Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 560: Did He Hypnotize Abigail?

That afternoon, Brandon Piers’s desk was filled with all the materials from the expert.

After reading, Brandon’s expression not only didn’t relax but became very serious.

"Get Old Mr. Smith for me," Brandon ordered, looking at the information for a while, then instructing Pullan, who had just returned.

Pullan, who only found out about this huge issue at home after returning from the training ground, carefully ran to fetch Old Mr. Smith as soon as he received Brandon’s order.

Church Smith entered and saw the materials on Brandon’s desk, "Matsumoto?"

"Do you know him?" Brandon’s eyes lit up.

"I’ve seen him, not familiar. What’s the matter?" Church Smith frowned, apparently not liking the individual.

"We ruled out all flight routes these past few days but found no trace of Abigail, except for this person. He returned to R Nation on a private flight on the day of the explosion. I suspect Jeffrey Foster used his private jet to take Abigail. Moreover, I discovered that this individual is an internationally top-ranked hypnotist. Two years ago, Jeffrey performed chest surgery on him and attended his classes." Brandon said this with a heavy tone.

Church Smith hunched over, frowning, "You don’t just suspect he helped take Abigail; you also suspect..." Church Smith paused, "he might have hypnotized Abigail?"

Brandon nodded. Jeffrey Foster was not someone who wasted efforts.

If that were the case, retrieving Abigail would be even more challenging.

"Matsumoto is cautious and meticulous, even overly rigid, a typical R Nation personality. He may not have helped him." Old Mr. Smith frowned, though internally he knew, if Matsumoto helped Jeffrey Foster take Abigail, he might see it through to the end.

Brandon wasn’t considering the reality of the situation but wanted to account for all possibilities and prepare thoroughly.

"Is there a way to undo such master-level hypnosis as Matsumoto’s?" This was the real reason Brandon sought Old Mr. Smith.

Church Smith shook his head, "Do you know Matsumoto’s mentor? You probably don’t. It was sixty years ago. Before the founding of the nation, Matsumoto’s mentor conducted an experiment in our country. He hypnotized a person, convincing them that willow leaves could cut human skin. In the end, that person died."

Brandon was stunned, looking at Old Mr. Smith.

"Died from cuts. The victim’s body was covered in willow leaf-sized wounds, from the neck to the wrists and ankles, uniformly sized wounds as if suffering from lingchi. No fatal wound, died slowly from pain, and the victim’s clothes were intact without any signs of others attacking." Church Smith’s aged voice slowly echoed in the study, making Brandon feel an inexplicable pain despite the calm.

He knew some top-level hypnotists could kill without trace but didn’t expect someone to have done it and that it was Matsumoto’s mentor.

Church Smith didn’t notice Brandon’s reaction, looking at him and stating another fact, "Matsumoto is his best disciple."

Brandon’s hand clenched the information rigidly, "So, either the hypnotized person gets awakened by someone else or has a strong enough will to snap out of it?"

"You should pray that Abigail was not hypnotized." Old Mr. Smith sighed, not understanding why his kind granddaughter, a lifelong practitioner, had to endure such suffering.

Brandon’s face turned pale, "I’m going to R Nation tonight."

"Mm, go ahead. Leave things here to me and that old man of yours." Church Smith sighed, waving his hand.

"Thank you, Grandpa." Since opening up, Brandon unhesitatingly started calling him Grandpa.

Church Smith didn’t have the time to argue with him.

After seeing Grandpa Smith off, Brandon finally opened his phone to read Adam Piers’s message, "How to cooperate?"

After enduring several investigations, Adam was released 48 hours later because he wasn’t involved in Jerry Entertainment’s management. But Mason Piers wasn’t as lucky. The dividends from Jerry Entertainment directly went into his account, and most of the films receiving the dividends could be traced back to the Foster family. It wasn’t easy to claim innocence. freёnovelkiss.com

So when Adam saw Brandon’s message, he was almost moved to tears, thinking his father was finally saved.

"Our second branch will fully support you taking the lead. If you’re unsure, you can use shares as collateral!" News and public opinion were very unfavorable to his father, so Adam gritted his teeth, knowing he couldn’t achieve anything without risking something, though it felt wrong to him now, realizing he would risk more than gaining.

As soon as he finished saying that, Brandon lightly replied, "Not interested."

Adam panicked. Not interested? If he’s not interested, then what is he interested in?

"Can you tell me your conditions?" Adam nearly begged.

Brandon looked at the message, thinking for a moment before raising his brows, "Play me."

Staring at his phone desperately waiting for a response, Adam almost knelt, thinking he had misread, "Act... Act as who?"

"You can’t read characters?" Brandon became a bit impatient.

Adam gritted his teeth, read the message repeatedly. He knew every character but not what it meant. What did he mean by "play me"?

"Think it over and get back to me." Before Adam could come to any conclusions, Brandon sent another message.

Adam dared not hesitate, "Whatever you say, I’ll act. But... what if I mess it up?"

"If you screw up, tell your dad to keep his big brother company."

This made Adam’s legs tremble. He didn’t dare to waste more words, quickly promising Brandon he would do well. Despite his father’s foolishness, greed, and tendency to use violence against him, he couldn’t abandon him. And as for acting, didn’t Director Locke once say he had talent?

Seeing Adam’s reply, Brandon swiftly arranged for it to be done.

Then he turned to Pullan, "Followed the Foster family members who handled Jeffrey Foster’s burial?"

"Yes, it’s a neglected older cousin of his from the Foster family, who lived in Australia for a long time. She came back specifically for his burial and to handle his funeral. Many in the Foster family despise her for it." Pullan, having learned from past mistakes, now handled things more meticulously.

"Make sure your people watch her closely," Brandon ordered.

Given her willingness to handle Jeffrey Foster’s burial, they surely had a deep connection. She lived in Australia, and though Jeffrey didn’t go there often, his stays were lengthy. He might take Abigail there.

Given the current situation, he’d rather search incorrectly than miss any possibility.

"Rest assured." Pullan responded firmly, then reported something he’d discovered to atone for his mistakes, "Elaine Tours only helped Dean Foster because her boyfriend has severe heart failure. Dean Foster promised to perform surgery on him."

"Hmm, I already knew that." Brandon looked at Pullan, "After I leave, protect Adam Piers with everything you’ve got. Don’t let anyone notice any flaws, or don’t come back."

Pullan’s body tensed, "Yes, Second Master!"

Brandon left Beijing that night.