Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 788: Pullan’s Facebook Circle

Lena Locke’s photo triggered a burst of enthusiasm in Pullan as he edited the caption, "Mom Han’s cooking tastes the most like home. Love it!"

After finishing the caption, he didn’t forget to attach the photo Lena sent him.

He clicked send and then started eating the dishes contentedly.

After breakfast, Abigail called Church Smith. Mom Han had been preparing food since that time and made a lot of delicious dishes. Seeing everyone eating happily, she was even more delighted than eating herself.

Sitting next to Abigail, Clara Smith was influenced, and her eyebrows carried a gentle smile. From leaving home at eighteen, to now after thirty years, she thought she would never have a home again. But at this moment, listening to everyone’s laughter and seeing their smiling faces, Clara found herself whisked back to her childhood. At that time, her mother was still alive, her grandparents were still around, and her father’s stubbornness could not withstand her mother’s displeased glance. Mom Han was as happy as she was today but younger.

Thinking about it, Clara’s smile deepened, carrying a nostalgic flavor.

Abigail, sitting beside her, happened to catch Clara’s expression, raising her eyebrows slightly. The gloomy mood from the night before was soothed as she casually picked up a piece of braised eggplant and placed it on Clara’s plate.

Clara looked at the sudden addition of eggplant on her plate and turned to look at Abigail.

Abigail shrugged, "I heard Mom Han mention before that you loved her braised eggplant the most. Did she remember wrong?"

"No." Clara shook her head slightly, looking down at the piece of eggplant with moist eyes. She hadn’t expected her daughter to be so attentive; remembering her irresponsible mother’s preference just because of Mom Han’s casual chatter.

She felt touched yet guilty.

Seeing this, Abigail couldn’t help but mock Clara, "Is it that touching?"

Clara quietly ate that piece of braised eggplant, then suddenly heard Abigail lean towards her ear and say, "Mom."

Clang...

The bamboo chopsticks fell on the stone table with a clear clattering sound. Clara looked at Abigail in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock, "What did you... what did you just call me?"

Clara’s voice lost control because of too much excitement, sounding hoarse, startling everyone present, making them look over in confusion.

Realizing everyone’s gaze, Clara took a sip of fish soup and waved her hand, "Nothing, nothing, you all keep eating."

Lena and Pullan looked at Clara, then at Abigail, but couldn’t figure out what happened and continued eating. Hughes had a curious glance but quickly concealed it.

Church Smith and Benjamin Jones were sitting on either side of Clara and Abigail. Although they didn’t hear what Abigail whispered in Clara’s ear, they could guess the gist.

"Fussing over nothing," Church Smith said to his daughter with slight disdain.

Clara gave her old father a disapproving look. Who was once moved to tears because she called him Dad, and now has the nerve to think she’s making a big fuss?

However, Clara was in a good mood, not bickering with an over-eighty-year-old man, and turned to Abigail, pleading softly, "Can you say it again? I couldn’t hear it clearly."

"So what if you didn’t hear it clearly," Abigail said, nonchalant and helpless.

Clara, who was initially excited, felt deflated, "..." This damn girl!

Sensing what Clara was thinking, Abigail said, "Don’t badmouth me, or you’ll never hear me call you... Mom."

She deliberately paused at "Mom," making Clara glare at her playfully.

Suddenly, Teddy in Abigail’s arms became confused about what his mom and grandma were doing. After listening for a while, he started calling out "Mom, Mom" towards Abigail.

The mother-daughter duo paused and laughed together, drawing the attention of the others at the table.

"Haha," Clara and Abigail laughed simultaneously under everyone’s gaze, inviting them to continue eating.

Misunderstanding the situation, Lena and a few others thought Abigail and Clara got along well, thinking Abigail accepted Clara as a godmother after a few meetings.

At this moment, Mom Han brought out new dishes, instantly distracting the gluttons from paying attention to the duo.

Benjamin, who hadn’t seen Abigail this relaxed and happy in a long time, felt happy for her, his usually stern face softening with a gentle smile.

But Brandon Piers didn’t share the good mood.

He had been out since seven in the morning, busy until afternoon, and saw Pullan’s Facebook post around seven in the evening.

Originally, he just wanted to check if Abigail had posted anything but didn’t expect to see something infuriating.

In the photo, Abigail seemed almost nestled in Benjamin’s lap. Didn’t this woman know she already has a man?!

What angered Brandon even more was how close they were, with Teddy in Abigail’s arms. The picture made them look like a family of three!

The newly penniless Brandon felt really bad. He couldn’t understand why Abigail invited Benjamin knowing how much he cared about their relationship.

Inviting Benjamin was one thing, but being so intimate was another. What were they thinking?

A surge of jealousy clouded Brandon’s mind, making him irrational. Without thinking, he sent Abigail a message, "Do you know how your behavior looks right now? Like a tea b—ch!"

Whoosh!

After sending that, Brandon started pacing the room, making Luke and Michael Piers dizzy.

After a while, he calmed down slightly and quickly picked up his phone, intending to retract the message but ended up deleting the wrong one in haste.

Holding his phone, Brandon, "..."

The next moment, Luke and Michael watched as Brandon, who had been pacing the room, suddenly dismantled his watch and assembled a mini notebook at lightning speed. Just as he was about to delete the message, his phone rang, the caller ID displaying "Brandon’s Chubby Fox."

Brandon’s previously nimble hands froze, staring at his ringing phone, not daring to pick it up.

The caller on the other end was persistent.

Stalemate continued, the others in the room couldn’t help but watch Brandon.

Feeling awkward under their gaze, Brandon picked up the phone, "I’ll take this call."

Brandon Piers quickly walked into the private room’s bathroom as if holding a hot potato. He copied the contents of the phone to the computer, then dismantled the mobile phone, removed the card, and threw the hot potato into the toilet.

But as soon as he walked out of the bathroom, Peter entered the eerily quiet private room. "Mr. Piers, Mrs. Piers is calling."

Brandon halted his steps. "Tell her I’m busy."

No sooner had he finished speaking, Peter, who was holding the phone, heard the beeping sound of a call being disconnected. He looked up in a daze. "Mr. Piers, your phone was on speaker just now."

Brandon, "..."

Unable to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor, he said, "Get out."

Peter slinked out of the private room dejectedly, only to hear his boss coldly add, "Bring a new phone."

Brandon glanced at the gossiping men in the private room, then turned around and sat in the corner, drinking in a foul mood.

Luke Scout and Michael Piers exchanged glances. What happened to him?

Drinking aside, business still had to be discussed.

Brandon Piers was about to go to court soon, and many matters needed to be pushed forward. No matter how bad his mood was, it couldn’t affect business.

On the other hand, Abigail sat in the car, holding her phone and trembling with anger. She couldn’t believe Brandon was so unreasonable.

He actually cursed at her. Cursed her... in such nasty terms. Did he really think she was a "green tea" witch? That man probably missed calling her a bitch!

After leaving her grandfather’s Courtyard House, Abigail’s mood had improved significantly since she had been upset from the night before until this morning. She planned to find a time to talk to Brandon properly. Unexpectedly, she received Brandon’s message as soon as she got into the car. Initially, she thought his account had been hacked and kept calling him but couldn’t reach him. She even called Peter, never expecting to hear such a response.

Tell her I’m busy. Busy...

For a moment, Abigail couldn’t help but think that this man must have lied to her similarly before. Busy, my foot. He just didn’t want to deal with her!

So he was the one who cursed her, not some hacked account.

Abigail felt as if something was blocking her chest, making it difficult to breathe. She saw Hughes driving toward Moon Lake Manor and suddenly said, "Take us back to Rose Valley."

"Mrs. Piers, but Rose Valley is..." Pullan wanted to intervene, but when he saw Abigail’s cold and piercing stare through the rearview mirror, he shivered and swallowed his words. He let Hughes turn the car around to head towards Rose Valley, unaware that all this turmoil began because of him.

Aunt Claudia frowned and asked worriedly, "Abigail, is something wrong?"

"Nothing. I’ve paid a year’s rent at Rose Valley. We can’t waste it. We’ll stay there for now." Abigail was in a bad mood and knew her explanation had many holes but couldn’t think of anything better.

Aunt Claudia looked at Abigail thoughtfully. She could probably guess this was a fight with Brandon. But remembering what Old Mr. Smith said that day—though Abigail gave birth to Brandon’s child, they were still unmarried—staying at the manor for too long wouldn’t look good. Moving out was actually better to avoid being looked down upon.

"That’s right. The rent for that villa isn’t cheap. It’s a waste not to stay there." Aunt Claudia relaxed, but still advised Abigail, "It’s natural for couples to have their ups and downs. Brandon is a good kid. Even if he did something wrong, don’t hold grudges for too long."

Abigail knew Aunt Claudia was being kind and murmured an acknowledgment, but she couldn’t shake off the message Brandon sent or what he said to Old Mr. Smith last night. Every word felt like a needle stabbing her heart. She never thought her lover would see her this way.

The ride was silent. By the time they arrived at Rose Valley, it was already 8 PM. Fortunately, Abigail hadn’t dismissed Lois earlier, so the villa was kept clean. Abigail returned and handed Teddy to Aunt Claudia before going upstairs. For the first time, she lay on the bed without even taking a shower, exuding a heavy aura of sadness.

Aunt Claudia watched Abigail close the door and sighed. She turned to Hughes, instructing him to inform Old Mr. Smith and bring over some daily necessities for Teddy.

As for Pullan, because of Brandon’s orders, he stood guard outside their villa like a statue. Aunt Claudia found it too conspicuous and let him prepare a room on the first floor to call him when needed.

Pullan moved into the villa but didn’t feel relaxed at all. He sensed something off about the argument between Brandon and Abigail and felt uneasy.

After thinking for a while, Pullan sent a message. "Mr. Piers, Mrs. Piers has returned to Rose Valley and is settled in. Aunt Claudia arranged a guest room on the first floor for me. Rest assured, I will protect Mrs. Piers and young Mr. Piers and ensure their safety."

After editing, he sent the message.

At the clubhouse, Brandon took the new phone Peter brought, inserted the card, and re-logged into his Facebook account. He immediately checked if Abigail had replied and how he could explain if she did, but found nothing from her. Instead, he received a message from Pullan.

Just one look at the message made Brandon rub his throbbing temples and take a deep breath. He sent a question mark to Pullan.

Pullan received the question mark and thought hard before replying, "Mrs. Piers said she paid a year’s rent for Rose Valley and didn’t want to waste it, so she moved back."

After sending it, Pullan felt relieved. He couldn’t possibly tell Brandon that Mrs. Piers moved back out of anger because he didn’t answer her call, could he?

Yet, Brandon laughingly got mad at the message. "Hah, you’re really something."

Saying that, he immediately blocked Pullan, out of sight, out of mind.

Upon receiving this, Pullan was shocked and hurriedly asked, "Mr. Piers, did I do something wrong?"

In response, he received a red exclamation mark, indicating he had been blocked.

Pullan was stunned. Panicked, he called Peter. "What’s Mr. Piers busy with? Why did he block me? Did I do something wrong? Am I about to be abandoned by Mr. Piers..."

Having been on edge the whole day, Peter felt his head swell hearing Pullan’s barrage of questions. After a while, he finally managed to interject, "Don’t overthink it. Mr. Piers is just in a bad mood."

"But Mr. Piers never blocked me before when he was in a bad mood!" Pullan asked, confused.

Peter replied perfunctorily, "Well, think about whether you’ve done anything to upset him today. If so, that’s probably the reason."

Then, he quickly hung up, afraid Brandon might call for him.

Pullan, left hanging, stood bewildered for a long while, unable to figure out what he’d done wrong. Then his phone beeped with group messages. In "The Men Behind Mr. Piers," there were 99+ unread messages, and someone even tagged him. Pullan couldn’t fathom how he had offended Brandon. Could it be because he was staying at Mrs. Piers’s villa?

Thinking of this, Pullan nodded insightfully. Very likely!

Just then, he noticed someone tagging him again, repeatedly tapping him, making it impossible for him to call Brandon to explain. He opened the group messages to see what everyone was tagging him for and found discussions circulating photos from his Facebook Circle with someone timidly asking, "Did you post this to hint Mrs. Piers and Lawyer Jones make a better match?"

Pullan shivered. "What nonsense are you talking about!"

The next moment, someone sent a cropped photo, leaving only Abigail holding Teddy and Benjamin Jones, looking harmoniously like others weren’t there.

Pullan, "..." He was dead!