Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

Chapter 96: Chapter 96 This Fat Guy is Doing it on Purpose

Abigail Green raised her rosy eyes and looked for answers on Brandon Piers’ face.

Unfortunately, Brandon didn’t give her the chance to look deeper. Watching Clark Stone’s changing expressions, he said, “Since we’ll be relatives, there’s no need to be so formal.”

With that, he directly sat in the central hall.

For a moment, Clark couldn’t grasp the temper of this second young master. He could only agree, “Master Brandon is right. I came today primarily to have Abigail try on her custom wedding dress and see if there are any issues.”

“Really? Then go ahead.” Brandon finished speaking as Pullan brought him a cup of tea, which he elegantly sipped.

Clark was even more confused, his gaze falling on Abigail.

Abigail understood even less about this man’s train of thought, yet her mood inexplicably improved.

Brandon, seeing everyone not moving, narrowed his eyes and glanced at Clark, “Go on.”

“Yes, yes, Abigail, pick the one you like, and we’ll try that one first.” Clark snapped out of his stupor, quickly said, but then noticed the people behind him weren’t moving either. Only then did he realize the stylists were all staring at Brandon. His expression changed slightly, and he raised his voice, “What are you standing there for? Go help Abigail try on the wedding dresses.”

Listening to Clark call her “Abigail” endlessly, Abigail felt utterly disgusted. Her gaze fell on those wedding dresses. “No need to try them on.”

The stylists, who had come back to themselves, rushed at her with wedding dresses, but Abigail rejected them flat out.

Clark’s face turned sour. Brandon was watching them, and this fat bitch refused to give him face. Anger flared in his heart, but he didn’t dare show it. He asked in a low voice, “Abigail, are you not pleased?”

It seemed like he was asking Abigail’s opinion, but his eyes, hidden from Brandon’s view, carried a warning.

“No need to try them on. They don’t fit.” Abigail didn’t care about Clark’s threats. A glance at the fabric was enough to tell they weren’t custom-made, and the sizes didn’t match her measurements.

Clark’s so-called sincerity was obviously just for the Piers family to see and an excuse to curry favor.

“How do you know they don’t fit without trying them on?” Clark didn’t expect Abigail to show him no respect in front of Master Brandon. He forced a smile. If it weren’t for the fear of Brandon overhearing, he would have already been gnashing his teeth.

Abigail didn’t bother to argue with him, pointing to the first dress on the left. “This dress has a waist of two feet one. My waist is three feet six. How do I squeeze in? This dress’s hem is just one meter three. Anyone shorter than one meter seventy-five can’t pull it off. Are you confused about my height or your own?”

Clark gasped.

Abigail seemed unaffected, her eyes drifting to the last dress. She looked deeply troubled, “This one’s actually okay, except it shows the legs. Master Stone, are you sure you want to show off my elephant legs at the engagement party?”

Finally, she lowered her head and looked at her legs, appearing very aggrieved.

“Pfft!” Pullan, standing beside Brandon, couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter at her last remark.

The corners of Brandon’s mouth twitched involuntarily, but the next moment his eyes frosted over, settling on Pullan. Terrified, Pullan immediately clammed up. His typically tough face turned distinctly red from holding back.

He had never seen such a self-deprecating girl!

Clark had brought the wedding dresses merely for show, never expecting Brandon to butt in so unexpectedly. He also hadn’t anticipated Abigail giving him no face at all. His expression changed multiple times, and when Pullan laughed, he couldn’t conceal his anger any longer.

“You…!” this bitch!

But before the word “bitch” left his lips, he met Abigail’s mocking plump face. Clark stiffened, remembering Brandon standing behind him.

This bitch did it on purpose!

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