Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 460 - Brother Youre Playing with Fire
Chapter 460: Chapter 460 Brother, You’re Playing with Fire!
Chapter 460: Chapter 460 Brother, You’re Playing with Fire!
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April Sky.
Brandon Piers reclined on the leather sofa, swirling a glass of red wine. The dark lighting in the private room made it appear as vivid as blood, yet it paled in comparison to him.
Noel Roberts, with a fresh-faced model in his arms, glanced at the man on the sofa. Feeling as though what he held was a mere imitation, he kicked at Brandon Piers. “Want one? You love them fresh and juicy, don’t you? Michael Piers just sent a few chicks over, let me break you in.”
“Weakling.” The man’s beautiful thin lips slowly spat out the words.
Everyone, “…” Noel Roberts shrugged. Seriously?
Michael Piers nudged Noel Roberts. “Is he serious?”
“Am I not serious?” Noel Roberts retorted, then looked at the model in his arms, blowing flirtatiously at her neck. “I’m serious about every pretty girl.”
The model coyly nestled closer into Noel Roberts’ embrace. “Oh, Young Master Roberts, you’re bad.”
“And you’re badder, little beauty.” Noel Roberts teased, lifting her chin.
“Hypocritical bastard,” Michael shook his head. “Be careful you don’t slip one day.”
“Relax, I’m a butterfly that will never be bound by a flower.” Noel Roberts finished and looked at the beauties beside him, his face full of wicked charm.
“Tsk tsk, I’m talking about your next campaign. Be careful or you’ll be accused of improper conduct.” Michael Piers sneered.
“You, a nightclub owner, can dare to play a utility man in a film. Why is it improper conduct for me to date a girlfriend?” Noel Roberts protested.
David Locke, who was dragged here while reviewing a script, sipped his wine and opened his script on his lap. He had two princesses from April Sky helping him rehearse a scene that felt off. Hearing Noel Roberts, he looked up. “You call that dating a girlfriend? A new one every day, 365 days a year?”
Noel Roberts, embarrassed, said, “Oh, you overrate me!”
“Damn, I can’t stand this. I’m going to puke!” David Locke exclaimed, nauseated. Michael wasn’t faring much better.
“You, with two princesses rehearsing a script, dare to judge me?” Noel Roberts, back to normal, shot a disdainful look at the two voluptuous women beside David Locke.
“I’m genuinely rehearsing a script.” David Locke argued, then looked at the pretty girls. “Am I right, ladies?”
“Director Locke isn’t that kind of person.” The princesses of April Sky agreed quickly.
“See?” David Locke raised an eyebrow at Noel Roberts.
Noel Roberts shook his head, “Hypocrite.”
“Damn!” David Locke threw a grape at him.
Noel Roberts dodged, then poked Brandon Piers, who lay prettily on the sofa. “Brandon, they’re bullying me.”
“Don’t touch me.” Brandon Piers avoided Noel Roberts’ woman-scented hand in disgust.
Noel Roberts, puzzled, “Why?”
Michael Piers chuckled, “Why else? He thinks you’re filthy.”
“Heh.” Noel Roberts fumed, “What’s wrong with dating several girlfriends? It’s better than having a bunch of rookies. Not that you guys are clean either, so why criticize me!”
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But no one responded.
Noel Roberts, devious, pointed at the model beside him and told her, “Go, if you can get Master Brandon tonight, this card is yours.”
“You’re playing with fire, bro!” David Locke was shocked.
Michael Piers seemed to enjoy the spectacle.
However, the model looked at the exquisite man lounging on the sofa, timid. “Young Master Roberts, I…”
“Scared?” Noel Roberts raised an eyebrow.
“I…”
“Didn’t you want to become an actress? If you succeed with Master Brandon today, I’ll have Director Locke save a role for you.” Noel Roberts tempted.
David Locke, though cautioning Noel against playing with fire, didn’t dismiss the deal, watching with interest.
The model considered the opportunity. She had struggled in the industry, never modeling on a big show, and just took photos for online shops. If she tried now, she might get a part in Director Locke’s film.
Director Locke! Even a minor role could boost her career, rather than being an unknown model everywhere she went.
Noticing the girl’s determined look, Noel Roberts smirked and provocatively eyed Brandon Piers on the sofa.
Hearing their conversation, Brandon Piers shot a cold glance at Noel Roberts, indifferent.
The model assumed, since Master Brandon didn’t object, that he didn’t mind her. Plus, rumors said his fiancée was a 440-pound nightmare, forced on him by his uncles. Though she hadn’t seen the fiancée’s photo, Noel mentioned she was indeed obese.
She reasoned that a brilliant man like Master Brandon wouldn’t want a fat bride. She was certainly better than an overweight woman.
Thinking this, she felt confident. She stood from Noel Roberts’ embrace and approached Brandon Piers.
Everyone in the private room watched with interest.
Brandon Piers frowned.
Pullan, at the door, peeked inside, never imagining things would go this way. His face changed. Master Brandon must not make the mistake common to all men!
Especially since the lady boss just sent a message announcing her arrival.
What now?
Young Master Roberts was out of line, dragging Master Brandon into his mess!
Pullan was anxious, wanting to intervene, but every person inside was a big shot. If he walked in and revealed the lady boss coming, telling Master Brandon to avoid contact with other women, it would ruin Master Brandon’s dignity.
But if he didn’t intervene and the lady boss saw Master Brandon entangled with another woman, Master Brandon would be utterly ruined.
How to resolve this?
Remembering the lady boss’s silver needles, Pullan shivered, took out his phone, and messaged Noel, “Young Master Roberts, our lady boss is arriving soon.”
Implied: Stop messing around!
Noel Roberts, engrossed in the spectacle, ignored his phone until he saw Pullan at the door signaling frantically.
Though puzzled, Noel checked his phone, seeing Pullan’s message. He chuckled, looking at Brandon Piers. “Imagine if you were cuddling my little sweetheart when your spoiled concubine entered. What then?”
Brandon Piers glared coldly at Noel Roberts, then at the model who, though brave, dared not touch him. His thin lips parted, “Get out.”
“Haha, Master Brandon really doesn’t pity beauty. Alright, little sweetheart, come here, let’s not provoke him. We can’t handle it.” Noel Roberts chuckled.
The girl sighed in relief, turning back to Noel Roberts. But she tripped over something, tumbling towards Brandon Piers. “Ah…”
Just then, the private room door burst open.
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