Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 403 - Who Are You Really
Chapter 403: Chapter 403: Who Are You, Really?
Chapter 403: Chapter 403: Who Are You, Really?
Abigail Green crouched under the table, her body tense. Only she knew the password to her apartment. Even if she died, these properties would go to her grandfather. But knowing his personality, he wouldn’t even touch them, let alone sell them. Besides, the password hadn’t changed.
“A thief?” Abigail wondered silently, but she held her breath.
Then she felt the intruder enter the living room. But after waiting for a long time, Abigail didn’t hear any further movement. Just as she was wondering what the person outside was doing, they moved again.
This time, the intruder moved much more cautiously, slowing their footsteps as they headed toward the study.
Abigail’s heart tightened as she stared at the doorway.
She wanted to know if the intruder was indeed a thief. Just then, the person’s cell phone ringtone suddenly rang.
“Why wander along the snowy road, shed tears for good deeds, who can claim the heart to possess Mount Fuji…”
Abigail’s body tightened even more. This song was too familiar. Eason Chan’s rich, deep voice flowed naturally, catching Abigail off guard.
Abigail knew this song too well. There was a time when she listened to it on a loop every night because it was her senior’s ringtone.
During her days at Yale, she had tried to listen to the songs he liked to gauge his thoughts, so she played it over and over.
The most profound line was, “who can claim the heart to possess Mount Fuji.” It was because of this line that she abandoned her impulse to confess to him.
But she never expected to hear this familiar melody again outside her study after her supposed death.
Abigail struggled to calm herself, persuading herself it was just a coincidence. But then she heard the person outside answer the phone, “What’s the matter?”
The cold voice was a tone Abigail had never heard from him, shattering her last hope.
Although it sounded completely different from what she was used to, Abigail was sure the person was Jeffrey Foster.
“You don’t need to mention Doris Symons anymore. The evidence is conclusive. It’s a decision made by the board, and I have no right to intervene.” The man’s usually gentle voice carried a hint of coldness.
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Abigail paused for a moment. Was it a call from Irene Wallis?
But when she heard the words “evidence is conclusive,” Abigail wasn’t surprised. She admired Brandon Piers’ efficiency. She had thought he dealt with that person because of her words alone. It turned out he had conducted an investigation so quickly.
Abigail silently gave someone a thumbs-up in her mind.
But before she could relax, Jeffrey Foster had already hung up, and her heart tightened again. Various thoughts popped into her head, each one dismissed.
Getting caught now would be hard to explain.
Thinking of this, Abigail decided to take action first.
But then, Jeffrey didn’t push the door open. Instead, he suddenly spoke, “How much longer does Miss Green plan to stay inside?”
Abigail, who was contemplating how to respond, froze. She couldn’t believe he was speaking to her. How did he know she was inside?
Abigail furrowed her brow and heard Jeffrey Foster speak again from outside, “I’ll count to three. If Miss Green doesn’t come out or give me a reasonable explanation, don’t blame me for calling the police.”
Jeffrey Foster’s voice lost its usual gentleness, even colder than when he spoke to Irene Wallis.
Abigail didn’t know how she had been exposed. Her expression changed slightly. She quickly opened a cabinet, took out a document and a photo from a hidden compartment, and put them in her bag.
Jeffrey Foster’s face darkened when he received no response. He was about to push the door open when Abigail opened it first, stepping out smoothly and closing the study door behind her. She spoke calmly and fearlessly, “Dean Foster, how do you have Dr. Smith’s home password?”
“I was just about to ask Miss Green the same question.” Jeffrey Foster looked at the woman in front of him who seemed much thinner than when he first met her. His expression was somber, and questions filled his mind.
Abigail looked at the unfamiliar senior before her. “Oh, I am friends with Dr. Smith. She once helped me, and I stayed at her place for a few days. Knowing her password is normal, right? I’ll be returning to Swallow City soon, handling my own property. I came to see if there’s anything that needs taking care of in Dr. Smith’s house.”
“You’re lying!” Jeffrey Foster concluded without hesitation after hearing her explanation.
Abigail frowned, trying hard to appear calm and composed. “What do you mean by this, Dean Foster?”
Seeing the increasingly cold expression of the man in front of her made Abigail panic. She never imagined she would one day confront her senior in such a manner.
And it was because of herself!
“Literally, Abigail doesn’t have a friend like you, nor would she give the password to an unfamiliar person. Who are you really? What are you here for?” Jeffrey Foster stepped forward suddenly. Cold malice radiated from his body. It was as if the slightest deviation in Abigail’s words would cost her her life.
Abigail didn’t expect the same reason to have no use with Jeffrey. Nor did she expect her usually gentle senior to look at her with such fierceness, as if he would tear her apart.
After calming herself, Abigail looked at the approaching man. “Dean Foster, what are you joking about? How do you know if Dr. Smith has friends like me or not? Who says Abigail and I are unfamiliar? I consider myself her good friend, who knows her better than you do.”
Abigail’s gaze remained calm as she looked at Jeffrey Foster.
“Ha, you know her better than me? Then tell me her birthday, her likes, and her habits and traits. If you answer satisfactorily, I’ll believe you.” Jeffrey Foster paused, thinking back to that night at the charity gala when he looked at Abigail, and it seemed like he saw Abigail. But reason quickly returned, and he asked pressing questions.
“Her birthday is July 21st. She likes cool tones; her wardrobe is black, white, and gray all year round. She likes American coffee with half milk and two packets of sugar. There’s a mole half an inch below her left collarbone. Her favorite…” It used to be you.
Abigail paused, “Her favorite is work.”
Who knows Abigail better than herself?
Jeffrey Foster was stunned after hearing this. Liking cool tones could be inferred from looking at Abigail’s room. Her wardrobe’s clothing could be considered cheating. But liking American coffee with half milk and two packets of sugar was something even colleagues who worked with her for years might not know.
Everyone thought Abigail’s cold nature meant she drank pure, bitter American coffee every morning. But no one knew she had an extreme sweet tooth. And the mole below her collarbone was a secret even more hidden.
Abigail was rigorous and aloof, even more so after she started working. She wore monochromatic crewnecks, always striking a balance that was both comfortable and detached. Even he only discovered the mole an inch below her collarbone at a Stanford ball where she suddenly wore a V-neck gown.
But Abigail knew it all too well.
Could it be that during the time unknown to him, Abigail had made a new friend?
