Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 812: Hayden Bell Makes a Discovery

"A new song ’Dream’ is dedicated to all my dear friends." Hayden Bell’s voice sounded, and the moment his incredibly pleasant voice began, the audience fell silent.

Standing behind Hayden Bell, Abigail looked up at the person she had hitherto known only through text, videos, and others’ words, feeling her blood heat up the moment the music started.

Instinctively, Abigail synchronized with Hayden Bell and others, her hands dancing across the keyboard, blending with the bass and guitar sounds, immersed in the music, gazing at the tall figure not far away, with nothing else in her eyes.

As the song climaxed, Abigail felt that everything in front of her seemed less like time-traveling and more like a dream.

Just like the song Hayden Bell was singing at this very moment.

"In my dream, I spray my youth, in my dream, I go crazy, I despair, and I fall into hell unable to find my love..."

By the end, Hayden Bell’s eyes welled up with tears, while the audience below went crazy, waving their glow sticks, crying and going wild along with Hayden.

As the song ended, the audience below shouted in unison for Hayden. Holding his guitar, he bowed deeply to the audience, then walked off the stage with his teammates.

At that moment off the stage, Tommy and Whit suddenly grabbed Abigail, "Girl, I underestimated you!"

Abigail, suspended in mid-air, cried out in shock, then after hearing Whit’s words, she too began to laugh, and as she laughed, tears filled her eyes.

She never expected to complete the performance so smoothly, and she could feel that their show was a success. Hayden Bell’s songs would no longer be sung by others, he wouldn’t fall from grace so quickly, and maybe the future could indeed change.

Thinking of this, Abigail’s eyes, which resembled Hayden’s by sixty percent, excitedly looked at him.

If everything could change, would that mean he could survive, Clara Smith wouldn’t be disabled, and she would be born into a healthy and loving family?

All kinds of thoughts flashed through Abigail’s mind, but then the drummer Peacock tapped her lightly, "Little girl, if you like our Hayden so much, why not join us?"

"Huh?" Abigail came back to her senses, looking at Peacock in surprise. She had paid attention to him because of Hayden; previously known as Peacock, nickname Crazy, he had left the company after Hayden was ostracized and joined other bands, but unfortunately, it seemed that it didn’t end well, and years later he was unheard of in the music realm.

"Consider it?" Peacock looked at Abigail, while Hayden and Whit on the side didn’t speak, obviously acquiescing to his invitation.

This was something Abigail had never thought of. She stared blankly at them, yet what she was thinking about was whether she could really not go back?

Otherwise, why would everything here feel so real, real enough to make her uneasy?

"Crazy is just suggesting, if you don’t want to, we won’t force you." Just as Abigail was standing dazed, Hayden Bell gently spoke up.

Abigail nodded, then shook her head, wanting to explain but finding herself utterly unable to, feeling completely at a loss.

Seeing her reaction, Whit and the others thought it appeared like a young girl meeting her idol for the first time and being overly excited by such an invitation, teasing her with a laugh, "Does it feel like being hit by a million-dollar lottery? Don’t get too excited; this isn’t a dream, there’s no rush to answer, just leave a contact and think it over slowly."

Abigail snapped back to reality, "Contact information?"

"Pager? Cell phone? Just leave any we can reach you at." Whit said with a smile, noticing Abigail’s fashionable attire and piano skills; he presumed her family background must be affluent.

Upon hearing this, Abigail’s mouth gaped open, a pager? A cell phone? How could she have such outdated stuff?

With some difficulty, she shook her head at Whit.

Whit was surprised, "Then what about your home address? Leave an address so we can find you."

Abigail shook her head again after hearing this. She didn’t even know where she was; how could she have an address?

The others also looked at Abigail strangely, as if questioning the truth of her words.

Abigail knew her situation was unreasonable and could only awkwardly meet the eyes of the three, "What if I said I have amnesia and can’t remember anything; would you believe me?"

Whit and the Madman were stunned, their faces saying: Are you kidding us, young lady?

Only Hayden observed her with a deep gaze.

Abigail, not caring what everyone else thought, persisted, "I really can’t remember where my home is."

"Didn’t you say earlier that you often eavesdropped on our band rehearsals?" Peacock asked her, raising an eyebrow.

Abigail choked, not expecting the consequences of her lies to catch up this quickly.

"Let’s get ready, we still have two more songs to perform," Hayden cut off Whit and the other’s questioning, glanced at Abigail, "You stay in the dressing room for now, we’ll decide what to do after the performance ends."

"Okay." Abigail nodded. For now, that was her only option as she didn’t understand her current situation and was penniless. She had nowhere else she could go.

Hayden glanced at the girl. Perhaps it was from being in the music industry for so long, but seeing Abigail like this, a word popped into his mind: obedient.

Soon after, he mocked himself; would the Bell family ever produce such an obedient girl? She must be performing for him.

Abigail was unaware of Hayden’s thoughts. As people left, she sat in the dressing room, unable to help but start thinking about what she should do next. Before she could figure anything out, the dressing room door was pushed open. Instinctively thinking it was Hayden’s return, she was about to get up when she realized it was Hayden’s manager, who was talking on an old cell phone at that moment.

To avoid embarrassment, Abigail shrank back. Since the dressing room was temporarily set up, it wasn’t only rudimentary but also very messy. Abigail sat hidden behind a row of costumes, out of the manager’s line of sight.

The person scanned the room and, seeing no one, let his guard down and apologized openly to the person on the phone, "I’m sorry, Tommy. I never expected a girl to suddenly show up, nor did I expect Hayden to actually use her... Oh, that wouldn’t work now, his new song is getting good reactions... That method? Isn’t that too harsh? After all, you guys are friends, that might destroy him, wouldn’t it? But... Alright, fine."

Perkin, the manager, hung up the phone and stood still for a while before muttering bitterly, "It’s not that I don’t want to give you a way out, Hayden, but you’ve offended people you shouldn’t offend."

After saying that, he stamped his foot and left the dressing room.

Hidden in the corner, Abigail waited for the door to close and realized she was sweating thinly. She initially thought Hayden was framed after going to M Kingdom; she didn’t expect him to be targeted back home.

In her past life, perhaps because Hayden experienced a flop during a music festival, the company indirectly gave up on him, which slowed down his opponents.

But this time, due to her involvement and Hayden’s successful debut of a new song, it hastened the opponent’s plan to destroy Hayden.

Her hearing was excellent; she clearly heard the person instruct Perkin to spike Hayden’s drink tonight with something addictive and highly toxic.

Abigail knew the entertainment industry in the 80s and 90s was chaotic, filled with various dark capitals, and the entertainment companies were far from regulated. All sorts of people muddled through the industry, but she didn’t expect Perkin, as Hayden’s manager, to stoop so low.

Taking a deep breath, Abigail stayed put in the dressing room until the end of Hayden and his band’s performance then numbly stood up and followed Hayden like a clingy puppy.

Hayden looked back at his ’little tail’, "Really have nowhere to go?"

Abigail nodded.

Whit and the crazy guy immediately started teasing Abigail with a whistle.

Abigail felt awkward on the spot. She knew they had misunderstood her, but she couldn’t explain herself, only managing to say to Hayden dryly, "What I said is true..."

Hayden gave a cold glance to the two brothers enjoying the spectacle before turning his gaze to Abigail, "I have to attend a party organized by the host. Come stay at my place tonight, and I’ll send you home tomorrow."

"Can I join you?" Abigail asked hopefully, looking at Hayden. She could have explained the conversation to Hayden, but she could feel that although Hayden agreed to let her stay, he was wary of her. And she wasn’t sure about his relation with Perkin, but more importantly, she wanted to meet Tommy, the man who ultimately causes Hayden’s downfall.

"Well, let’s go get something to eat first." After all, Abigail Bell had helped them today, bringing her to the celebration didn’t seem abrupt.

Whit and the crazy guy rarely saw Hayden be so patient with a girl, and were making faces at each other in the background.

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The group found a familiar restaurant, casually ate some noodles, then headed to the celebratory bar. On the way, Abigail casually asked, "Who is Tommy? I overheard people mention this name inadvertently."

"Ha, aren’t you one of Hayden’s die-hard fans? You don’t even know Tommy? He was Hayden’s benefactor. Without him, Hayden wouldn’t have entered this circle," Whit explained to Abigail.

Abigail was taken aback, instinctively glancing at Hayden. This Tommy was not her adversary but a benefactor?

Before Abigail could digest this piece of information, Whit sighed again, "Unfortunately, Hayden and Tommy’s visions differ, and their relationship has cooled down a lot the past two years."

"Still brothers though," the crazy guy added.

Abigail looked to Hayden. Although he didn’t say anything, she could tell that Hayden agreed with the crazy guy’s words.

In an instant, Abigail’s mood cooled down considerably, thinking no wonder.

In Hayden’s eyes, that Tommy was a benefactor, a brother, but in Tommy’s eyes, maybe Hayden was just a tool for making money, albeit disobedient, thus needing to be destroyed... no, rather controlled.

Realizing this, a hint of coldness flashed in Abigail’s eyes. As they passed a traditional Flowery medicine store, she suddenly stopped, somewhat shyly reaching out her hand to Hayden, "Can you give me a hundred bucks?"

It was the first time in her life Abigail had asked her own father for money, and she felt uncomfortable.

Hayden paused, took out a hundred from his pocket, and glanced at the medicine store, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Yes." Abigail took the money and ran off.

Whit and Peacock shook their heads from behind, saying, "Hayden, you’re really generous with that girl, a hundred bucks just like that."

Hayden swept them with a glance, "Just consider it her performance fee for tonight."

The two instantly shut up, recognising he was still the same frugal Hayden they knew.

The three of them waited a while before Abigail came out of the traditional Flowery medicine store, seemingly having bought nothing, with only twelve bucks and some change left from the hundred.

Even Hayden was stunned for a moment, only Abigail looked at them strangely, "Is there a problem?"

Whit quickly waved his hand, "No." He just didn’t expect such a young girl could spend money like that.

"By the way, Hayden said that the hundred just now was your performance fee for today." Whit thought for a second then added something for Abigail.

Abigail was stunned, "What? Just a hundred bucks?"

She had forgotten this was the eighties.

Looking down at the twelve dollars and fifty-three cents in her hand, she suddenly felt a pang of heartache. This wasn’t the pocket money her father had given her.

Abigail was somewhat gloomy, causing Hayden Bell to feel embarrassed for the first time in his life, "If you think it’s too little, I can give you more later."

"No need." Abigail was not keen on the money. It wasn’t about the amount for her.

Hayden Bell, "..."

For the first time, he looked to Whit and Peacock for help, but the two seemed to enjoy the drama with their gossip-hungry expressions, leaving Hayden at a loss. At this moment, they arrived at the front door of the bar, where Perkin waiting in a flashy pink suit; his first glimpse of Hayden was filled with enthusiasm, complimenting his insightful talent in the music festival, predicting a bright future, and also flattering Abigail in the process.

Abigail felt disgusted. If she hadn’t overheard Perkin conspiring with someone on how to harm Hayden, she might have believed his flattery.

Because they were key creative members and Hayden was a popular up-and-coming singer, he was quite popular, being flattered by everyone. Whit and Peacock were about to sneak off to drink aside, but Abigail grabbed each by the hand, "We’re following him."

Whit and Peacock looked confused but were compelled to nod under Abigail’s intense and mature gaze.

Then the three of them followed Hayden like shadows, until Tommy appeared.

Abigail had anticipated Tommy to be an older big brother figure, but he looked only five or six years older than Hayden, had an amiable demeanor, and seemed approachable. Yet, with her caution, Abigail observed him carefully and noticed Tommy’s bodyguards were highly skilled and showed a mix of respect and fear toward him.

How could such a person be approachable?

Just then, Hayden’s manager, Perkin, handed a glass of wine to Hayden, "Here, Hayden, you owe your success today to Tommy’s care. Pay your respects with this glass."

Abigail’s eyelids twitched. The inevitable had arrived.

Hayden nodded, taking the glass from the manager, "Tommy, I toast to..."

Mid-sentence, Abigail suddenly stumbled, half-falling onto Hayden. Unprepared for her significant strength, he was knocked toward Tommy, splashing the drink all over his face.

Abigail’s face was full of panic, seemingly taken aback by the outcome, frantically trying to wipe Tommy’s face, while strategically dusting pre-prepared poison into his nose and mouth.

The best practitioner of traditional Flowery medicine is also the most cunning poison master. Not knowing how long she could stay in this world and to ensure Hayden’s safety, she used her most lethal poison.

After today, if Tommy didn’t die, he’d be handicapped.

"What are you doing?" Tommy pushed Abigail away, and the next moment his bodyguard picked her up and harshly threw her to the ground.

Hayden hurried to help Abigail up.

Tommy felt dizzy and hazed, blaming the sudden onset on something in the wine. Too overwhelmed to even react angrily, he hastily called for help to leave.

And just like that, the drama ended. Watching them leave, Abigail turned her head to look at the bewildered manager of Hayden, her lips curling into a cold, cynical smile, which Hayden happened to catch.

Hayden was taken aback, pretending to take Abigail to the restroom for a cleanup, but once they were alone, his handsome face turned cold, "Who exactly are you? What did you do to Tommy? What’s your purpose? And... are you a Bell family member, right?"