Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 456 - Explanation to Myself

Chapter 456: Chapter 456: Explanation to Myself

Chapter 456 -456: Explanation to Myself

Kelvin Max was surprised by Brandon’s keen perception. “I’ll investigate right away.”

“Hmm.” Brandon Piers gave a slight nod, then looked at Kelvin.

Kelvin’s body stiffened. He thought to himself, oh no, here it comes. He envisioned the two bald heads downstairs and stole a glance at himself. He should be fine, right? He also cursed Alex’s ancestors a bit.

“What brings you here?” Brandon asked after assessing Kelvin, his tone unclear.

Kelvin quietly sighed in relief. “The board is aware of young Master Piers’s situation. Everyone is very concerned about Mr. Piers’s safety, but they are more worried about turmoil in the group. They hope you can take charge and also use this opportunity to clean up the group internally.”

“Ha, they don’t consider me a sickly person anymore?” Brandon sneered.

“How could they? Everyone knows you’ve recovered well,” Kelvin said, feeling increasingly nervous with each question.

“No, tell them I’m too weak and need bed rest.” Brandon wasn’t in the mood to take over the Piers Group, which would be taxing. He aimed for a decisive strike when the time was right.

“Understood.” Kelvin covertly glanced at Brandon’s physique. He had heard from Pullan that Brandon had been exercising vigorously, showcasing particularly defined abs. This was considered weak? Did Brandon misunderstand the meaning of frailty?

Brandon caught Kelvin’s gaze. “Do you have any objections?”

“No… none at all.” How could he dare?

“Keep an eye on Romeo. Make sure to expedite the implementation of the smart system in all hospitals under the Piers Group. Other hospitals can follow suit.” Brandon’s tone shifted as he gave the order.

“Understood.” Kelvin understood Brandon’s intention. Once the smart system was widespread in the hospitals, Brandon would control the entire lifeline, and the shares would just be an added bonus.

Thus, Kelvin truly believed Brandon was the more cunning one.

After saying this, Kelvin weighed the documents in his bag. “Um… these need your approval.”

“Hmm, leave them there.” Brandon pointed to the desk.

Kelvin breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly feeling he might have misunderstood Alex.

But the next moment, Brandon asked in an indiscernible tone, “When was Jeffrey Foster’s position at the Medical University decided, and why wasn’t I informed?”

Kelvin shivered at the question, recalling how Pullan had once said that Brandon was quite hostile towards Dean Foster because of Abigail. He felt as if he were doomed again. Why did he always have to face such challenging questions?

“The Piers Group is indeed the largest investor in the Medical University. But the agreement we signed is a talent cooperation agreement, which includes a clause specifically stipulated by Old Mr. Smith that prevents us from interfering with the daily operations of the Medical University, including hiring decisions.” Kelvin explained with a brave face.

“So I can’t fire Jeffrey Foster?” Brandon asked with a mirthless laugh.

Kelvin could only answer with difficulty, “In theory, yes.”

“Do you hear something?” Brandon asked suddenly, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The sudden subject change caught Kelvin off guard, making him genuinely start to listen.

Snip, snip…

The sound of scissors?

Kelvin frowned and looked at Brandon in confusion.

“Can’t hear it? Then come to the window and see.” Brandon’s tone was gentle.

Kelvin shivered but had no choice but to walk over. Outside the window, Pullan was trimming the vast lawn with a pair of scissors under the sun.

Kelvin looked even more confused.

“See clearly?” Brandon asked.

Kelvin nodded.

“Good, now go help him. Sitting in the office all day can lead to disc problems. More exercise is good for you.” Brandon waved his hand dismissively at Kelvin.

Kelvin opened his mouth to protest. He exercised every day!

But unfortunately, Brandon had already turned away, signaling he was done talking.

Under the guidance of the gardener, Pullan grew increasingly adept at trimming. He then saw Kelvin approach with a similar pair of large scissors. Pullan was initially surprised, but then he smiled broadly. “What a coincidence! Secretary Max is here to trim the lawn too!”

Kelvin gave him a disdainful look. Why gloat when both of them were in the same boat?

However, three minutes later, Pullan’s smile faded. He looked at Kelvin incredulously. “How can you trim like that?”

“How should I trim then?” Kelvin asked innocently. Wasn’t cutting with scissors just cutting?

“Look at your work! If you keep cutting like this, you’ll scalp the lawn without ever making it neat. Can you achieve second Master Piers’s standards like this?” Pullan explained exasperatedly.

Kelvin glanced at his own handiwork, then at Pullan’s. He suddenly felt he had found his shortcoming in life.

Sighing in frustration.

Upstairs, Brandon had finished handling a stack of documents. He checked his phone again, still no message from the little chubby one. His eyes darkened. After a deep breath, he resumed his work.

Abigail at the Medical University was completely unaware of the happenings at Moon Lake Manor.

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Back in her dormitory, she changed clothes and looked at the dirty spot on her cream-colored trench coat, thinking of everyone patting her on the shoulder. She took a deep breath.

Lena Locke watched Abigail’s disdainful expression towards the coat. Finding out the reason, she burst into uncontrollable laughter. “Hahaha, I washed my hands, I swear it wasn’t me.”

Abigail shot her an annoyed look. “What’s going on?”

Lena simply handed her the phone. Abigail saw a dramatic post titled, “Analyzing Why the Fat Girl Green Gained Favor with Second Master Piers and Old Mr. Smith.”

Ridiculous! Green!

Scrolling down, Abigail saw a serious analysis of her facial features and bones, predicting her as having an exceptionally wealthy life. It even claimed she had the potential of a lucky star, bringing good fortune wherever she went.

At the end of the post was the name Ralf.

A tall, dark-skinned, cunning boy came to mind. A preacher, indeed.

“Finished reading? I think his analysis makes sense. I need to touch you again.” Lena said, extending her hand towards Abigail.

Abigail quickly stepped back. “You haven’t washed your hands!”

She couldn’t stop others from touching her for luck, but could they at least wash their hands? She really couldn’t understand why her shoulder was marked like this.

“Hahaha.” Lena laughed even harder at Abigail’s words and her disdainful expression.

Just then, Sophie Hope walked in. “What’s so funny?”

Lena quickly dragged Sophie over, pointing at Abigail’s coat. “Who knows who did it, haha.”

“Uh, this… a handprint?”

“Exactly!” Lena laughed.

Sophie looked at the mark, unable to keep her hand from her forehead. “I agree, it’s unbearable.”

“Me too. Is there any way to reduce the post’s popularity? Otherwise, I’m worried Abigail won’t have enough clothes to change every day.” Lena laughed.

“Sure, leave it to me.” Sophie glanced at the post. She couldn’t tell them the post’s popularity was boosted to suppress another.

Abigail sighed in relief. With this minor problem solved, she began to ponder the cause of her own supposed death.

Whether an accident or intentional, she needed an explanation for herself.