandon’s embrace, screamed in jealousy and pain.

Holding the injured Abigail, Brandon Piers’ eyes were filled with worry. Hearing Ruby’s screaming, he stepped on her wounded wrist. "Noisy."

"Ahhhh..." Ruby’s screams were so piercing it seemed to shake her very soul.

Benjamin Jones, surprised, shrugged and looked at the two groups of men who had just entered the chemical factory. He ordered his men, "Tie them up and hand them over to the police."

But Brandon Piers turned to him coldly and asked, "Didn’t you just find a chemical pool in this abandoned factory? Throw her in before handing her to the cops."

Benjamin Jones glanced at Brandon, then at his men. They instantly understood, pretending not to hear anything.

Pullan then had his men lift Ruby Green towards the chemical pool, while a crazed Johnson, ignoring his own injuries, struggled to save his daughter. Pullan’s men pinned his arms behind his back, his body trembling with pain, desperately murmuring Ruby’s name.

Yet Brandon Piers, holding Abigail, didn’t spare them a glance.

Splash!

"Help! Let me go, no... ahhh..." With a splash, Ruby Green’s scream of anguish pierced the ears of even some of the men present, causing them to shiver.

Brandon Piers didn’t even blink. He carried Abigail to the car, but just as he put her down, he swayed weakly against the car door. His white shirt was drenched in red, and Pullan, eyes red with anxiety, shouted, "Master Brandon, don’t just stand there, get in the car!"

But Brandon didn’t move. Instead, his gaze fell on Benjamin Jones approaching. "Take her to your car."

Benjamin Jones thought he misheard, frowning at the clearly injured Brandon Piers. On their way to the factory, they had faced three waves of vicious attacks.

"Aren’t you fond of her? I’ll give you a chance to take her away." Brandon Piers said each word clearly.

If Benjamin Jones thought he had misheard before, now he thought Brandon Piers was insane. After risking his life to save Abby, he was letting him take her away?

Benjamin Jones didn’t move, his stern face scrutinizing Brandon Piers.

Brandon clenched his fist, veins bulging on his arm. "I’ll give you one chance. Take her and protect her."

"Abby is not an object." Benjamin Jones said each word clearly, but just when everyone thought he wouldn’t take Abigail, he strode forward. "But I will protect her."

He then lifted Abigail from behind Brandon Piers.