Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: I am an Admirer of Brandon Piers

Abigail slowed her steps, cautiously moving forward, finally stopping in front of the window.

The old mansion, with its ancient style, had plum blossom-patterned window frames. Abigail carefully approached, wanting to see who was inside.

“Mr. Thompson, we’ve checked. There’s no one in the old mansion; it suddenly became empty. It looks like Master Brandon was prepared before going to the hospital.” The technician in charge of surveillance reported.

“How could everyone disappear in just one morning? Check again.” Thompson Taylor left the parking lot and, upon learning about the situation at Piers’ Mansion, rushed over non-stop, hoping to make up for his mistakes but found nothing.

He couldn’t understand how everyone disappeared while he was constantly monitoring the mansion.

The technician shook his head. “All surveillance in the mansion shut down after three o’clock. We can’t restore it. The nearby residents are just ordinary villagers; we can’t get any useful information.”

“Cunning. It looks like they plan to lay low and take care of George Piers.” Thompson Taylor muttered.

Someone else asked, “Mr. Thompson, what’s the situation with Master Brandon?”

Thompson, hit on a sore spot, coldly replied, “He won’t last long.”

“Then let’s split up and investigate the exits down the mountain. We should find out where Brandon’s people have escaped.” Someone suggested inside.

“Alright, don’t worry, they can’t run far.” Thompson thought of the pawn he had placed, smiling sinisterly.

Just then, the technician restoring surveillance suddenly shushed. Everyone looked at him in confusion as he pointed to the surveillance footage on the third floor, showing a fat person crouching by the window, making everyone fall silent.

Outside, Abigail suddenly heard no noise. She frowned, then heard the sound of a door opening. Without thinking, she rushed downstairs.

“Quick, catch her!” There was no one in the vast Piers’ Mansion. Now, suddenly, a fat person appeared. Everyone, as if on adrenaline, wouldn’t let her get away.

Five people split into three groups and soon cornered Abigail at the first-floor exit.

Abigail panted, once again lamenting how troublesome it was to be fat. Running away was not an option. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Thompson walked up, stunned at first upon seeing Abigail, then laughing with satisfaction. He had suffered a lot because of her in the underground parking lot. Originally wanting to teach her a lesson, he didn’t expect her to come up to him instead.

“What’s your relationship with Brandon Piers?” Thompson stared at Abigail. A fat person wouldn’t risk their life for Brandon Piers without reason; she must be someone from the Piers family.

“Admirer.” Abigail looked at the six people surrounding her. Except for one fair-faced student, the others had high combat abilities. With no help from the blonde-haired guys, escape seemed hopeless. She had to act obedient. After speaking, she even lowered her head shyly.

For some reason, Thompson thought of earlier when this fat person called him cousin in the parking lot. Feeling disgusted, he looked Abigail up and down. “You?”

“What? Looking down on me? Who says a fat person can’t admire handsome men? What if Piers wakes up, grateful for my life-saving grace, and reciprocates with his own body?” Abigail spoke matter-of-factly, making everyone else burst into laughter.

Especially one wearing a gold chain, “Mr. Thompson, is this person an idiot?”

Who was Brandon Piers? How could a fat person dare to have thoughts about him?

“Mr. Thompson, I remember now. She seems to be the Piers family nanny.” The fair-skinned technician, frowning all along, suddenly spoke while everyone else laughed, staring at Abigail.

Everyone was stunned. A nanny?

Thompson was also surprised. The fat person, though overweight, didn’t look that old. So, she was the Piers’ family nanny. He sneered. “Since you’re the nanny, you must know where the child is. Be honest, where’s George Piers? If you don’t talk, I’ll cut off this layer of fat from you today.”

He couldn’t contact his people; they must be under surveillance.

After hearing this, Abigail couldn’t help but clutch the needle in her palm. Thompson’s words were sinister, clearly not having forgotten the grudge in the underground parking lot.