Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

Chapter 123: Chapter 123: Goodbye, Cousin!

The blaring siren shook the air.

It startled the two groups of people who were at each other’s throats.

The blond guy reacted first, “We’re done for, boss. The cops are here. Let’s run!”

The leader hesitated for a moment. After all, it was a hundred million, but the sound grew closer. He thought about it one last time and shouted to the others, “Retreat!”

With that, the big guy stopped tangling with Thompson Taylor and followed the other three as they retreated.

In no time, only Abigail, Pullan pushing the stretcher, and Thompson Taylor remained at the exit.

Unlike the four thugs after money, their mission was crucial to the future leadership of the Piers family, involving assets worth hundreds of billions. Failure was not an option.

Thompson Taylor snapped out of his earlier rage and glared at Abigail and Pullan with a venomous look, ready to strike. Unlike the four idiots just now, he knew very well that the sound outside was not police sirens but an ambulance.

This was Sincere Hospital. An ambulance showing up wasn’t surprising; it might leave soon.

Abigail read the meaning in his eyes, “That’s a surveillance camera over there. Your boss went through so much trouble to keep him at the research institute for three or four hours to fabricate a failed surgery and natural death, not murder. But if you act now, everything he did will be in vain.”

Thompson Taylor paused and glanced at the direction of the camera, then suddenly scoffed, “You think a mere surveillance camera is worth anything? Who knows if it will ever reach the police?”

“Really? You can alter or delete the footage, but what about the cause of death? He’s only had his chest closed after being opened up; the surgery wasn’t done. Death is a matter of time. Your boss will get what he wants if he waits, but if you need an immediate result, you’ll have to deal with three people. You think the police are fools?”

Abigail finished with a disdainful smile on her chubby face.

Brandon Piers could die accidentally, but if his bodyguard, nanny, and staff died with him, it wouldn’t be simple. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

For the first time, Thompson Taylor took the fat bitch seriously, seemingly considering her words.

Beep… boop… beep… boop…

“Mr. Thompson, this fat bitch is stalling.” Thompson Taylor’s subordinate suddenly noticed the ambulance noise getting closer and quickly reminded him.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the ambulance noise abruptly stopped, followed by hurried footsteps. “Quick, the family said it’s in there!”

“But this isn’t Sincere…”

“No time, hurry!” Someone was interrupted, and the footsteps approached.

Thompson Taylor realized it. He gritted his teeth, “Fat bitch, you tricked me!”

“Yes, but I wasn’t lying.” Abigail shrugged, her chubby face with mischievous peach blossom eyes, lying without a care.

“Quick, over there!” Before she finished, the paramedics rushed in.

Abigail waved at the two, “Goodbye, cousin!”

Thompson Taylor looked at the arriving paramedics, then back at Abigail, and harshly ordered, “Let’s go.”

That fat bitch was right. If Brandon Piers only had his chest closed, his death was inevitable, and they didn’t need to get their hands dirty.

So what if an ambulance came? Even Jeffrey Foster might not succeed in the surgery, and any other doctor would avoid the situation like the plague. Especially in these conditions.

Abigail watched Thompson Taylor lead his men away. She turned to see Pullan’s sorrowful eyes and couldn’t help but be puzzled. They had just escaped a perilous situation. What was wrong with him now?