Chapter 97: Chapter 97: One ter Two Wide at the Waist, Are You an Elephant?
Clark Stone tried hard to suppress his anger and showed Abigail Green a smile that looked worse than crying.
From the mont he entered Piers’ Mansion today, he discovered that Elder Piers really liked this fat bitch, even referring to himself as grandpa.
Now Brandon Piers inexplicably ca to see Abigail Green try on a wedding dress. No matter why, this fat bitch was evidently highly regarded by the Piers family, and it wasn’t wise to fall out at this mont.
With a plan in mind, Clark cald his anger, changed his expression, and looked at Abigail apologetically. “It’s all my fault. I’ll have soone go back and modify it.”
Abigail was facing Clark, witnessing his emotional changes firsthand, mocking him inwardly. “Sorry to trouble you, Master Stone.”
“No trouble,” Clark forced a smile, turned around, and respectfully bid farewell to Brandon Piers, then left with the stylists in a hurry.
Watching Clark’s embarrassed back, Abigail stood up in a good mood and turned to et a pair of deep, narrow eyes.
She froze slightly.
Abigail thought about when Brandon offered to help her resolve the engagent, but she refused. Today, she borrowed Brandon’s power, so her face was sowhat awkward. Then she heard a man dressed gaudily like a monster ask leisurely, “Three feet six is 1.2 ters. Are you an elephant?”
After speaking, Brandon proceeded upstairs gracefully, a step ahead of Abigail.
Abigail, “…” Fuck!
She hadn’t felt anything when she mocked herself, but now being openly ridiculed by Brandon suddenly made her cheeks flush, and she silently cursed.
Just then, Kelly’s shout ca from upstairs. Teddy had woken up.
Abigail suppressed her annoyance and hurried upstairs.
Since Mona Wilde had been kicked out of Piers’ Mansion, Brandon found another servant to help her and Kelly take care of Teddy.
But the little guy was very particular about people. Every ti Abigail left for too long, he beca uncontrollable.
When Abigail returned to the nursery, the mansion quieted down.
Brandon was lounging on the study sofa, casually scrolling through wedding dress designs on the iPad.
Pullan had been discussing wedding dresses with Ruby Green on Brandon’s behalf these past few days. Seeing this, he kindly reminded him, “Second Young Master, Miss Green prefers tight-fitting rmaid dresses. She said they can highlight her figure.”
“Oh,” Brandon replied indifferently, his gaze falling on a pure white, voluminous dress. The upper part was a V-neck, but not exaggerated. Below the chest was a huge, puffy skirt, just reaching the ankles, resembling a Disney princess dress, but more reserved, with simple patterns and exquisite design.
It added a touch of mature elegance to the sweetness of a girl. Very unique.
“This one,” Brandon handed the iPad to Pullan, adding, “Waist size is two feet eight, height is 1.68 ters. Have soone select it.”
Pullan looked at the girl-like wedding dress, wanting to emphasize once more that Miss Green preferred sexy rmaid dresses. But when he heard the waist size was two feet eight, he paused. Was Second Young Master picking for Miss Abigail?
“Any objections?” Brandon asked coldly, seeing Pullan not moving.
“No, I’ll arrange it right away.” Pullan quickly retracted his confused look and took the tablet.
Brandon nodded. He didn’t even know why he suddenly decided to choose a wedding dress for that little fat girl. Maybe he wanted to hear how she would mock herself when she saw the dress he chose?
Perhaps she would jest that she was the fattest Disney princess in history?
Thinking of this, Brandon’s lips involuntarily curled up slightly. Just then, Pullan, who had finished arranging the wedding dress, returned and saw Second Young Master with that bizarre smile, shivering involuntarily.
Second Young Master had been too terrifying lately!
But he still braced himself and stepped forward. “Young Master Roberts is here.”
“Mm.”
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