Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: You’re also looking for George Piers, aren’t you?

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When his name was called, Noel Roberts walked out slowly. “Hey, who gave you permission to cause trouble at the Piers’ Mansion?”

Thompson Taylor abruptly stopped, his eyes red with anger from Abigail, and saw Noel Roberts suddenly. Without thinking, he was about to make a move, but was quickly held back by his tech guy coming from behind.

“Let go of me. Do you also believe that fat guy?” Thompson cursed, trying to shake off the other person.

The tech guy whispered, “That’s Secretary-General Roberts.”

Thompson froze instinctively, his eyes meeting Noel’s mischievous smile. His body stiffened. “Sec… Secretary-General Roberts?”

He knew Secretary-General Roberts. In Gills City, you could provoke the mayor, but not Secretary-General Roberts. The young master of the Roberts family, known for his urbane and abstinent demeanor on TV, but ruthless behind the scenes. Crossing him meant total annihilation.

But this dandy was Noel Roberts?

Noel stood ahead in a pair of beach shorts and a floral shirt. Unlike Brandon Piers, who looked devilishly handsome in such attire, Noel exuded a rogueish charm laced with an innate air of dominance. He seemed like he was on a vacation rather than helping out at the Piers’ Mansion.

Word was Noel clashed with Brandon Piers recently over medical equipment investments in Gills City, their fights intense. But now… it didn’t seem like that at all.

“That’s right, it’s me. Is your boss planning to rob openly? Without even asking if the host agrees?” Noel asked lazily, his gaze falling on Abigail’s face. Suddenly, he took a dramatic breath. “Oh my, the spoiled concubine. Who hit your face? If the Emperor knew, he’d be heartbroken. Want me to blow on it for you?”

Abigail: “…” Fuck, the Noel Roberts she met when she won the award in Gills City must have been fake. She touched the goosebumps that had suddenly appeared and felt like puking.

Who the hell was the spoiled concubine? And the Emperor? Why didn’t he just call himself Qing Ximen?

Thompson also froze, startled by Noel’s tone. Was this a fake Secretary-General?

“Mr. Thompson, let’s go,” the tech guy whispered, glancing at the people Noel brought.

Noel turned around. “Leave? Do you think this place is somewhere you can come and go as you please?”

With that, he gestured behind him. In an instant, a dozen people surrounded the five of them. Unlike Noel’s dandyish nature, these men walked with steadiness and an iron-blooded aura, clearly former soldiers. Their combat skill was impressive. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Looking back at the other five, aside from Thompson having some combat ability, the pale man was just a skilled tech guy with no aggressiveness. The remaining four had their acupoints sealed, believing themselves poisoned and possibly dying, doubting life, and were captured effortlessly.

But Noel couldn’t help himself. “I heard you’re a three-time boxing champion, undefeated in the world, and your men are all top-notch. Seems the rumors were exaggerated, making me bring so many guys unnecessarily.”

“You…” Thompson was so angry, veins bulged on his forehead.

“What about their poison? Poisoning is a capital crime!” Before Thompson could curse, the tech guy interrupted.

Instantly dejected, the four who had surrendered with despair raised their heads to look at Abigail, as if seeing a glimmer of hope.

Abigail scratched her head awkwardly. “It’s not poison. But… if it really were poison, with Mr. Thompson’s methods, you’d all be dead by now.”

The four of them looked at Thompson silently after hearing this.

Seeing this, Thompson trembled with rage. “Bitch, you did it on purpose!”

“Yep!” Abigail blinked her big eyes sincerely.

Thompson gritted his teeth and suddenly turned to Abigail. “Actually, you’re looking for George Piers too, aren’t you?”

Abigail’s face went pale. “What do you mean?”

“You’ll never find him in your lifetime.”