Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 568: Do You Think I Deserve to Rest?

At ten o’clock, the court session started.

It was said that young Master Brandon, who couldn’t bear the blow of his fiancée’s death, finally showed up. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Three months without seeing him, the once handsome and unparalleled man had become much thinner. The elegant gentlemanly demeanor was replaced by a layer of aloof coldness, making him look even more outstanding and alluring.

Upon entering the court, Brandon Piers sat in the audience seat. His eyes carried a hint of coolness, yet he became the most captivating scene in the courtroom.

Three months ago, Hearst Foster was full of vigor. Now, his well-maintained face looked like his spirit had been drained. His once sleek and shiny black hair had largely turned white at the roots due to long periods without dying, mixed in with the remaining black tips, making him look old and disheveled.

Upon hearing the judge sentence him to lifelong deprivation of political rights and immediate life imprisonment, he collapsed on the chair, unable to accept it, shouting that he would appeal.

Brandon Piers looked around Foster’s surroundings and faintly instructed Kelvin Max in a low voice, "Check the auxiliary police at two o’clock, the jury at ten o’clock, and the assistant of the Foster family’s lawyer."

Kelvin Max immediately went to handle it.

After the trial, the inspectors escorted a dazed Hearst Foster. At this moment, Brandon Piers happened to get up. As he passed by, Foster’s eyes suddenly lit up and looked at Brandon Piers. "Help me, and I will tell you a secret!"

Brandon Piers paused in his steps. "Oh, let’s hear it."

"Promise me first," Foster, with his half-white, half-black hair, tried to negotiate with Brandon Piers.

Brandon Piers looked back at Pullan. "Shave his head and remember to take a picture for me."

After speaking, he walked out of the courtroom.

Foster was stunned by this sudden remark and frantically shouted as Brandon Piers was about to leave, "He’s not dead, he’s not dead..."

Brandon Piers stopped in his tracks.

Seeing this, Foster hurriedly said, "He is an ungrateful man. He has brought such misery to me and the Foster family. It’s impossible he is truly dead. He faked his death. Moreover, he had mental issues before the explosion and ran away with your fiancée, thinking of her as his junior sister. He is not dead!"

"Is what you said true?" Brandon finally turned to look at Foster.

"Absolutely true. Now, will you help me?" Foster said, looking at Brandon Piers for help. This was a big secret.

"Do you know where he took my fiancée?" Brandon asked Foster, who thought he had found an opportunity.

"This... he must have escaped abroad. Master Brandon, if you give me time, I will definitely help you find that heartless guy." Foster’s eyes were filled with resentment as he mentioned Jeffrey Foster.

Brandon Piers heard this and said, "Oh, so you don’t know?"

"I..."

"Do you know why the Foster family was cleared out so quickly?" Brandon interrupted Foster.

"Why?" Foster looked into Brandon’s amber eyes and asked subconsciously, as if hypnotized.

"Because I was behind it, helping you," Brandon said, smiling slightly at Foster.

Foster was instantly petrified. "You... you... the one who took your fiancée was that heartless guy. It has nothing to do with the Foster family..."

"Your people tampered with Dr. Smith’s glucose bags, didn’t they?" During this time, Pullan had not been idle. He specifically re-investigated Abigail’s cause of death. With Foster as the main culprit, the investigation became much easier. Who would have thought Abigail, who was in surgery for a long time and didn’t have time to eat, would use glucose bags to curb her hunger and unknowingly be poisoned to death?

"I... you... it was your third uncle who asked me to help him do it..." It was actually to better control Jeffrey Foster, to make him accept the family’s arranged marriage.

"Don’t worry. None of you will escape. Enjoy your prison life. I have arranged a gift for you," Brandon said, smiling slightly at Foster and walking out of the courthouse.

Foster was gently trembling uncontrollably from Brandon’s last smile. A gift... what gift?

"Help! Someone wants to kill me. Your Honor, someone wants to kill me..." Foster suddenly turned pale and shouted out of control, but no one paid attention to him.

Brandon Piers exited the courthouse. The reporters had been cleared away somehow. Pullan stepped forward to drape a coat over him and opened the door.

Getting into the car, Brandon glanced at the still snowing sky. He lightly tapped his fingers on his thigh. After a while, the door opened again.

Kelvin Max got into the car and immediately reported, "The information of the three people has been sent to your phone. We have also assigned people to keep an eye on them. As soon as they make contact with our people, we will know immediately."

"Hmm." Brandon Piers put his hand away. "Is the plane arranged?"

"It can take off anytime tomorrow. Others have already left earlier today and are waiting for you in Y Nation," Kelvin Max respectfully replied.

"Good." Brandon nodded, leaned back, and closed his eyes, pressing his temples.

Kelvin Max looked a bit worried. "Master Brandon, since you have returned, why don’t you rest for a few more days? This journey has been too exhausting. Although your body has recovered, you just had surgery. Besides, young Master Piers has returned, and your third uncle has suffered consecutive blows, greatly weakened. They surely won’t let go of the Piers. I fear they might become desperate and do something bad to you."

On this return, Kelvin Max could clearly see that Master Brandon’s mental state was much worse than before.

Brandon closed his eyes and remained silent for a while. Instead of answering, he asked, "What do you think Abigail is doing now?"

Kelvin Max was taken aback. How would he know what the young mistress was doing?

However, Brandon didn’t need Kelvin’s answer. He murmured to himself, "When I was on the road, I didn’t feel it. Looking at the familiar environment without her, every place reminds me of what she did, what she said, and then I wonder where she is now, what she is doing. Every time I think of it, it’s like a hard punch to my heart. Then I remember standing at the place where she had her accident, telling her, ’Let’s break up...’"

Brandon’s words made everyone in the car hold their breath. They had never heard Master Brandon say so much, especially such words.

Kelvin Max didn’t expect that on the day the young mistress had her accident, Master Brandon would say they were breaking up...

No wonder Master Brandon had such a breakdown that day!

"Do you know why I didn’t think about her when I was in Australia? Because when I closed my eyes, she was all over my dreams. I dreamt she died in the explosion, bloodily grabbing my sleeve and saying, ’Brandon, don’t be angry. Let’s not break up...’ Otherwise, she would have a new look, thin and beautiful. I said, ’I’ll take you home. Let’s go home.’ She had the same innocent eyes as Teddy, asking me, ’Who are you?’"

Brandon suddenly laughed softly, "Who am I? So I didn’t dare think of her during the day. Do you think someone like me deserves to rest?"