Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 939: Ex-Husband and Current Partner

Snap.

Just as Mia Anderson pushed open the door, she heard Mary Scott’s panicked shout of "No," a tone of alarm she had never heard from her before. Stunned, she froze with one foot in the doorway, anxiously asking, "Mary, what’s wrong?"

After asking, Mia restrained her impulse to rush in and waited for Mary to speak.

Realizing she had overreacted, Mary was extremely embarrassed but had no choice but to face the situation. She nudged the man holding her, cleared her throat to recover from her shrill shout, and said, "Could you step out for a moment? I’ll be right out."

Mia was bewildered. Back when they were poor, they had shared a bed, so she had seen everything. Why was Mary so nervous today? It didn’t make sense.

Though Mia obediently backed out of Mary’s room, her mind raced with wild thoughts. The more she thought about it, the more something seemed off, and she muttered, "Something’s definitely wrong!"

Just then, the show’s staff came to hurry them. Mia quickly went over and whispered a few words to them.

Hearing this, the staff’s face turned pale. "I’ll go find someone to help right away," they said.

Then they hurried downstairs, while Mia anxiously paced the hallway. She was almost certain something had happened to Mary, or else why would she shout "No" just as Mia opened the door, and then tell her to wait outside with an unusual tone? A fan of suspense clips, Mia couldn’t help but imagine a possible scenario.

That someone was in Mary’s room.

And that person might have already taken Mary hostage.

The more she thought about it, the more frightened Mia became, convinced she was right about her suspicion, though she wasn’t sure whether the intruder was after money or something else.

But regardless of the reason, Mary was in danger.

Amid Mia’s anxious waiting, the show’s staff returned with Simon Baker and several burly male crew members.

Seeing Mia’s urgency, Simon asked, "What’s going on?"

Mia quickly summarized the situation for Simon.

Simon listened, his face clouding over. Mary was here for his variety show, and if anything happened in the hotel he had arranged, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Miss Anderson, in a moment, pretend to urge Miss Scott. You and the others go borrow a ladder from the boss to check the situation from the back window. Then, you and I will decide what to do. If things don’t look right, we’ll break down the door and catch the intruder off-guard. Make sure Miss Scott doesn’t get hurt," Simon quietly assigned the tasks and whispered to one person specifically, "You stay by the stairs and prevent others from entering."

Once the tasks were assigned, everyone set off to act, but just then, the elevator doors opened with a ’ding’, and they turned to see Lambert Norman stepping out with a stern expression, looking at Simon coolly.

Intimidated by Lambert’s presence, Simon nervously asked, "Mr. Norman, why are you...?"

"Cut the crap, what happened to her?" Lambert interrupted, demanding.

Simon knew from the previous night that Mary and Lambert were old acquaintances with a history, so he had no choice but to truthfully report the situation, given Lambert’s forcefulness.

Lambert’s face darkened as he listened. Last night, a part of Mary’s past had been dug up and spread online, and even after he’d arranged for it to be handled, it was resolved faster than expected. Now, another incident had arisen, and he had no idea what was happening inside. His heart tightened as he strode forward, his gaze finally landing on Mia.

Mia had heard rumors about the handsome investor, but the reality far exceeded her expectations. His features and aura nearly rivaled those of Brian Joule. However, he looked displeased as he eyed her with a cold glare, frightening the already flustered Mia. "Mr. Norman, do you have any instructions?"

"Call her," Lambert commanded tersely.

Mia quickly understood what he meant, took a deep breath, and tried to sound normal. "Mary, are you ready yet? We’re running out of time!"

Yet, inside, there was still no response.

Everyone’s heart sank, each person’s face turning worried.

Mia was even more anxious, her eyes welling with tears as she murmured, "Something’s definitely wrong. Mary would never normally ignore a situation like this."

Lambert’s gaze darkened. With no hesitation, he kicked at the hotel door.

Bang!

The loud noise shook the entire floor as if it were trembling. Mary, startled while brushing her teeth, ran out with toothpaste still in her mouth, mumbling, "Is there an earthquake?"

Then she saw the hotel door collapse with a loud crash, causing her to shrink back. Meanwhile, David Locke, who was also brushing his teeth in the bathroom, rinsed his mouth and came out.

Before either of them realized what was happening, a tall figure dashed in, followed by Mia and Simon.

Mia was most excited, "Mary, are you... are you okay...?"

Mid-sentence, she saw Mary holding a toothbrush, unharmed, along with David Locke behind her. Her voice faltered and trailed off to silence.

Simon involuntarily swallowed a gulp, glancing between the two inside and their grandiose entrance, finally looking at the speechless Mia.

Mia was flushed with embarrassment; she hadn’t expected this at all.

The two awkwardly wanted to act as if nothing had happened and leave the room, but Lambert remained, staring blankly toward Mary.

The startled Mary looked at them, bewildered, "What... what happened?"

Mia was at a loss for words to explain to Mary and wished she could find a hole to hide in.

Seeing no one answering her, Mary looked at Lambert in confusion, "Lambert... are you okay?"

Lambert snapped back to attention, withdrawing his gaze from Mary and looking toward David. At that moment, David stepped forward to block Mary, his brow furrowed. "Out."

Simon and Mia flinched, hurriedly retreating, but even as they left, Lambert stayed put, unwilling to move, adding to the awkward atmosphere.

Lambert seemed oblivious to the embarrassment, keeping his focus on David, his eyes full of disdain.

Seeing the two men in a standoff, Mary hurried to say, "Lambert, you should go out first."

"Okay." Lambert finally withdrew his gaze from David, nodded lightly, and left Mary’s room.

Watching their interaction, David’s eyes darkened. Mary turned, meeting David’s gaze, her heart skipping, "We..."

"Finish brushing," David interrupted.

Mary nodded, glanced at the wide-open door, knowing it wasn’t the time or place for a conversation.

And that door on the ground... Mary’s lips twitched, suspecting the cause, unable to resist facepalming as she turned to brush quickly.

Once they were done, Simon had already arranged a new room for them. Mia, repentant, helped move their belongings, apologizing to Mary along the way, "Mary, I really didn’t mean to. I thought... whatever punishment you have for me, go ahead!"

With that, Mia stretched her neck in front of Mary.

Mary eyed her with disdain, "We’ll discuss your punishment later. I’m going to record the show, so take care of Director Locke for me."

"Ah? No... there’s no need, right?" Mia shivered hearing Mary’s words.

It wasn’t that she wouldn’t, but ever since the room change, Director Locke’s face had been grim, foreboding, as if a storm were brewing.

Taking care of him? Mia felt it would be better to just drop dead.

She hadn’t forgotten that Director Locke’s leg and today’s blunder were all because of her.

Rejected by Mary, Mia glanced at her, "Redemption through acts, understand?"

"I understand, but..." it’s unnecessary, because she felt she wouldn’t survive.

However, Mary didn’t give her much chance to protest. Just then, the show’s staff came to fetch Mary, as it was already 8:30, and only Mary remained.

Mary looked at Mia, "Make sure my husband isn’t hungry."

"Uh..." Mia inhaled dramatically, just mustering a response when she saw David, sitting in his wheelchair, exit the room. Facing his cold demeanor, Mia quivered, her newfound courage quickly dissipating, asking tremulously, "Director Locke, how are you?"

"What do you find good about me?" David asked coolly, looking at Mia.

Mia shivered again, hiding behind Mary, "Mary..." Save me!

Mary glared at David, "Why are you scaring her?"

"How am I scaring her?" David looked up at Mary, clearly dissatisfied with her protective stance toward Mia.

Mary, "..."

"Cough, cough, I’ll head to the recording. I’ll have the hotel send breakfast to you shortly," Mary decided to give up on having Mia attend to David.

Yet the man merely gave her a chilly look, "I’ll come with you."

Mary looked at him in surprise, "The show has both live and recorded elements, so if you come, you’ll be on camera."

"Rest assured, Miss Scott. Director Baker has already informed everyone that Director Locke will not be appearing on screen," the staff beside Mary interjected before David could speak.

Only then did Mary realize that David had already coordinated with the show without her noticing.

Since this was the case, she did not protest further, heading to the first-floor restaurant with David.

Everyone had been waiting for her, and seeing her arrive later than usual, they had heard about the earlier misunderstanding, finding it amusing, though they tried not to laugh as their gazes fell on David behind Mary.

No one expected Director Locke to accompany Mary to the recording.

Even Mary didn’t expect it. She cast a sidelong glance at the man behind her and then instinctively looked at Lambert, who was sitting at the dining table, her brows knitted slightly.

She couldn’t understand how it had turned into such a bizarre situation.

Having David was one thing, but why was Lambert at the breakfast table, too?

Perceptive people sensed something off about Mary and looked from David to the investor quietly eating in the corner out of camera range, who was impossible to ignore. They were reminded of the gossip they’d seen last night that quickly vanished.

So Mary had been involved with both Director Locke in her youth and Mr. Norman?

The gossip-savvy couldn’t help glancing between the two, while the older James Jerome and Stella Murray, having gone to bed early, missed the brief gossip entirely and didn’t notice the odd atmosphere among the three, especially James, who gestured to them.

David had agreed not to be on camera but hadn’t requested that his presence be concealed, so greetings were perfectly normal, with only the photographers trying to keep him out of the frame.

But...

Was this some kind of showdown?

Because they were keeping both Lambert and David out of the frame, the show placed David opposite Lambert, with Mary next to David. Facing David side-on and looking up at Lambert.

Initially, the two men quietly ate without issues until David’s presence caused Lambert to lift his head. Though neither spoke, the air around them turned icy cold as if experts were exchanging blows, seemingly calm but hurting each other invisibly.

Even the oblivious felt the tension, instinctively glancing their way.

Closest to both, Mary was naturally the first to feel the pressure, awkwardly clearing her throat, "Ahem, so..."

"I’ll help you," David interrupted her as she began. "Yes, I’ll cut it for you."

David’s long fingers took the plate from a server, methodically cutting the sandwich into bite-sized pieces and placing them back before Mary, also checking the milk’s temperature with his hand, "It’s just right to drink."

Everyone: "..."

"Okay." Mary forced a smile at the plate, feeling a sudden chill down her back as Lambert’s cold gaze fell upon her. She hesitated to speak but was at a loss for words.

The man across from her didn’t make it difficult, but gestured to a waiter who quickly approached, "Is there anything you need, sir?"

"Add a serving of Eight Treasure Congee for her," Lambert ordered softly.

The waiter soon returned with the congee, placing it before Mary.

Lambert served it voluntarily in front of her, "You always wanted to try this in the M Kingdom. It’s quite good here."

Lambert thoughtfully handed her a spoon.

Feeling the odd atmosphere intensifying, Mary looked at Lambert, who seemed oblivious to the change, persistently offering the spoon.

Resigned, Mary took it, her lips dry as she thanked him, "Th-thank you."

"There’s no need for such formality between us," Lambert replied leisurely, even provocatively glancing at David.

David’s gaze fixed on the spoon in Mary’s hand suddenly reached out, taking a bite of the Eight Treasure Congee with her hand, complimenting it, "Indeed, not bad."

Mary held the spoon, feeling the warmth left by the man on her hand’s back, frozen in place, as various gazes bore into her, cursing internally. Were these two trying to kill her?

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