YM778.TV Chapter 98: Are You the Emperor?
Study room.
Noel Roberts crossed his legs. “Everything is arranged. Are you ready?”
“Hmm.” Brandon Piers responded, his gaze resting on the rose wall outside the window, somewhat distant.
“I arranged for people to divert attention from your uncle on the day, but the surgery won’t be short. Unexpected accidents might occur. You need to be fully prepared.” Noel glanced at Brandon’s face, more beautiful than a woman’s, and sighed with a click of his tongue.
“Don’t worry.” Brandon ignored Noel’s slovenly demeanor. Knowing he was worried, he finally snapped back to reality and responded.
This surgery was inevitable. Since Dr. Smith had passed away, no doctor could guarantee a 100% success rate for his surgery. It was better to get it over with quickly.
“As long as you know.” Noel looked at the expression on Brandon’s face, not feeling assured.
He said “don’t worry,” but even if they could make everything outside foolproof, what about the surgery process?
If the surgery were easy, Mr. Piers wouldn’t have let Brandon Piers delay it for so long.
The risks were clearly immense.
“Naturally, I have elders above and children below. I value my life, don’t you?” Brandon saw the concern in Noel’s eyes, rare for him to make a joke.
Noel was shaken by this smile and took a step back. “Fuck, don’t smile at me like that.”
As a straight guy, such a smile made his heart tremble.
MD, why is a man this beautiful?
Brandon gave him a disdainful glance. “I’m not interested in you.”
“Hmm, hmm, you’re interested in the fat guy.” Noel recalled the day Brandon ran out to save a fat guy and found it amazing. After saying that, he met Brandon’s displeased gaze, raised his eyebrows, and got back to business. “Just be extremely careful. If something happens to you, they won’t let Teddy or the old man off.” Noel said this, but his heart was heavy. The uncertainty of the surgery was too great.
The Piers had been glamorous on the outside for years, but the foundation had long since rotted away, only maintaining the appearance of glory.
Mr. Piers was determined to reform back then but didn’t expect to lose his life. The old man, disheartened, announced his retirement, but it was actually to protect Brandon Piers.
Despite this, Brandon encountered multiple poisoning attempts, car accidents, kidnappings, and even professional assassinations before reaching adulthood.
At the age of seventeen, he wiped out the main branch of the Piers, with his uncle and two cousins all thrown in jail, finally getting some peace.
Afterward, the old man announced that all his shares and assets would be transferred to the eighteen-year-old Brandon. If Brandon unexpectedly died, all the assets would automatically be donated to charity.
This made the other branches not dare to openly target Brandon but didn’t stop their covert actions.
His illness was somewhat related to that group of people.
Hearing Noel’s words, Brandon’s eyes darkened, a layer of menace in his amber eyes as he thought of his father’s tragic death.
Brotherhood was a joke.
“I won’t let them get hurt.” Brandon’s voice was low but determined, whether he lived or died.
Noel understood what he meant and knew that behind his gentlemanly appearance, he was the most ruthless. With a sigh, he went over the details for the day after tomorrow with Brandon again. Upon leaving Imperial Garden, he encountered Abigail walking with her child, stunned at first, then let out a slovenly whistle.
The second young master was hiding a beauty in a golden house!
Turning his head towards Brandon, “Are you the Emperor?”
“Get out!”
“Hahaha!” Rarely hearing the second young master curse, Noel laughed heartily without restraint.
Abigail turned her head to look at the handsome man about the same height as Brandon but of a completely different type. She frowned. Is this Secretary-General Roberts?
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