Reborn as Mr.CEO s Fat Wife

Chapter 227: Chapter 227: Master Brandon’s Brother-in-law!
 

“Ruby, I know you’re heartbroken. But now the truth is revealed. George Piers is Abigail’s son, and you should learn to let go. Believe me, Clark is your true happiness,” Mr. Stone took the opportunity to interject.

Ruby Green held her phone, looking at her own naked photos on it. She wanted to rush over and scratch Clark Stone’s hypocritical face, but she couldn’t.

Now, she no longer had the identity of the future young mistress of the Piers to back her up. The Green family was a mess, and that little bitch Abigail even blocked her way to the hospital for treatment. If she angered the Stones now, the only one who would suffer was herself.

Not to mention anything else, the Stones demanding money from her and her mother was something they couldn’t afford either.

But to marry Clark Stone, how could that be possible?

She had always looked down on the Stone family. Although her engagement to Brandon Piers was canceled, it didn’t mean she had no hope. If only she had answered earlier today, maybe Master Brandon would have changed his mind.

What is that fat bitch Abigail?

Even if Master Brandon’s health was poor, he couldn’t possibly marry a pig. She just needed to be patient; Master Brandon would be hers sooner or later.

But if she got engaged to this scumbag Clark Stone, how could she still be with Master Brandon?

Until now, Ruby Green hadn’t woken up from her dream of marrying into a wealthy family. She still harbored the fantasy of marrying Brandon Piers.

But there were some realities she had to face.

She never expected that once, at school, she accidentally slept with Clark Stone. This scumbag actually kept photos of her in bed. If those got exposed, how could she still mingle in Gills City’s high society?

Gritting her teeth, Ruby Green forced a smile uglier than crying, “I understand Uncle and Auntie’s good intentions. I will seriously consider this matter and give you an answer in due time.”

Buying some time was the only plan Ruby Green could think of now.

The Stones glanced at their son. Clark Stone looked at Ruby with deep affection, “Ruby, now that we don’t have the constraints of an engagement, won’t you give me a chance?”

“I will give you a reply in three days,” Ruby Green bit her lip, knowing Clark wouldn’t let it go without a definite time today. She could only grudgingly say that.

Three days. She had to come up with a solution.

Clark Stone seemed very pleased, “Ruby, that’s great! As long as you’re willing to give me a chance, I don’t mind waiting three days or even three years. But your leg…”

Ruby Green’s expression was barely holding up, “My leg will be fine.”

Clark Stone looked at Ruby’s face, and his previously sour mood lightened a bit. Ever since the last engagement party, he had stayed home, resenting Brandon Piers’ arrogance and that fat bitch’s ruthlessness the most, but he resented the Taylor mother and daughter the most.

If he hadn’t been deceived and swayed by them, how could he have agreed to marry that fat Abigail? He lost a lot of money and face when he and his father knelt that day, mocking behind their backs from countless people.

Although Ruby Green and her mother were also humiliated, Brandon Piers and Abigail Green were engaged. As long as those people didn’t want to offend the Piers, they wouldn’t openly mock the Green family or Ruby.

At most, some ignorant netizens made fun of her online, which didn’t harm her much.

Unlike the Stone family. They not only lost their performance but even got previous contracts canceled recently.

Today, he suddenly heard that Ruby Green was kicked out of Sincere Hospital, suspecting she didn’t get along with Abigail. But these were not important. What was important was that small businesses didn’t know.

If he married Ruby Green, then he and Master Brandon were still brothers-in-law. He would remain the brother-in-law of the second young master of the Piers family!

And compared to marrying a fat girl, marrying Ruby Green was better—it wasn’t a loss.