Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 798: This is Probably What Love is

Abigail looked at the tightly closed door with some helplessness and confusion. She couldn’t help but doubt her judgment and her purpose for coming here.

Knock, knock, knock.

Just as Abigail found herself sinking uncontrollably into her terrible mood, there was a knock on the door, and the interrogation room door was pushed open.

Abigail looked up, thinking it was Officer Ben returning. Instead, she was surprised to see the chiseled face of Luke Scout, raising her eyebrows slightly.

Luke hadn’t expected the person detained to be Abigail. Even he, who was usually calm, was taken aback. He turned to Lionel Woolley and asked, "What’s going on?"

Lionel was stunned. "..." Hadn’t he already explained everything clearly in the office just now?

But Luke obviously didn’t want to hear another explanation. Instead, he stared at Lionel’s pale face for a few seconds and then commanded, "Take a day off tomorrow and go to the hospital."

Lionel was stunned, a huge question mark appearing in his mind. What had his boss just said? It was like he couldn’t understand!

"Get out." Luke didn’t give Lionel a chance to react. After he finished speaking, he didn’t hesitate to send the man away, then looked at Abigail. "What’s going on?"

Abigail didn’t beat around the bush. "He’s in Gills City, right?"

Luke frowned. This woman could probably not only treat illnesses but also tell fortunes!

"Are you asking about Brandon Piers? He’s detained in a prison on the outskirts of Swallow City. If you want to see him, you can try going there." Luke seemed not to understand Abigail’s words, but explained in rare detail.

Abigail listened, staring into Luke’s eyes as if trying to capture any truth or falsehood. But those sharp eyes revealed nothing. After a while, Abigail sighed softly. "Is that so?"

Luke nodded faintly.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward. Luke glanced at the time and stood up. "I’ll have someone send you back to the hotel in a while."

"Is this in accordance with the rules, Captain Scout?" Abigail didn’t move, quietly staring at Luke. Although his expression was as usual, she felt something was off.

"I personally vouch for you. No problem."

Luke seemed not to notice Abigail’s probing. After finishing his sentence, he planned to call Lionel in, but the latter pushed open the interrogation room door first. "Captain Scout, Miss Green’s lawyer has arrived."

Lionel finished speaking and glanced at Abigail, unable to understand how this woman managed to call a lawyer right after being arrested.

"Show him in." Luke probably already guessed who it was.

But Lionel didn’t understand. This woman hadn’t left the interrogation room since being reported and arrested. How had she called a lawyer? And how did the lawyer get here so quickly!

Little Officer Ben, with his head full of questions, looked at his boss’s reaction. He couldn’t help but marvel at his boss’s composure. There wasn’t a trace of doubt or displeasure on his face, and he even seemed a bit relieved.

However, despite his confusion, Lionel still brought in Abigail’s lawyer.

Benjamin Jones entered, glanced at Abigail to confirm she was okay, then looked at Luke. "Captain Scout, today’s incident was just a misunderstanding. I believe you’ve already figured it out."

"Yes. Lionel, take Lawyer Jones to handle the paperwork for Miss Green." Luke looked at the impeccably dressed Benjamin at this late hour and then thought of the recently scruffy-looking Brandon. Suddenly, he felt worried about his older brother’s image.

Abigail had just been acting tough in front of Luke, trying to get some information out of him. But now, under Benjamin’s scrutinizing gaze in the dead of night, she felt a bit timid.

It was like getting caught by a parent while doing something bad.

On the way back, Abigail huddled in the car’s corner, trying to minimize her presence. Benjamin looked at her and couldn’t help but feel exasperated. "Now you know it’s embarrassing?"

Abigail chuckled, pretending to be clueless. But her heart was at ease because Benjamin’s scolding finally made him seem a bit like an elder brother.

Benjamin saw this and shook his head, both annoyed and helpless. "If you have any thoughts in the future, tell me. Running around blindly in the middle of the night, I can’t do anything to you, but it won’t stop me from asking Grandpa Smith to break your legs."

Abigail, "... That won’t be necessary."

"Hmph." Benjamin snorted coldly. Abigail felt a bit intimidated.

After this ordeal, by the time they returned to the hotel, the sky was already light. Abigail went to her room, took a shower, and expected to have trouble sleeping, but she was so exhausted that she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Her dreams were strange and bizarre.

When she woke up, it was already broad daylight. Abigail sat up, staring at the unfamiliar hotel room for a while before coming back to her senses.

After freshening up, Abigail changed into sportswear, put on a baseball cap and mask, and knocked on the neighboring door.

Benjamin had already finished his workout and breakfast. Seeing Abigail’s outfit, he raised his eyebrows. "Eat something before we leave."

Today, they decided to go to the black market in Gills City to gather information, not knowing that the moment they left the hotel, they were already being watched.

Luke sat in the criminal investigation team’s office, watching the two on the surveillance feed. He took a deep breath and turned to Brandon, who was in disguise. "How did she recognize you?"

Last night, Brandon had heard that Abigail went to the port looking for him and was so shocked he almost disregarded everything to find her. Luke’s cold persuasion stopped him, leaving him filled with doubt. Abigail wasn’t supposed to know his whereabouts.

But based on Abigail’s reactions last night and today, she seemed very certain and confident he was in Gills City.

Watching the two on the satellite feed, Brandon chose his words carefully. "I guess this is love."

Luke turned his head, feeling a bit nauseated.

"Alright, the bait has been cast. Now is the most crucial moment. You’d better find a way to deal with those two and avoid any trouble." Luke finished scoffing at Brandon, then spoke with a serious tone.

Brandon gazed greedily at the beautiful figure on the monitor. "I’ll have someone arrange it."

Luke nodded, and they began discussing their next steps.

At this moment, there was a knock on the control room door. Luke, annoyed, turned to see it was Lionel, whom he had ordered to go to the hospital in the morning.

"What’s the situation?" Luke saw his morose expression and had a bad feeling.

Lionel’s mouth opened slightly, eyes filled with disbelief. Unsure how to explain his shock, he handed his examination report to his captain.

Luke took it, quickly scanned through it, and his eyes grew serious. "What did the doctor say?"

"It was a close call. The doctor said if I had delayed seeing them any longer, it would have turned into cirrhosis." Lionel’s voice rose with excitement, and he couldn’t help but mutter, "Was that woman a fairy? How did she know?"

Brandon’s lips curled with a proud smile.

Luke caught sight of his expression. "Stop smiling, or your face will sag."

Brandon finally held back his smile.

Lionel glanced at the unimpressive-looking criminal investigator his boss had hired, feeling a bit embarrassed. He had indeed lost his composure earlier out of excitement, causing the big shots to witness his lapse.

"You need to be hospitalized. Why are you back? Go get admitted, let Leo take over your work, and return when you’re better." Luke tossed the report back to Lionel and ordered.

"No, Captain. I insist on participating in this mission. I’ll go to the hospital immediately after it’s over." Every team member had their own task, and suddenly leaving would cause significant trouble for the teammates. Especially since this operation was critical, Lionel adamantly refused to agree.

"You’ll be dead. How do you expect to operate then?" Luke scoffed at him.

Lionel quickly gave Luke a military salute. "Don’t worry, Captain. I guarantee the mission’s completion."

Luke shook his head helplessly. "Get out."

Lionel chuckled and turned to get busy.

As soon as Lionel left, the line on Brandon Piers’s side received news: Daniel Piers had made a move.

Yesterday’s arrest operation was actually just a ruse. The target wasn’t the Piers subsidiary, but a few local retail dealers in Gills City. The grandiosity was just for show.

Because Daniel had moved, the entire criminal investigation team was up to their ears with work.

And Abigail, who spent the whole day at the black market, had no results, but she refused to give up.

However, as the days passed by without any progress, by the third day, Abigail couldn’t help but start doubting herself. Could she have been wrong?

Benjamin Jones saw the light in Abigail’s eyes dimming bit by bit. He couldn’t help but worry. "Abby, why don’t we return to Swallow City first? I’ll ask someone to gather more intel from the prison."

Abigail knew that this was the simplest and most direct method. It was her overconfidence that had driven her blindly to Gills City, wasting so many days with no results.

Taking a deep breath, Abigail pressed down her baseball cap, nodded at Benjamin, and then walked out of the black market.

Until the two disappeared from the screen, a nondescript man wearing a baseball cap at a secret spot in the port swiftly tapped on his keyboard, changing the screen to a warehouse at the same port.

There was nothing particularly notable about that warehouse, except that it was the site where criminals had engaged in a shootout with the police last time.

Initially, the scene seemed still, but as time progressed, people gradually started appearing in the warehouse.

Brandon Piers stared at the masked man on the screen. Even though he was well-covered, Brandon could recognize him at a glance. It was the very man set to arrive from F Nation to Swallow City tomorrow—Daniel Piers.

"OK." As the deal commenced, Brandon smirked, making an OK sign to Luke Scout beside him.

Luke looked up. "Close in."

The next moment, the warehouse doors were kicked open. Luke led his men directly inside.

Upon hearing the noise, the two groups in the middle of their deal scattered in panic. Some even raised guns at the police, but it was too late.

Many were captured immediately. The tall man in the mask managed to slip out a side door with the help of his subordinates, but he hadn’t even made it outside before being tripped by a long leg. Looking up, he saw an unremarkable face and angrily ordered his men to advance.

The man, however, was prepared. He stepped aside, letting two officers handle the subordinates, then swiftly positioned his foot over the masked man’s chest, tearing off the mask before he could react.

The man fiercely resisted, but it was too late.

The mask came off, revealing features that resembled Brandon Piers. His eyes were filled with malice. Reaching for his gun, his mind was set on killing.

Unfortunately, Brandon had been prepared. He kicked the gun from his hand. Daniel, taking advantage of the moment, rolled on the ground, and the two clashed quickly.

"Freeze!" As the fight intensified, other officers, having subdued the others, arrived and aimed their guns at Daniel.

With the last chance of struggle gone, Daniel cast a venomous look at the one who restrained him. The next moment, he suddenly pulled out a controller from his pocket.

Brandon’s brows furrowed. He kicked at Daniel’s hand, shouting, "Evacuate!"

With a thud, the controller hit the ground.

Unmasked, Daniel lost his previous elegant and amiable demeanor. His handsome face twisted into a crazed smile.

Boom!

A massive explosion echoed, making everyone’s scalp tingle. Brandon, eyes wide with fury, kicked Daniel in the stomach, cuffed him, and cursed under his breath, "Lunatic." freёweɓnovel.com

To his surprise, Daniel suddenly locked eyes with him. "Brandon Piers? You’re Brandon Piers!"

Brandon remained silent, handing him over to the other officers before going to find Luke to check on the team.

Despite Luke’s earlier warning, allowing some to avoid the blast, Lionel Woolley, who had secured evidence and protected his teammates, lay on the ground with a badly injured arm, in pain.

Seeing this, Brandon’s face darkened. He cursed under his breath and called for medical assistance.

Luke, his eyes red, ordered the team to retreat.

Unlike the flashy reports from the last operation, this raid was conducted silently. Even when brought to trial, Daniel Piers couldn’t understand how the information had leaked.

ُ Luke looked at Daniel’s face. "Confess."

"Was that man Brandon Piers?" Daniel asked, his face serious.

Luke didn’t answer. Daniel, sitting there, began to laugh and spoke with certainty. "It must have been Brandon Piers. How could I mistake his voice and eyes? So, he pretended to go to jail to make everyone drop their guard, right?"

"Victory or defeat, Daniel. It’s because you strayed off the right path," Luke replied coldly, ignoring Daniel’s question.

"I want to see a lawyer," Daniel demanded, certain that man was Brandon Piers, feeling increasingly unwilling to accept his fate.

"With the evidence and witnesses in hand, do you think a lawyer can help?" Luke sneered.

Daniel fell silent.

Not wasting any more time, Luke handed Daniel over to the subordinates and exited, spotting Brandon Piers with an unfamiliar face. "Joshua didn’t show up."

"He used Daniel as a pawn," Brandon frowned deeply.

Luke’s expression wasn’t good either. "The person indeed arrived in Gills City, but not at the port. Instead, they went to West City Prison."

Hearing this, Brandon suddenly recalled that Samuel and his father were released today.

Luke seemed to guess something. "Your troubles might not be over."

Brandon knew this very well. The main branch Piers father and son harbored deep hatred toward him. Now out of prison, they wouldn’t let it go. Especially since Joshua slipped through their fingers—an added regret.

He’d gone to great lengths to trap them, putting himself in jail, not just to make Oliver and Samuel drop their guard, but to take them down in one swoop.

Unfortunately, he still fell short.

"Heading out now?" Brandon, feeling frustrated by Luke’s words, realized he hadn’t held Abigail in a long time. Wondering if this time would also be a failure, he watched as Luke grabbed a coat, getting ready to leave.

"Meeting an informant."

Not asking further, Brandon’s mind filled with thoughts of Abigail’s return to the capital today.