Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 982: What Kind of Heartless Jerk is This

Chapter 982: Chapter 982: What Kind of Heartless Jerk is This

Mary Scott put down the dish just in time to see David Locke holding his phone with a bad expression on his face. She approached with some concern, "Did something happen?"

"It’s nothing, let’s eat." After saying this, David Locke took Mary Scott’s hand and sat down at the dining table.

Mrs. Twain glanced at her son and invited her husband, who had worked hard all morning, to sit down.

Due to last night’s incident where the Lockes caught her kissing, Mary Scott felt very restrained and awkward in their presence, even her eating movements were somewhat stiff.

David Locke had come back to his senses from the earlier incident. Seeing that Mary Scott only focused on the dish in front of her and kept picking it up, he teased her humorously, "Do you have something against my dad’s other dishes?"

"Ah? No... not at all." Mary Scott, puzzled by David Locke’s question, lowered her head and saw that she had nearly finished the dish in front of her, while the others hadn’t been touched. Her denial sounded especially guilty, so she quickly extended her chopsticks elsewhere and awkwardly praised, "Uncle, your cooking is wonderful!"

David Locke took the opportunity to signal his parents with his eyes.

Seeing this, Mrs. Twain pretended not to notice, so David could only look to his dad for help.

From the way his son treated Mary Scott last night, Edward Locke had realized that his son was truly smitten. He thought of how hard it was for his son to court her and how he was willing to risk his future and legs for this girl. If they really scared her away, the one who would suffer the most would be their son, and in turn, themselves. So, he started speaking, "Mary, um, Dad..."

Just as the word "Dad" escaped Edward Locke’s mouth, he received disapproving looks from his wife and a provocative glance from his son, so he quickly changed his approach, "Uncle and Aunt came in a hurry this time, we didn’t prepare a gift for you. After breakfast, why don’t you let your aunt take you shopping, and you can pick out something you like for her to buy for you."

"Hmph." Mrs. Twain snorted softly. Edward Locke turned his head to glance at his wife, held Sidney Twain’s hand under the table to comfort her, and continued, "As for calling us Mom and Dad, Uncle and Aunt will send you a red envelope. From now on, you and Dobbin can call us Mom and Dad together. Since you plan to have kids, the wedding must be held. If you don’t have time, you can leave it to your aunt and me."

Mary Scott was sitting next to David Locke and witnessed the man’s small gestures but never expected that the Lockes were planning to truly accept her. For a moment, she was taken aback and instinctively looked at Sidney Twain’s expression.

She thought Mrs. Locke would be very resistant, even directly refute Mr. Locke’s words, but she didn’t. Although Mrs. Twain didn’t seem particularly happy, she didn’t have any special expression either, as if Mr. Locke was just discussing the quality of the dishes.

This left her somewhat bewildered, and right at that moment, Mr. Locke picked up his phone, followed by a beep from hers, indicating a received amount of 99,999.

Seeing this number, Mary Scott was a bit stunned, followed by another beep from her phone, showing an amount of 88,888.

Mary Scott, "..."

Looking at these two numbers, Mary Scott stared blankly at the Lockes, who had almost simultaneously put down their phones.

Mary Scott opened her mouth to say something but didn’t know what to say, while Mrs. Twain awkwardly glanced at her, "I’m not doing this to make you call me Mom, I’m just doing it for my husband’s face."

"Thank you, dear." Edward Locke smoothly followed up.

Mary Scott, "..." Unintentionally being shown affection, yet she was in a good mood, and she secretly glanced at David Locke.

Seeing Mary Scott’s expression, barely containing her joy, David Locke teasingly reminded, "Why haven’t you called us Mom and Dad yet after receiving the money?"

"I..." Mary Scott instinctively started to speak but looked up to find Mrs. Twain, who had just seemed indifferent to her, now looking at her expectantly after hearing David Locke’s words. The words she was about to utter got swallowed down, and after a long moment, she still couldn’t call them Mom and Dad.

Clearly saying she was indifferent, Mrs. Twain was anxious, "What, is the money not enough?"

"No, it’s not that, Mom." Mary’s Scott hasty denial came when Mrs. Twain questioned, and in her flustered state, she sincerely called her Mom.

Mrs. Twain was momentarily stunned, then rubbed her temples, "Just because you call me Mom doesn’t mean I’ll like you any more, alright?"

Mary Scott, "..." Now she understood whom David Locke inherited his personality from. Truly a bit of a tsundere.

Edward Locke hurried to cover for his wife, "Since you’ve called her Mom, isn’t it time to call me Dad?"

Mary Scott awkwardly called him Dad.

Mr. Locke was satisfied and glanced at his wife, "You’ve always wanted a daughter, right? Now with Mary, it’s like having a daughter."

"Is that so? Well, we’ll have to see if she turns out to be a caring daughter or a problematic one." Mrs. Twain responded haughtily, but the sharpness from last night was gone from her gaze. Instead, she found the nervous girl sitting there quietly quite endearing. Realizing her thoughts, Sidney Twain quickly stopped herself.

"You think you can win a sweet daughter with just 88,888? Mrs. Twain, isn’t that a bit too fanciful?" David Locke retorted impolitely at his mother.

Mrs. Twain glanced at her son and suddenly felt that even if Mary Scott turned out to be problematic, she would still be cuter than her argumentative son.

Perhaps sensing that although Mrs. Locke’s words weren’t always pleasant, her attitude towards her had softened significantly, Mary Scott quietly sighed in relief. She originally thought after last night, the Lockes would dislike her even more.

After breakfast, Mrs. Twain really acted like she was taking Mary Scott shopping. This put Mary Scott in a difficult position, looking to David Locke for help. David Locke waved his hand, "Go ahead, Mrs. Twain doesn’t bite."

Mary Scott felt a bit dizzy, "Is biting the issue here?" But before she could protest, David suddenly leaned close to Mary Scott’s ear, "But I do bite."

The already perplexed Mary Scott, "..." She had no idea how to respond to his sudden flirty remark.

Luckily, at that moment, Mrs. Locke had already prepared and was looking over at her, so Mary Scott had no choice but to brace herself and follow. Just then, David finally said something sensible, "Relax, my mom only looks fierce. Just be yourself around her, she dislikes pretense in girls."

He finished by giving Mary Scott a gentle push, nudging her towards Sidney Twain.

With no escape, Mary Scott had to go along.

Once the two women had left the house, David’s expression turned serious as he headed towards the study.

Edward Locke noticed the change in his son’s demeanor and, recalling the phone call David received before breakfast, followed him with a frown.

As soon as David Locke opened the door to the study, he saw his father following him. Without any expression, he sat in front of the computer desk and dialed Martin’s number.

Martin explained the situation to David Locke, "Director Locke’s ’The Geisha’ distribution had been going smoothly. The premiere was set for the May 1st Slot. Now that it’s being blocked, someone must be working in the background. Regarding ’The Doctors’ investment, I secretly found out that they aren’t optimistic about our project, but someone must have influenced this from behind the scenes. Considering Mr. Martin and the annual cooperation, for him to withdraw his investment, it implies a significant power is at play. We need to be cautious."

"Being able to block my film and cause my investors to withdraw means they’re no small player. Focus on which background is strongest among the scandals we’ve recently exposed and investigate them thoroughly," David Locke said with displeasure. Although he had anticipated these issues, he didn’t expect the opponent to act so quickly and decisively.

He originally thought that after resolving matters with Mary, he would have plenty of time to handle this. Now it seems he had overestimated himself and underestimated his opponent.

David Locke didn’t deliberately hide from his father, so after he finished speaking, Edward Locke already understood what had happened to his son.

"If your two films, one can’t be released smoothly and one can’t start filming smoothly, then the contacts you’ve accumulated in the industry will be exhausted. If the other side is ruthless enough, they won’t even give you a chance to prepare for the third film. Whether you can continue in this circle will be a problem." Before retiring, Edward Locke was a university history professor, and although he didn’t understand the entertainment industry, he was very clear about human nature.

"Dad, don’t worry, I’ll take care of it." David Locke understood that his father was reminding him and answered seriously, his expression serious.

He understood better than anyone how realistic this industry was. If he were forced to not have a work for several years, it’s just a matter of time before he falls out of favor. At that point, let alone protecting Mary Scott, he could very well become a burden to Mary Scott.

This was something David Locke would never allow to happen.

"As long as you understand. But if you really can’t solve it, you can also talk to your mom. Don’t forget, although she retired from the industry, her status is still there." Mr. Locke mentioned his wife with a tone quite proud.

Looking at his old father’s expression, David Locke rubbed his temples, "It’s not that serious."

Edward Locke shrugged noncommittally and turned to David Locke’s study.

Watching his father’s disappearing figure, David Locke thought of his mother. Everyone in the industry praised him as a genius director, but no one knew that his mother was a god-like figure in the industry, the writer Nighteve.

Among the ten works that are still remembered and regarded as divine dramas by the audience in the country, six are works of Nighteve. Although his mother’s temper wasn’t great, she was extremely low-key. To this day, no one in the industry knows if she is a man or a woman.

Five years ago, his mother put down the pen and disappeared from the industry. Countless people still regret it to this day, and those who imitate her are countless, but none can write scripts like hers.

The reason he finally entered this industry was also because of his mother.

But if he was to let his parents step in because of this matter now, what was he doing in this industry?

David Locke returned to the computer and opened the news. Indeed, news about his new film being stuck had started to come out one after another. It was even tied in with Mary Scott’s topic. Judging by the pace, it wouldn’t be long before a trending search about it came out independently.

Considering for a moment, David Locke called Adam Piers. "The Doctors" had Adam Piers’ investment, and with this situation, the other party had the right to know.

To his surprise, after the call and hearing the whole story, the other side said nonchalantly, "If it fails, it fails. It’ll save me some money."

David Locke had expected Adam Piers to express regret or even try to find a way, "..." What kind of heartless scoundrel is this? Has he given up on his wife?

Rubbing his temples, David Locke continued to make calls.

While Adam Piers, who had hung up the call, had one long leg propped on the aluminum bed rail, the striped hospital gown hanging loosely on him, showing off his dandy temperament to the fullest. He beckoned to the woman whose face had been red since she entered his hospital room, "What were you saying just now?"

"I... I was..." Zoe Thatcher, who had finally mustered up the courage to confess, became red-faced at David Locke’s question, and lost the courage she had just had. She said with difficulty, "Tomorrow we’re being discharged and going back to Swallow City. I wanted to thank you, invite you..."

"Haven’t you thanked me already? Women are so troublesome, I didn’t save you on purpose." Adam Piers seemingly didn’t notice the woman’s shy appearance, refusing impatiently, while playing with his phone. Just as he finished the sentence, a message notification popped up. He glanced at it casually, his face turned, and seeing Zoe Thatcher still there, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, "What were you inviting me to?"

Zoe Thatcher, who was about to give up, suddenly raised her head, "I wanted to invite you to dinner."

Her tone was very fast, afraid that Adam Piers wouldn’t give her a chance to finish speaking.

Adam Piers was not surprised at all, with a restlessness all around him, making him look even more like an unruly dandy gentleman.

Zoe Thatcher feared Adam Piers like this, yet also found herself most captivated by him.

She had seen many rich heirs in the industry, but none of them were like Adam Piers—handsome and dandy. That indolent face seemed to show hints of mischief everywhere, yet he did the most righteous things, making her heart race, wishing to bang against a wall for him, wanting to bear his children.

"Okay."

"What?" Zoe Thatcher was actually prepared to be rejected, not expecting Adam Piers to agree with her, suddenly exclaiming in surprise.

But the man on the bed’s expression became even fouler and unceremoniously reminded her, "Remember, after the meal, don’t bother me again."

"I... sure!" Zoe Thatcher originally wanted to fight for more for herself, but thinking about how Adam Piers finally agreed to have dinner with her, if she pushed her luck, he might get annoyed and not even have the meal, let alone in the future. Recognizing the situation, she agreed, but was already planning in her heart how to have deeper interactions with him after dinner, to make Adam Piers feel for her too.

Seeing Zoe Thatcher being sensible, Adam Piers’ expression finally softened somewhat. But thinking of the message he just received on his phone, his mood instantly sank again. After thinking, he dialed David Locke’s number back.

It wasn’t long before the line connected.

David Locke was surprised that this spoiled rich kid had mocked him, yet now called back. Could it be he regretted it? He asked teasingly, "Why, is Master Adam now interested in my movie? Alas, it can’t be helped, shooting’s off the table!"

"Less nonsense, how much is still needed?" Adam Piers’ voice was more impatient, and there was a hint of inexplicable irritation.

David Locke smirked, "You’re sure you want to know?"

"What, does Director Locke look down on me?" Adam Piers gritted out.

David Locke could sense the young master’s bad mood, "How would I dare? Five hundred million."

Adam Piers nearly choked grasping the phone, "You want over five hundred million for a broken romance movie, why don’t you just rob?"

"If you don’t have it, you don’t have to waste so much words." David Locke had some understanding of Piers’ situation. Adam Piers, though undoubtedly a well-off third generation, had a useless father over him, and he himself was a big spender dandy. Even with the Piers’ big treasure chest allowing for dividends behind him, pulling out over five hundred million at once wasn’t an easy task.

But surprisingly after he said those words, Adam Piers gritted his teeth, "I’ll find a way for you, but you have to promise me one thing."

David Locke raised an eyebrow, shamelessly, "As long as your money is in place, it’s not just one thing, even ten things are fine."

Adam Piers ferociously rubbed that message on his phone with his thumb, gritting out, "Just wait."

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Shuangxi: Catching a flight tomorrow, unsure if I can update on time, don’t wait.