Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 543: Brandon, why are you angry again?

Brandon Piers looked at the scores on the electronic screen and the amount in the betting pool, which had already surpassed ten billion.

Outside, the frenzied roars continued. Hundreds of gamblers had gathered here today, but Brandon had lost interest in staying.

"Luke Scout, you take care of the rest." Throwing down this line, Brandon stood up.

"You’re just going to leave me here alone?" Luke glanced at the man who had obviously lost his composure, deliberately trying to rile him up.

"Alone? Among those people down there, there aren’t at least ten plainclothes officers? There are at least four or five, right?" Brandon glanced at the dense crowd below. In the middle of the crowd, a boxing match was taking place with cheers all around. He was still confident in Luke’s ability.

"Heh, fine, be careful that your delicate wife doesn’t run away. The person you wanted me to watch, I’ll keep an eye on them; none will escape." Luke didn’t want his cover to be blown, so he waved goodbye to Brandon.

Brandon quietly left with Kelvin Max from the back, only to find that the location Sophie Hope sent was just below the boxing arena. He frowned and headed down.

Finally, maneuvering through the noisy crowd, he entered the backstage area of the boxing arena through the VIP passage. The first thing he saw was a woman with silver needles performing acupuncture on a boxer.

Brandon paused and quietly watched Abigail. She was very focused, but Sophie was the first to notice him. Feeling a bit guilty, she reached out to grab Abigail’s wrist.

Abigail was at a critical point in the emergency treatment. She waved her arm, signaling Sophie not to disturb her, and continued to insert another needle into the boxer. Suddenly, the person on the ground began to breathe heavily, and color returned to his face.

Seeing this, Abigail put away her silver needles. "You’d better take him to the hospital now."

After speaking, Abigail finally sensed the odd atmosphere around her. She looked up and met Brandon’s gaze, happily running over. "Brandon, you’re really here."

Brandon looked at the joyous expression on the woman’s face when their eyes met. There was no hint of deceit. Was her acting too superb, or had he been blinded by love?

Abigail stepped forward, wanting to hold Brandon’s hand. But he suddenly strode away. Thinking he was angry with her, she chased after him.

Kelvin frowned, looking at the boxer being carried onto a stretcher. It was the same one who had won the previous match. His gaze fell on Sophie. "What are you doing here?"

"There were too many people. The young lady mistook someone and got pushed over here. I followed her, and she was giving acupuncture to that boxer just now." Sophie explained.

Kelvin nodded and was about to catch up with Brandon but was pushed aside by several people rushing in.

By the time he and Sophie looked for the two, Brandon and Abigail had disappeared. Kelvin thought for a moment and then gave his brother a few instructions.

Abigail finally caught up with Brandon and grabbed his hand. "Brandon, why are you angry again?"

After speaking, Abigail felt like laughing, thinking to herself that she really was becoming silly, just as her grandfather had said. The once high-cool goddess could now act coquettish. Even she found her tone sappy.

Little did she know that her laughter irritated Brandon’s nerves. As they stepped out of the signal-blocked area, his phone buzzed with several messages. One of them showed that nearly a hundred billion had flowed into Foster Securities within three days and had already begun to be laundered.

Brandon suddenly became furious. So, this damned woman was still pretending. Did she really think he was a fool?

He believed she had let go of Jeffrey Foster, refusing to enter his private lab. But what happened? He had just returned to Gills City, and she sneaked into Jeffrey’s lab and together they completed a recent groundbreaking artificial heart transplant surgery.

Now, she appeared at the boxing arena, and in the past three days, every bet placed by the Foster family had won, earning billions. Was all this her doing?

What love? She said only he could touch her head? Apart from that one setup, he still remembered how Jeffrey had cornered her on the staircase with them looking intimate.

Just because of love, he believed her.

Was this how she repaid his trust?

Who else around Jeffrey could concoct new drugs this quickly, manipulating these underground events to generate billions, even trillions in profit?

And she still asked him if he was angry?

Even more ridiculous, she was smiling when she asked him if he was angry. Did she think he would be as easily fooled as last time and treat her well after being coaxed? freewēbnoveℓ.com

Was she so confident that she could play him in the palm of her hand?

"Angry? Abigail, do you plan to keep deceiving me?" Brandon’s handsome face was full of sarcasm, leaving Abigail dumbfounded.

Seeing Brandon’s unusual emotion, Abigail had no idea what had happened. She only felt that the man’s amber eyes were filled with deep sadness. Her heart felt as if it had been fiercely pricked. She took a step forward and grabbed his sleeve. "Brandon, I didn’t lie to you. What are you so mad about?"

"Still pretending?" Brandon looked at her innocent face, took out the message he received three days ago, and showed her a picture of Abigail in Brandon’s operating room, with Jeffrey Foster standing beside her. The photo was given to him by Lucy Graham, who had seen it at her mother’s place and came to congratulate him.

Because of this, he couldn’t even deceive himself.

What was even more infuriating was that this woman had colluded with Sophie to deceive him. Unfortunately, Sophie was still his subordinate. Even if she wanted to favor Abigail, her personality gave her away.

And what about Abigail? She agreed not to enter Jeffrey’s lab but sneaked in and helped him limitlessly. Did she know Jeffrey was the one who had harmed him? Did she know what she did was illegal?

Abigail was stunned by Brandon’s fury. She looked blankly at the photo. She had no idea Jeffrey would send their photo to a professional journal. Shouldn’t he have asked for her consent first?

This was bad, she thought, her dark eyes filled with anxiety. "Brandon, listen to me. It’s not what you think. I didn’t..."

"Is the woman in the photo you?" With things as they were, he thought she would at least admit her mistake. But he didn’t expect her to deny it, directly interrupting her with a sharp question.

Abigail was stunned, staring blankly at the man. After a while, she nodded with difficulty. "It’s me, but it’s not what you think..."

"What do I think?" Brandon said. "Abigail, I know our relationship can’t compare to your ten years of unrequited love. Since you can’t let him go, I’ll make way for you."

Brandon thought bitterly. How could she love another man while leaning so close to him?

The suppressed rage in his heart made him want to strangle the woman and demand to know what was wrong with him. Why couldn’t she be solely devoted to him?

But such words couldn’t come out; they turned into, "Let’s break up."

Once, she said he forced her to stay. This time, he would let her go free.