Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 791: Brandon Piers, you are a liar!

Brandon Piers saw Abigail and Benjamin Jones standing together from a distance; displeasure flashed in his eyes. His mind conjured the photograph Pullan sent from the Smith family. Though the two of them displayed no overt intimacy, they seemed particularly well-matched and harmonious. Seeing that they were both dressed in black, Benjamin in a black suit and Abigail in a black, slightly formal dress, it appeared as if they were wearing couple’s outfits.

Brandon glanced at his own silver suit and felt a pang of displeasure.

Brandon’s not-so-great mood focused on Abigail, and the thinly veiled coldness in his gaze made Abigail hesitate. She had been about to approach him after several days apart.

Their eyes met, and unspoken emotions clashed in the air between them.

Oblivious reporters nearby frantically took photos, interpreting the scene as a moment of deep, mutual affection.

But only the people involved knew it was anything but affectionate. One was laced with jealousy; the other, anger.

Fortunately, the sound of camera shutters kept their basic rationality intact.

Brandon’s steps subconsciously quickened as he reached Abigail and Benjamin, restraining his jealousy as he spoke to them, "Let’s go inside."

Abigail had too many questions for the despicable man in front of her. However, the courtroom was ahead, and a swarm of reporters was behind them; it was not the right time to interrogate him. She could only follow them into the courtroom, stifling her questions.

As soon as they entered the courtroom, the judge announced the commencement of the trial.

Abigail had no opportunity to communicate with Brandon. Benjamin quietly relayed to Brandon what he had previously told Abigail: the prosecution had received new evidence.

Brandon’s expression didn’t change upon hearing this. He merely glanced at Abigail, who looked clearly distressed in the audience, and sighed lightly before saying to Benjamin, "I know."

Benjamin looked at Brandon and wasn’t surprised that he had received the message. However, he was unsure whether Brandon meant he knew the prosecution had received new evidence or if he knew the details of the evidence.

"Sorry, this might ruin Lawyer Jones’ reputation." As Benjamin pondered, Brandon slowly added, resolving Benjamin’s confusion.

A hint of frustration appeared on Benjamin’s usually stoic face, "Do we need to change our strategy? I can negotiate for a reduced sentence."

They initially prepared a defense of not guilty. But if the evidence were irrefutable, the penalty would be severe. If they sought leniency from the start, the outcome would still involve sentencing, but the term would be considerably negotiable.

Brandon shook his head, "Stick to our initial plan."

Hearing this, Benjamin gave Brandon a complex look, "Then you should be psychologically prepared for at least eight years."

Brandon didn’t respond but instead looked towards the audience. Apart from Abigail and Grandfather Piers, Joshua Piers was also seated there. When Joshua noticed Brandon looking his way, he smiled. It wasn’t exactly gloating, but he didn’t hide his pleasure, either.

Brandon didn’t react to Joshua’s response. Instead, he glanced at Abigail, uncertain if she was distressed over his potential loss or angry with him.

As he thought about what lay ahead, Brandon’s emotions grew more complicated.

"I understand." After another glance at his grandfather, Brandon looked away and nodded at Benjamin.

Benjamin understood and refrained from saying more. Once the prosecution’s initial evidence was presented, he began his defense.

Benjamin’s reputation was built on years of legal practice, winning one case after another. His arguments were sharp and brilliant, but no argument could counter undeniable evidence.

When the judge seemed to side with Brandon, the prosecution revealed their trump card: a contract signed by Brandon himself. The other party was the company responsible for the fake drugs, which also had a witness. This move caught Benjamin off guard, leaving no room for rebuttal other than for Brandon to admit that it was his signature.

Benjamin had anticipated this moment, but his reaction was minimal. Abigail and Grandfather Piers, sitting in the audience, had different reactions.

They both watched Brandon, trying to understand his intentions. But after answering the prosecution, Brandon remained silent, standing gloomily in the defendant’s seat, revealing nothing of his emotions.

Joshua was not at all surprised by the outcome. His slight smile hinted that he thought things might have been too easy.

Regardless of everyone’s reactions, the judge sentenced Brandon to ten years in prison and permanent deprivation of political rights.

Abigail couldn’t accept the verdict. She emotionally approached, "Brandon, why is this happening? What’s going on?"

Brandon seemed to snap out of his reverie, looking at Abigail but saying nothing.

Benjamin, with an apologetic tone, said, "Abby, I’m sorry."

Abigail knew Benjamin had done his best. She directed her questions at Brandon, "Benjamin, you don’t need to apologize; I understand." Saying this, she turned back to Brandon, "Don’t you have anything to say to me?"

Brandon saw Abigail’s pain and confusion clearly. His heart ached, but he couldn’t explain anything right then. He gritted his teeth, "Abigail, I’m sorry."

Abigail didn’t want to hear an apology, "What do you mean, ’sorry’? You knew this outcome? Have you been deliberately avoiding me these past days? What are you thinking, Brandon? You obviously didn’t—"

"How do you know he didn’t do it? Maybe he did more than you think, and now he’s only taking the lightest charge." Abigail was cut off by Joshua’s eerie voice from behind her.

Abigail turned sharply to glare at Joshua, thinking he was a split personality. He was so melancholic when painting, like a genuine artist. But when it came to doing bad things, he didn’t even blink.

"Miss Green, being angry with me won’t help; the lawbreaker is him." Joshua seemed troubled by Abigail’s attitude but then looked coldly at Brandon, "Ten years. I also stayed in F Nation for ten years. Father and big brother also spent ten years inside."

Joshua’s final words carried a ghostly resentment, making Abigail involuntarily shiver. She had a vague sense that Brandon’s situation was tied to him.

Turning back, Abigail ignored Joshua, watching as Brandon was about to be taken away by the prosecution. She instinctively grabbed his hand, "Brandon, I don’t believe it."

Brandon met Abigail’s gaze, then looked at the hand gripping his own. Regret washed over him. He had thought his little woman was logical, handling any situation calmly. But now he realized he had been wrong. Seeing Abigail so out of control, familiar yet strange, made him grasp the pain of making those who love him watch him being taken away.

"Abigail, I..."

"Tomorrow is my twentieth birthday. Do you remember what you promised me? Brandon, you liar, did you always know this was going to happen? Is that why you said our wedding plans weren’t urgent? Did you never intend to marry me..." Abigail interrupted him, her initial anger dissolving into a voice tinged with sorrow.

She finally understood his recent behavior. He had known the outcome of today’s trial all along, which was why he had distanced himself. And although he was jealous, he didn’t come to her after sending that message nor apologized.

She just couldn’t accept it.

Earlier, they had said he would be acquitted. How could he be sentenced to ten years? Ten years...

Abigail couldn’t imagine her noble and handsome Brandon spending ten years in prison. When she heard about his seven-day detention last time, she almost went crazy. Let alone ten years!

She couldn’t accept it.

Tears welled up in Abigail’s eyes. "Brandon Piers, you liar..."

Brandon Piers looked at Abigail’s eyes filled with tears. For a moment, the pain felt like his heart was being squeezed. He couldn’t help but softly call out, "Abigail, don’t cry..." Things weren’t as she thought.

He somewhat regretted not telling Abigail in advance. But now, he couldn’t explain; moreover, he didn’t even have an explanation.

This time, he was used as bait to lure the enemy. It might succeed, or it might... fail.

If successful, he and Piers would be safe. But if it failed, his fate wouldn’t be much better than spending ten years in prison.

So at this moment, he couldn’t promise Abigail anything. He just gently held her hand, softly coaxing her, "Abigail, be good, don’t cry."

Elder Piers, leaning on his cane, stood behind Abigail, his face gloomy. He should have known something was wrong when this brat suddenly transferred all his assets to Abigail. It couldn’t be just avoiding public opinion. If it really was to avoid damaging Abigail’s reputation, they could just get married.

Now it seemed this jerk had anticipated today’s outcome. Unlike Abigail, the old man guessed things weren’t that simple.

Prosecutors urged Abigail several times, but she wouldn’t let go of Brandon Piers’ hand. Finally, Brandon Piers looked at Benjamin Jones. "Lawyer Jones, please handle this."

Benjamin Jones, unsure what Brandon Piers was up to, gave him a complex look before stepping forward. "Abby, we can still appeal this case. Don’t panic. We will find a way."

Hearing Benjamin Jones’s words, Abigail noticed everyone around was watching her. Her behavior was bordering on obstructing justice, so she reluctantly let go of Brandon Piers, though her eyes remained red.

As soon as she let go, judicial officers immediately took Brandon Piers away.

Watching the man’s back, Abigail’s heart ached, twisting painfully. Until she was surrounded by reporters outside the courthouse, she was dumbfounded. Fortunately, Pullan and others protected them.

But unlike when they came, the news of Brandon Piers’ ten-year prison sentence had spread like wildfire. These reporters no longer showed the slight restraint of earlier times. Seeing only the elderly, the weak, and the solitary left in the Piers family, they no longer showed respect, pushing microphones towards Abigail’s face, ignoring the bodyguards around her.

Still deep in grief, Abigail was nearly hit by the reporters’ microphones several times. Meanwhile, Benjamin Jones, surrounded by reporters like Abigail and Elder Piers, couldn’t get away either, frustrated at losing his first case.

With more and more intrusive reporters, a whistle suddenly sounded from the perimeter, followed by Adam Piers’s dandy voice. "What? Isn’t a young master like me worth your interviews?"

The loud, exaggerated voice made the reporters around Abigail look over, seeing a man even flashier than Brandon Piers today.

Adam Piers wore a burgundy suit, his carefully styled hair slicked back, and shiny leather shoes. Although his oily image normally made him look greasy, the bright yellow megaphone in his hand added a touch of... um, silliness.

Strangely endearing.

"Come on, why interview them? Interview me, and I’ll spill everything." Seeing the reporters attracted to him, Adam Piers raised his eyebrows arrogantly, as flamboyant as could be.

His performance indeed drew many reporters away.

Pullan took the opportunity to escort Abigail and Elder Piers into the car, while Adam Piers, even more pleased, answered reporter questions nonsensically, proud of himself.

Reporters surrounded Adam Piers, asking sharp or bizarre questions rapidly. Adam responded as promised, holding nothing back.

Yet...

As questions continued, reporters started showing confusion. What was he talking about? How did it relate to their questions?

For example, a reporter asked, "Master Adam, what do you think about Brandon Piers’s ten-year prison sentence?"

Adam Piers, "Huh? The verdict is out? I just got here and didn’t know. Thanks for telling me."

Reporter, "..."

Another reporter asked, "Master Adam, this must be a heavy blow to Piers. What’s your view?"

Adam Piers, "Isn’t he already resigned? Joshua is now in charge. We all trust he can lead the company ever higher."

Reporter, "...You seem happy about Brandon’s imprisonment?"

Adam Piers, "How could I be? I’m heartbroken. I’m postponing my wedding indefinitely for this."

Reporter, "..."

After the interview, as Adam Piers left, everyone silently looked at each other. What did we learn? Oh, Master Adam is postponing his wedding indefinitely for Brandon; such brotherly love is touching!

After escaping the reporters, Adam Piers jumped into the car, looking at Bertha Swift, who was still in her white wedding dress from their fitting earlier. "Satisfied?"

Bertha Swift’s face turned pale. As Adam Piers had used the megaphone to answer reporters, she heard clearly him say he was postponing the wedding indefinitely for Brandon Piers.

Because she heard it clearly, she felt terrible; she should have been happy.

Recently, Adam Piers had involved her in various wedding arrangements, from designing the stage backdrop to the colors of the flowers. They even went for impromptu bridal photoshoots.

During this period, she had slightly altered her opinion of Adam Piers, slightly. As the wedding day approached, anxiety grew, especially with a child on the way. Hesitating for long, she consulted a doctor about an abortion. Just now, in the car, the doctor called back, and Adam heard, leading to a heated argument in the car.

What caught Bertha Swift off guard was that the man who insisted on the wedding suddenly announced an indefinite postponement. Did this mean he was giving up on her?

She should have been happy.