Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife Chapter 325: The fat man who can't dance?

Chapter 325: Chapter 325: The fat man who can’t dance?

These years, Abigail Green’s situation was not clearer to anyone than to Ruby Green. Not to ntion the opening music today was tango; even if it were a regular waltz, that fat bitch wouldn’t be able to dance it.

She still clearly rembered when they first started learning dance together. They had hired a dance teacher, but unfortunately, while she was dancing in the classroom, Abigail was downstairs mopping floors and cleaning toilets. Even the soup Lincoln Green thought she made was actually made by that fat bitch.

So, every ti there was a dance exam, she always got an A , while Abigail couldn’t even pass. But she always had her mother make sure that fat bitch would pass.

Until the last professional selection.

She still rembered the scene back then.

All the professional teachers in Gills City were at the Youth Palace, with all the well-known young masters and ladies present. Many were even business partners of Lincoln Green, hoping to showcase their children’s best traits. But Abigail stood on the stage and couldn’t even perform the basic movents, becoming the joke of the whole audience.

...

Lincoln Green’s expression was as ugly as it could get.

Afterward, back at ho, he unleashed his fury at Abigail, condemning the fat bitch for not working hard and calling her stupid for embarrassing him in public.

From that ti on, Lincoln Green began to ignore Abigail even more. In stark contrast, she shone brightly in the dance exams, gaining Lincoln Green’s genuine attention and nurturing.

As for the fat bitch, due to being too dumb, she was directly cut from dance classes. Forget about exams, she wasn’t even given a chance to learn anymore.

And today, the fat bitch wanted to dance again? Ha, let her make a fool of herself!

Ruby Green watched as Brandon Piers held Abigail’s hand and led her into the dance floor, her heart filled with both jealousy and schadenfreude.

Source: , updated on ƝοѵǤο.ᴄο

She was jealous that the opportunity rightfully hers was taken by that fat bitch, causing her to lose the chance to shine tonight in front of everyone. But she was gleeful at the thought of witnessing this bitch’s embarrassnt once again after ten years.

She really wanted to see Brandon Piers’s expression at that mont.

Would he still be as noble and elegant as he was now, or would he be enraged at the fat bitch?

Many other noble ladies at the scene had the sa mindset, watching eagerly. Lucy Graham, standing on one side, was nervously sweating for Abigail, while Noel Roberts, on the other side, remained exceptionally calm. He thought the second young master’s little fat kid would always have surprising performances. Moreover, if she really couldn’t dance, there was still that monster.

At this mont, Brandon Piers had already led Abigail to the center of the stage.

The music started!

“Nervous?” Brandon Piers looked at the fat girl in front of him, thinking of the murmurs around, and couldn’t help but feel a bit worried.

Abigail shook her head and gave Brandon a sly smile. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll embarrass you?”

“Yes.”

“Huh?”

“But it doesn’t matter. My wife is my choice. I’ll bear it, even if she’s embarrassing.” Brandon deliberately misinterpreted Abigail’s words.

Abigail, “… I’m actually more afraid that you won’t be able to hold up later. After all, the second young master is weak.”

“Should we try?” Brandon felt challenged.

“Let’s try.” Abigail raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, she moved her feet, lifting her head abruptly, and her entire deanor changed.

Brandon was taken aback, hooked his lips playfully, and suddenly looked forward to dancing with his little fat girl.

The music had started, but the two in the center hadn’t moved yet. Laughter around them began to grow louder, and Ruby Green’s eyes grew more certain. She just knew this fat bitch would make a fool of herself.

But at that mont, the two on the floor moved.

They moved to the beat of the music.

Then, everyone noticed that Abigail Green’s aura suddenly changed; she let go of Brandon Piers, lifted her heels, bent her knees slightly, and turned her head suddenly, giving a bright smile to the crowd outside the dance floor.

The crowd was stunned, curious about what the fat bitch was going to do. She had already started dancing.

The soothing accordion sounds filled the entire hall, and the fat girl they mocked for being unable to dance executed every movent fluidly and flawlessly. Her moves were so seamless that they were barely noticeable, only seeing her at the end of each movent.

Everyone, including Brandon Piers, was stunned for a mont, then he smiled, catching the rhythm, and stepped forward. Abigail naturally placed her hand in his palm, and the two started dancing together.

Brandon Piers was surprised. Abigail was also surprised. She didn’t expect this sickly young master to dance so well. The two seed to match each other’s rhythm instantaneously.

Tango was different from other dances. The force of every movent extended downward, taking the delicate ‘crab walk’ steps. When the step required moving forward, the dancer moved sideways; when the step required moving backward, the dancer moved diagonally forward, making the dance highly watchable.

Abigail and Brandon cooperated exceptionally well, speeding up continuously. Each movent highlighted their body’s lines to the extre, their center of gravity shifting nonstop. As they danced more harmoniously, just a look could reveal what the other intended to do. Their refined cooperation perford a dizzying array of dance steps. Their bodies intertwined, yet their faces remained serious, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes.

Slow, slow. Quick, quick, left turn…

Slow, slow. Quick, quick, right turn…

Ruby Green’s jaw dropped. She thought she was seeing things. Her head shook slightly, filled with disbelief, muttering, “How is this possible? How can this be…”

How could this fat bitch dance? When did she learn? And dance so well!

Impossible!

But no matter how much Ruby felt it was impossible, the two in the center of the dance floor continued dancing, each movent impeccable.

Ruby’s eyes were wide open, her face, carefully made-up, couldn’t hide the ferocity in her expression.

Adam Piers glanced at her sideways, suddenly feeling like he had picked the wrong battle ally, disdainfully keeping his distance.

Other noble ladies also looked on in astonishnt. They thought she was a fat girl who couldn’t dance, watching with a mindset to laugh at her. Instead, they found this fat girl’s dance beautifully captivating.

It was like playing a ga, thinking the opponent was a noob of bronze rank, yet discovering they were actually a Challenger.

Her physique might not be that good, but every dance move was fluid and graceful, drawing people in without them realizing it.

Was this soone who couldn’t dance?

This was too damn good at dancing!

Among the crowd, Jeffrey Foster couldn’t help but be drawn in from the mont Abigail started dancing. Before this, he always felt this fat girl looked familiar. But thinking about where he had seen her, he couldn’t figure it out. But at that mont, he suddenly knew why she looked familiar.

Too similar!

This fat girl’s every move and expression were so much like his junior sister.

Clearly, they were two unrelated people. Abigail Green’s figure was twice the size of his junior sister’s. But the feeling they gave off was strikingly similar.

It wasn’t an outer resemblance, but an inner quality, a feeling that ca from within the bones.

He had seen his junior sister dance at Yale. Though it wasn’t tango, different dances carried the sa spirit.

It seed she was born to stand at the peak of the crowd, to be worshiped and revered.

And at this mont, Abigail Green gave him the sa feeling.

Jeffrey Foster felt his heart tighten gradually, staring at Abigail Green, as if wanting to see her clearly and thoroughly.