Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 807: The Young Master is Handsome and Bitchy

Chapter 807: Chapter 807: The Young Master is Handsome and Bitchy

Abigail heard that four men were going to drink and was first startled, then she poked her head out and saw Pullan fawning over everyone with hangover remedies, opening up four bottles at once. Her mouth twitched as she asked Lena Locke, "Where did the alcohol come from?"

"Lawyer Jones had Pullan fetch it from his place," Lena Locke replied in a low mutter, "He doesn’t know to take less, and actually brought a whole box."

Abigail looked incredulously at Lena, "A box?"

"Yeah, see, they’re clearly off. Pullan actually took so much. Who is he planning to get drunk?" Lena couldn’t help but Tsukkomi.

Abigail’s lips twitched again. She didn’t care who got drunk, but she couldn’t help but feel sorry for Benjamin’s alcohol, knowing well that he had no other hobbies and loved collecting fine wines the most. The box that Pullan moved must be worth millions, if not hundreds of thousands.

This wasn’t drinking; it was practically shredding money.

And others noticed it too.

Brandon Piers looked meaningfully at Benjamin Jones, "Lawyer Jones is really generous."

Benjamin Jones maintained his smile with difficulty, glanced at Pullan, and then replied slowly, "He’s no match for the young master." He’s raised a bandit.

Joshua Piers listened to the banter between the two, his gaze sweeping over the whole living room.

The two old men, out of sight and out of mind, had gone off to a corner to play chess. Clara Smith sat nearby observing the game but couldn’t help interjecting from time to time, with the old men often expressing annoyance at her.

The chubby little kid, just over one-year-old, was chasing a silver sheepdog several times his size around the room, giggling all the while. Following the kid were two boys that looked like classmates of Abigail, worried he might fall and also afraid that their shouts would disturb the old men’s chess game, so they called out to Teddy in hushed voices.

In a corner, a foreigner lounged on a couch, casually flipping through a magazine. Occasionally he looked towards where Teddy was, with a not-so-smart robot vacuum wearing a hat bumping into his feet from time to time. He would casually nudge it, but the robot persistently followed him.

If Joshua Piers wasn’t mistaken, that person should be the President of the Midsummer Trust.

While the living room was buzzing with activity, older servants were serving dishes in the dining area, whispering to the people in the kitchen from time to time.

The villa’s living room was large, but because there were so many people today, it seemed crowded and noisy. Yet, for the first time, Joshua Piers didn’t find it distasteful; instead, he was fascinated by the commonplace joy of family, a daily life he had never had.

When Joshua Piers came back to his senses, the wine had already been sobered up, Pullan was standing beside them waiting on the group, seeing they were just about to drink, he quickly took out a pack of playing cards, "Young Master, it’s not fun to only drink. How about a game where the loser drinks?"

Pullan’s intention was to prevent his young master from being bullied by the other three and making a mistake if he got too drunk. However, as soon as he made the suggestion, his young master gave him a cold look, and both Mr. Joshua and Lawyer Jones also gave him a serious glance. Without waiting for their young master’s nod, they had already taken the cards, causing Pullan to shiver with the realization that something wasn’t right, "Sorry, I almost forgot Dean Foster might not find it convenient..."

"It’s fine, I can handle the cards." Before Pullan could finish, Jeffrey Foster interrupted him, showing a warm smile in Pullan’s direction.

Pullan looked at his young master and suddenly felt he had done something wrong. And his premonition wasn’t misplaced.

Although their young master was skilled at cards, the other three were not bad either, and it was even worse when three capable players teamed up against their young master.

By the time Abigail brought out the last three dishes, Brandon Piers had already been coaxed into two bottles of red wine. His excessively handsome face blushed with two patches of pink, his eyes also red and shimmering with a touch of the joy of March when he looked at people. Jeffrey Foster couldn’t see, but for Joshua Piers and Benjamin Jones, it was different. The two of them cursed themselves silently as they met those eyes.

This is obviously on purpose, isn’t it?

But before they could complete their regret, Abigail had already come over, and then the three heard Brandon Piers, who had been cold and sharp to them just a moment ago, suddenly turn his head, "Abigail, they’re bullying me."

"Pfft!"

"Cough cough..."

"Damn!"

The three men simultaneously got goosebumps, especially when Joshua Piers just happened to take a sip of his drink and couldn’t hold back, spraying it out, narrowly missing Benjamin Jones. The typically cold but elegant man swore for the first time, while Jeffrey Foster beside him was so startled that he burst into a coughing fit.

Brandon Piers turned his head back somewhat discontentedly to give the three a look, then turned his head to face Abigail, showing a completely different demeanor, "Abigail, I’m drunk and I feel sick."

The other three men, "..." Feel like throwing up!

Abigail looked at Brandon Piers’ flushed cheeks and his eyes clearly glazed with drunkenness, her heart melting, but remembering the things she still hadn’t figured out, she steeled herself, "If you feel sick, go eat something."

"Abigail..." Brandon Piers was displeased, reaching out to hold Abigail’s hand.

Abigail, sensing the mood of the three men beside her, forced a smile and pushed away Brandon Piers’ reaching ’paws’, "Benjamin, senior, Mr. Joshua, the food is ready, let’s eat first."

The three men nodded in agreement, and Benjamin Jones and Joshua Piers, very tacitly, one from each side, helped Brandon Piers to the dining table and sat him between themselves.

Brandon Piers discontentedly glared at each of them, the glares causing Joshua Piers and Benjamin Jones to simultaneously get goosebumps, cursing internally at how a man could be so damn good-looking and whom was he trying to ruin?

For the first time, the two men suddenly understood why they were losing.

Not handsome enough, not bitchy enough.

Just before, they had noticed, even though Abigail had pushed down Brandon Piers’ wandering hands, the pity in her eyes was obvious and could not be concealed.

Jeffrey Foster, following behind with his white cane, also reflected on why he had not learned to act coquettishly before. So Abigail likes this kind of approach.

Too bad the realization came too late.

When everyone was seated at the table, Abigail asked Wilson Jasper to look after Jeffrey Foster on one side, while she took care of her grandfather and the others. Lena Locke and Pullan were sitting at the far end; Pullan was trying to minimize his presence, while Lena Locke was unabashedly ogling the handsome men, finally concluding, "Your second young master is truly the most striking one here."

Lena Locke’s voice wasn’t loud, but just as she said this, Grayson Piers raised his hand and suddenly everyone quieted down, so all present heard her comment.

The atmosphere momentarily turned awkward, and Lena Locke wished she could find a mouse hole to crawl into, only to see a slightly tipsy Brandon Piers turn his head towards her and thank her politely. Then, he looked at Abigail with a solicitous expression, "Abigail, she complimented my looks."

With such a smug expression, the two elders couldn’t help but cover their faces.

Joshua Piers, Benjamin Jones, and Jeffrey Foster, "..." Shameless!

Abigail’s mouth twitched, and with a flushed face, she stuffed a large crab into Brandon Piers’ plate, "Eat."

Brandon Piers was very happy, "I knew Abigail loved me the most."

"Cough cough cough..." Grayson Piers felt that he had never been so embarrassed in his life, and that he would never be able to hold his head up in front of his old friends ever again.

Church Smith and Clara Smith looked at Abigail with an indescribable expression, as if to say, so this is the type you like.

Abigail, "..." This dog of a man is getting me in trouble!