Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 796 Brandon Piers you bastard

Abigail saw Benjamin Jones and Lawyer Toynbee out of the hospital. When she returned to the lobby, the screen had already switched to another program. She didn’t pay much attention and walked straight to the elevator.

Unexpectedly, her phone rang, and the number turned out to be Lincoln Green’s.

She was somewhat surprised. Since the incidents with Rose Taylor and Ruby Green, she had lost contact with Lincoln Green. Occasionally, a manager from Lincoln Pharmaceuticals would report the company’s situation to her.

As for Lincoln Green, if it wasn’t for this call, she would have almost forgotten he existed.

After thinking for a moment, Abigail answered the call.

"Abby..." Lincoln Green didn’t expect her to answer so quickly. Surprised and anxious, he softly called her name.

Abigail had no interest in playing out a deeply emotional father-daughter scene with Lincoln Green. Her tone was perpetually cold. "What’s the matter?"

Her aloof tone brought Lincoln Green back to reality. Pain flashed across his face, and he didn’t dare waste any more words. "It’s... it’s about something. I heard about Brandon’s situation. Are... are you okay?"

"I’m fine." Abigail was a bit sarcastic, wondering if this father had finally developed a conscience and started to care about his daughter. Too bad it was too late.

When Lincoln Green heard she was alright, he hurriedly nodded. "That’s good, that’s good... Uh... If you can, stay clear of the Piers family business, understand?"

Upon hearing Lincoln Green’s first few sentences, Abigail became impatient and was about to hang up. But then he changed the subject, and it involved the Piers family. What did he mean?

Abigail frowned. "What’s wrong with the Piers family business?"

Hearing her question, Lincoln Green knew his daughter hadn’t taken his words to heart. After struggling for a moment, he couldn’t hold back and whispered, "You might not know this in Swallow City, but Piers’ business in Gills City has been found to be involved in drugs. The public doesn’t know yet. But no matter what, I’m your father. I won’t harm you."

Abigail was stunned. Her tone was far more serious than before. "Do you know what you’re saying?"

"Of course I do." Lincoln Green knew he couldn’t do much for Abigail now. He could only help her as much as he could.

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Abigail’s mind buzzed upon hearing Lincoln Green’s words. It reminded her of the news report she had just seen on the television screen.

Could it be related to the incident just reported? If Piers’ underground subsidiaries and affiliates were indeed involved in drugs as Lincoln Green said, what about the entire Piers family?

Once verified, it wouldn’t be just a matter of simple devastation. It would be a collapse.

Abigail hung up Lincoln Green’s call, feeling an inexplicable unease. She felt that everything had been spiraling out of control since Brandon was sentenced to prison.

"Abby, why are you standing there daydreaming?" Just as Abigail’s thoughts were in chaos, Clara Smith’s voice pulled her back to reality.

Abigail snapped back. "Oh, nothing. Why did you come out?"

"I was a bit worried since you took so long to send someone off." Clara muttered softly.

"You know it’s just seeing someone off. What’s to worry about?" Abigail said as she moved forward to push Clara back to the ward. The two elderly men were discussing something. When they saw them return, they paused and changed the topic.

Abigail was still thinking about Lincoln Green’s call, not paying attention to them. At this moment, Housekeeper Piers approached. "Young Madam, please keep these documents safe."

"Hmm?" Abigail looked at the thick stack, frowning with confusion. She remembered that the transfer contracts Elder Piers had shown earlier weren’t this many.

"These are all of Master Brandon’s assets. They are now yours." Housekeeper Piers explained softly.

Abigail looked up at Grandfather Piers, then at her own grandfather, hesitant. Both old men nodded to her.

This was them hoping she would take over.

Abigail didn’t know when Brandon had taken care of all this. But since the two old men had nodded, she couldn’t refuse. She reached out and took the thick stack of agreements from Housekeeper Piers.

As she held it, looking at the neatly stapled papers, with every staple meticulously measured, she knew Brandon had handled these himself.

Taking a deep breath, Abigail opened the documents. Her expression grew increasingly surprised. After a long while, she finally closed the last agreement. She looked woodenly at Grayson Piers on the hospital bed. "Grandfather, I can’t accept this, right?"

Earlier, she thought it was absurdly extravagant when Brandon had given her Moon Lake Manor as a betrothal gift.

But now, she realized that wasn’t the most extravagant and crazy thing. The documents listed all of Brandon’s personal assets, which were all gifted to her.

"Is he crazy?" Abigail could hardly believe it. She also found that the documents included a significant share of the recently popular ROSE Tech in the country.

And it wasn’t a small share. Fifty-one percent, an absolute controlling stake.

That meant Brandon was the largest shareholder of ROSE Tech.

Considering ROSE Tech’s rapid growth over the past two years, it was expected to go public in two or three years. The value of those shares...

Abigail dared not think further. It felt incredible yet fitting. She should have known a man with Brandon’s skills wouldn’t rely solely on Piers.

Beyond ROSE Tech shares, there was Moon Lake Manor. The other assets weren’t as shocking, but when added up, it was an amount many couldn’t amass in a lifetime.

Yesterday, she had worried about not being able to maintain Moon Lake Manor. Now, her confidence swelled. She could!

But this confidence quickly gave way to another emotion. Abigail put away the documents, her eyes filled with uneasy light, looking at the weary Elder Piers. "What does he mean by this?"

After a moment of sudden wealth, Abigail quickly regained her rationality. More than this sudden fortune, she wanted to know why!

Why did Brandon transfer everything to her as if he knew something would happen to him and had arranged his affairs and divided his legacy in advance?

This feeling made her more uneasy than the news she had heard from Lincoln Green earlier.

"Brandon is just being cautious." Grayson Piers saw her disturbed expression and tried to reassure her.

But Abigail did not feel this was just caution. She stood there anxiously, desperate to see Brandon.

"Grandfather, Mom, you stay here with Grandfather Piers. I’m going to deal with something," Abigail said, turning around and walking out without waiting for the elders’ agreement.

Outside the hospital room, Abigail dialed Benjamin Jones, "Ben, have you gone far? Can you accompany me to the court again?"

Benjamin heard Abigail’s urgent voice and was a bit worried. "Did something happen? Don’t be in a hurry. I’ll come pick you up."

After saying that, Benjamin instructed the driver to turn around.

Abigail got into the car, her eyes still filled with unease and anxiety. "Ben, I want to see him. I must see him."

"I’ll try to communicate with the court again," Benjamin said, noticing Abigail’s troubled state, and instructed the driver to head to the court while dialing to contact the court.

Abigail sat beside him, listening to Benjamin talk, thinking only of that person. She was extremely eager to see him.

She wanted to know what had happened exactly. Why did he leave all his assets to her in advance? Had he foreseen this outcome, or was there something else he was hiding from her?

Abigail was lost in her emotions. It was only when she realized she couldn’t hear Benjamin’s voice anymore that she looked up at him.

Benjamin shook his head helplessly at her.

"I don’t believe it, and I don’t understand. Why doesn’t he want to see me? There must be something wrong," Abigail said with certainty, her expression obstinate.

Benjamin didn’t know how to comfort her. "Abby, maybe he just doesn’t want you to see him in such a sorry state."

"What if I insist on seeing him?" Abigail’s voice was low as she murmured Benjamin’s words. For some reason, there was a voice in her heart telling her she had to see Brandon Piers today. She had to see him.

Benjamin had seen this side of Abigail before. Or rather, this was the Abigail he remembered. However, he didn’t expect her stubbornness each time to have nothing to do with him.

Sighing lightly, Benjamin nodded gently. "Then we’ll try again."

Abigail’s nose tingled. "I’m sorry, Ben."

"Silly girl, there’s no need to be so polite with me," Benjamin reached out, wanting to ruffle Abigail’s hair. But halfway through, he paused and gently patted her shoulder instead.

Abigail turned to look at her shoulder, feeling warmth rise from within. She thought to herself that such a wonderful person like Ben would surely find someone who was the best and most worthy of his love.

The car soon arrived at the court, and Abigail followed Benjamin to communicate with the court staff. But after another round of negotiations, they were once again told that Brandon Piers did not want to see any visitors.

Abigail looked at the judicial officer in front of her, realizing it was the same person who had conveyed Brandon’s message last time. Furrowing her brows, she said with certainty, "You’re lying."

The staff member was stunned but quickly responded, "I’m just conveying Master Brandon’s wishes. Please don’t cause trouble."

"You’re nervous," Abigail held her breath, raising her head again, her tone even more determined.

A look of confusion flashed across Benjamin’s stern face, but he quickly cooperated with Abigail. "I am Master Brandon’s lawyer. I have the right to request a visit to my client. Please take me to see Master Brandon, or I have every reason to suspect that you’re using illegal means of violence against my client."

The court official clearly hadn’t expected Benjamin to pull this move. He froze but quickly regained his composure. "I’m sorry, but Master Brandon himself requested not to see anyone. Our court is simply respecting the prisoner’s rights."

After finishing his statement, the court official didn’t want to waste any more time with them and issued an order to leave.

Unexpectedly, Abigail suddenly rushed towards the temporary holding area, banging on the door. "Brandon Piers! Brandon Piers, you bastard! Come out, come out..."

Neither the court staff nor Benjamin expected Abigail to throw a tantrum so suddenly.

At that moment, all Abigail wanted was to see Brandon Piers. She needed to ask him what he was doing and why. She cared nothing for her image as she continued to bang on the door, repeatedly calling Brandon’s name.

The court staff, snapped out of their shock, quickly went to stop Abigail.

Abigail, dragged out, still shouted, calling Brandon a bastard. Her voice, hoarse from exhaustion, carried a sense of desperation, evoking sorrow in those who heard it.

Feeling for her, Benjamin pushed the court personnel away and held Abigail. "Abby, calm down. We’ll think of another way."

"Ben, I must see him today. I must..." Abigail was extremely stubborn.

The forehead of the staff member receiving them was covered in a cold sweat, a guilty look passing through his eyes. At that moment, a prisoner transport vehicle stopped at the gate, seemingly about to transfer prisoners to a designated prison. With a stroke of genius, he said, "You won’t get anything out of causing trouble here. Master Brandon has already been transferred to the designated prison. If you really want to see him, try there."

Abigail, in her emotional state, was stunned. "Transferred to the designated prison? When?"

"Oh, just now. That’s the one," the staff member said, pointing to the vehicle that was just starting up outside.

Seeing this, Abigail turned and started chasing after it.

Following Abigail, Benjamin gazed deeply at the court staff before glancing at his badge, then chasing after her in long strides.

Abigail was a step too late; the transport vehicle had driven off. Just as she was anxiously tearing up, Benjamin had already gotten into his car, instructing the driver to pull over beside her. "Abby, get in."

Without hesitation, Abigail jumped in, and the driver sped up to chase the transport vehicle.

In just a moment, the transport vehicle had entered the road. It was approaching rush hour, and the street was crowded, making it hard for them to keep up.

Luckily, Benjamin’s driver was no ordinary chauffeur, with exceptional skills. Navigating through traffic, he kept up with the transport vehicle. But at a traffic light, they were temporarily blocked by a red light while the transport vehicle was just ahead.

Watching the transport vehicle, which seemed to disappear at any moment, Abigail grew highly anxious. Sitting in Benjamin’s fine leather seat felt like sitting on pins and needles. At that moment, on the big LD screen to her right, the news anchor who had appeared in the hospital lobby’s TV came on, continuing to cover the news about the Gills City criminal clash with the special forces.

Lincoln Green’s earlier words made Abigail more attentive to this news. She watched the big screen subconsciously, but in a brief moment during a scene switch, she saw a familiar figure, her eyes widening in disbelief. When she tried looking again, the figure was gone, and the green light turned on, letting their car continue to chase the transport vehicle.

Frantically, Abigail pulled out her phone, trying to find the news segment for that shadow.

Seeing Abigail this worried, Benjamin asked, "Abby, did something happen?"

Abigail paused the video on the shadow. The person looked very similar but had a different face. She didn’t respond to Benjamin, staring at the frozen frame in silence for a long moment before suddenly looking up. "Ben, stop chasing."

Benjamin frowned, his confusion clear as he looked at Abigail.

Yet Abigail kept staring at that blurry figure on the screen. "I need to go to Gills City."