Reborn as Mr.CEO’s Fat Wife
Chapter 987: Master Adam, how would you like me to serve you?

Chapter 987: Chapter 987: Master Adam, how would you like me to serve you?

The smell of disinfectant grew stronger, heightening Bertha Swift’s resistance until she finally stopped at one place.

Bertha Swift thought quietly to herself, I’ve arrived.

Upon hearing the sound of knocking, Bertha Swift noticed the person behind her attempting to push her into a room. Taking a deep breath, she struggled fiercely and lunged towards a wall. But her opponent seemed prepared, grabbing her by the back of her collar and warning her in a low voice, "Behave properly when you get inside and serve him well. If you upset the gentleman inside, I’ll make you wish you were dead."

These words made Bertha Swift freeze. Although she hadn’t experienced such things, she had heard vicious rumors from the circle, combined with Oswald Lewis’s previous threats, her body shivered uncontrollably. Hearing the door to the ward open, she hadn’t recovered from the fear of the earlier threat before she was brought inside.

"Fuck, who..."

As Bertha Swift entered the room, a displeased curse echoed but she was too panic-stricken to catch it before it abruptly stopped.

The man who escorted her spoke with flattery and eagerness, "Master Adam, this is the gift from Oswald. He spent a lot of money to buy it for you, so feel free to enjoy it."

Bertha Swift clenched her fists tightly, but upon hearing the name Master Adam, her eyes widened suddenly. However, she was wearing a blindfold, and even when she opened her eyes fully, all she could see was darkness.

She considered a possibility and instinctively shook her head, yet soon recalled someone saying that the gentleman had been forced into the hospital by his father when she didn’t pay attention. Right now, she remembered Adam Piers returning to Swallow City and being hospitalized as well.

So, was she sent to Adam Piers?

If that’s the case, she should be relieved, but Bertha Swift only felt the rush of blood as the humiliation surged, causing her to tremble slightly.

Adam Piers wore loose hospital clothes, after initially muttering when the ward door opened and seeing the intruder, he remained silent until the person declared that this was the gift from Oswald and bought at a high price. His expression shifted from dazed to suddenly dark, questioning the bastard who brought Bertha Swift, "What did you say?"

The man responsible for bringing Bertha Swift was the scion of a third-rate family in Swallow City, originally trying to take the opportunity to connect with the Piers. He was surprised that, though Master Adam seemed initially interested in the girl, his expression suddenly changed. He hesitantly probed, "Master Adam doesn’t like her? If not, we can have Oswald find you someone prettier. I can take her away..."

"You spent a lot of money, how much?" Adam Piers interrupted, asking leisurely.

"Uh? Ten... ten thousand." The man didn’t expect David Locke to inquire like that, hesitated before answering, and then frantically added, "That’s the price for one night."

This way, it appeared that the woman they found was more high-end.

Adam Piers listened and his gaze fell on the blindfolded Bertha Swift, emotionless as he repeated, "Ten thousand for one night? That price matches up to a third-rate celebrity." As he said this, his gaze lingered on Bertha Swift again, "Just this, isn’t worth it."

If Bertha Swift was speculating before, hearing Adam Piers say these words left her no doubt about his identity.

She never expected to hear such words from him, tightening her already clenched fist. She knew that if it was Adam Piers, she would be humiliated even more severely.

"Well... hehe, whether it’s worth it depends on whether Master Adam likes it." The responsible man snickered, showing flattery and eagerness, completely abandoning the malice he showed outside the door threatening Bertha Swift.

"Oh, what if I don’t like it?" Adam Piers leaned lazily against the pillows, asking carelessly.

"Not like... then what kind does Master Adam prefer? I can find it for you right away." The affluent scion, who was friends with Oswald, personally witnessed Adam asking to delete a video but couldn’t understand why Adam had no interest in this woman. Did they get the wrong person, and Adam was actually interested in another dancer?

At this point, the wealthy young man planned to leave with Bertha Swift, thinking that as Master Adam wasn’t interested, they could have fun with her.

But as his hand was about to touch Bertha Swift, Adam Piers, who had stayed calm, suddenly spoke, "Although she’s not much, it’s still Oswald’s thoughtful gesture and a fair sum of money spent. How could I kill everyone’s fun? Let her stay for the night."

Adam Piers intentionally emphasized the word "fair sum," which made Bertha Swift’s body tremble even more violently. Compared to previous fear, she felt a powerful sense of humiliation.

No matter what, she never thought the confrontation with Adam Piers would be in such a disgraceful situation.

"Alright, alright, did you hear? Master Adam favored you; consider it your luck, now thank Master Adam and serve well tonight." The affluent scion didn’t expect a turn of events, and despite Adam not liking the woman, he inexplicably left her behind. He spoke in what he assumed was a low voice into Bertha Swift’s ear.

His words sounded like Bertha Swift thanking Adam, but in reality, they were a covert warning to her.

After speaking, he didn’t disturb Adam further. With a snicker of mingled laughter, he left the ward.

The door closed with a bang, causing Bertha Swift’s heart to jolt. She realized that only she and Adam Piers remained there.

The atmosphere was filled with a peculiar silence.

Although only a minute had passed, Bertha Swift felt as if she had endured an eternity, the blindfold still covering her eyes. She had no intention of taking it off, trying to masquerade a bit longer.

However, while she intended to pretend ignorance of who the man across was, Adam Piers wasn’t about to accommodate her. After an extended silence, he asked in a derisive and scornful tone, "Ten thousand for one night with such service? You’re making money a bit too easily, aren’t you?"

Bertha Swift realized she couldn’t keep up the facade any longer but didn’t want to show weakness to the person in front, nor did she want to explain anything to Adam Piers, so she feigned calmness, "What kind of service does Master Adam want? Yes, for ten thousand a night, I must serve the guests well."

Adam Piers’s casually resting hand tensed, then he let out a cold laugh, "I never thought someone as lofty as Miss Swift would actually have a day selling herself."

His words were particularly heavy.

Bertha Swift’s body trembled for a moment, struggling to stabilize herself, then smiled towards the unknown direction of the man, "I sell while you buy, isn’t that call girl and john, Master Adam doesn’t need to mock me."

"Even selling yourself, that sharp tongue remains relentless. Don’t want to sell to me?" Adam Piers sneered, remembering her alluring dance in the video and the screams and whistles from the audience below the stage, feeling a sudden irritability, so just how many times had she sold herself without his knowledge?

The mere thought enraged Adam Piers to the point of wanting to hit someone.

He knew that after she aborted his child, Mr. Swift had temporarily kicked her out of the house and frozen her bank cards, yet in such a short time, she had sunk so low?

Did she really manage to descend that quickly and genuinely do such things? Was she risking her life for money or inherently depraved, unable to be away from men!

As Adam Piers pondered, his handsome face became more shadowed.

He had seen women in the entertainment industry using unscrupulous means for fame and fortune, but he never expected Bertha Swift to be one of them.

Thinking about the foolish things he did to get her attention, it’s truly laughable.

"Yeah, if I say I don’t want to sell to you, would you let me go?" Bertha Swift felt a tightness in her chest after saying this, gambling on Adam Piers looking down on her so she could leave smoothly.

Unexpectedly, the man who clearly expressed disdain and even extreme disgust for her smirked after hearing this, "Let you go? Didn’t you hear what the people who brought you here just said? You were paid to amuse me. Not playing... is just a waste."

Adam Piers deliberately paused at the end, making the insult even more pronounced.

Bertha Swift’s head buzzed at that, not playing is just a waste?

So that’s how she was to Adam Piers.

Thinking about the time she heard he was in trouble, she foolishly spent all her remaining savings and dragged her worn-out body post-abortion across thousands of miles to see him, freezing all night in a rundown hospital on West Mountain, making her already weakened body worse, yet to him she was just a toy not playing with is just a waste.

Ha ha...

Bertha Swift mocked herself inwardly, somewhat grateful for wearing an eye mask at this moment, so he couldn’t see her eyes, nor could she see the sneer on his face.

"How does Master Adam want to play?" Since in Adam Piers’ heart she was such a woman, Bertha felt there was no need for explanation, cooperating coldly.

Since this was just an adult game, why should she take it seriously?

"Ha, you’re so eager, are you that hungry?" Adam Piers grew angrier at seeing Bertha Swift’s calm demeanor, making his words even harsher.

Bertha Swift pursed her lips without speaking.

Adam Piers gave a cold laugh and ordered, "Come here."

Bertha Swift’s feet stayed planted on the spot, unmoving.

Seeing this, Adam Piers sneered mockingly, "Why the coyness now? I clearly remember how you begged me to have you."

The calmer Bertha Swift appeared, the more Adam Piers wanted to provoke and enrage her.

Bringing up the most forbidden incident between them.

Bertha Swift’s tightly clenched fingers showed white knuckles, never expecting Adam Piers to mention that event, but with her eye mask and heavy makeup on, one couldn’t see her true expression.

Seeing that bringing up their most forbidden topic didn’t change Bertha Swift’s expression, a flicker of self-mockery flashed in Adam Piers’ eyes, "Does Miss Swift feel that serving me for ten grand wasn’t enough? How about another ten grand then?"

Bertha Swift momentarily wanted to angrily slap Adam Piers’ face and leave, but reason made her realize she couldn’t.

Since Oswald Lewis could threaten her, leaving tonight wouldn’t be overlooked by him either. Despite the intense heartache and humiliation, Bertha Swift had to admit that compared to suffering outside, she’d rather stay with Adam Piers.

Taking a deep breath, she stopped listening to and thinking about Adam Piers’ words, slowly feeling her way forward until reaching the hospital bed, holding onto the edge, then calmly asked, "How does Master Adam want me to serve you?"

Even though Adam Piers had mentally prepared himself, his heart still trembled uncontrollably at Bertha Swift’s question.

Thinking of how he previously chased after her fruitlessly, and now she looked downcast as if ready to offer herself, he thought he’d feel satisfied and relieved, but he didn’t.

Looking at Bertha Swift like this, hearing her words, he felt a nameless anger, a desire to strangle her. How could she say such things?

Despite his anger, looking at her in the tacky dance dress, which highlighted her figure, Adam Piers remembered her body, her slender waist, and softness that once haunted him in dreams every night, refusing to wake because of being enthralled by her entrancing curves that one evening.

Having tasted before makes him crave more.

As his eyes fell on the large expanse of exposed skin at Bertha Swift’s neckline, Adam Piers’ Adam’s apple bobbed. He was glad she wore an eye mask now, unable to see his fascination with her. Admittedly, he truly embodied every man’s weakness, hating her lack of restraint while simultaneously wanting to ravish her to tears.

"Will you do whatever I want?" As he spoke again, Adam Piers’ voice was slightly hoarse. Since she didn’t cherish herself, why should he be sentimental?

Bertha Swift bit her teeth secretly, after a while whispering very lightly, "Master Adam can do whatever he wants."

To repay him for that infatuated time, after all, she owed him that. If this could make him feel relieved, so be it.

The moment Bertha Swift finished speaking, Adam Piers felt a rush of blood, taking a moment to stabilize, "Come here."

Bertha Swift pressed her lips, reaching up to remove the eye mask, when she heard the man’s half-hoarse voice commanding, "Don’t take it off."

Her actions paused, thinking it was just as well, then she proceeded towards Adam Piers’ voice. But the darkness caused her to accidentally step on his shoe, making her tumble forward with a startled yelp.

Instead of the anticipated pain, a firm grip caught her waist, and Bertha Swift tensely opened her eyes wide, seeing nothing, only hearing the man’s close breathing and a faint scent of herbs, a sharp contrast to the hospital’s disinfection smell, which made her breathing a little easier, reminiscent of that chaotic night.

Recalling that night, Bertha Swift’s cheeks warmed, then she heard a sarcastic male voice above her, "This embrace strategy worked well, is this how you usually seduce men?"

Her initially scattered thoughts went cold, holding her head high, barely curling her lips in the man’s direction, "Did it work on Master Adam?"

"Hmm..."

Bertha Swift finished speaking, and the domineering man pinched her chin sharply, lifting her face higher, "What do you think?"

Finishing, Adam Piers grabbed her small hand with his other hand, guiding it down his abdomen.

At first, Bertha Swift didn’t realize what he was doing until she encountered a burning sensation, shocking her into a tremble, attempting to withdraw her hand, only to have Adam Piers hold it in place, then hearing him wickedly ask, "Do you understand now?"