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Chapter 267: You Really Don’t Live Elegantly
Chapter 267: You Really Don’t Live Elegantly
Chapter 267: Chapter 267: You Really Don’t Live Elegantly
Piers’ Mansion.
Brandon Piers sat at his desk when the phone rang. He glanced at it and answered.
“Second Young Master, the second branch has made a move.” Kelvin Max reported over the phone.
Brandon Piers raised an eyebrow. “Keep an eye on Adam Piers for Uncle. Don’t let him mess up and cut off uncle’s lineage.”
“Yes.” Kelvin Max responded promptly and hurried off to carry out the task.
Pullan, standing beside him, looked up. Second Young Master meant what? Hinting that Adam Piers should become infertile like him, that ruthless? Or was Second Young Master himself unable to and wanted the others to suffer as well?
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As soon as this thought emerged, Pullan got goosebumps all over and couldn’t help but glance at Brandon Piers, trying to discern the true thoughts of the Second Young Master.
To his surprise, Brandon Piers suddenly looked up, meeting Pullan’s gaze directly, and couldn’t help but frown.
Pullan instinctively lowered his head and crossed his hands naturally, covering his crotch.
Brandon Piers, “…” Fuck!
Seeing that the Second Young Master only stared at him, Pullan, with a guilty conscience, revealed a sincere smile.
“Have you gained weight recently?” Brandon Piers smiled as well.
“…I don’t think so?” Pullan hadn’t noticed any recent weight gain. As the most professional bodyguard of the century, he trained his physical functions daily and maintained a body fat percentage of 16%, which was perfect.
Brandon Piers, after hearing this, scanned Pullan from head to toe with his amber eyes.
Pullan instinctively shrank back. He dreaded these eyes of the Second Young Master’s, which were more terrifying than any precise instrument. Sure enough…
“You have gained weight. Your legs are 0.5cm thicker. Go run five laps around the old mansion with a ten-kilogram weight, and check the nearby security in the process.” Brandon Piers waved his hand, making Pullan want to kneel.
“Second Young Master, 0.5cm is not noticeable.” The Piers’ Mansion, built against a mountain and being an old building, was as large as a small garden. Running five laps with a ten-kilogram weight? Was the Second Young Master jealous of him and hence torturing him?
“How can it be unnoticeable? You live too carelessly.” Brandon Piers responded seriously.
“I…” Why should a man live so carefully?
“Don’t want to go?” Brandon Piers raised his eyes dangerously.
“I want to go.” Under the Second Young Master’s dominance, Pullan answered obediently.
Brandon Piers was satisfied and handed him a thick folder. “Give this to Abigail. Have her follow this exercise plan from now on. Make a copy of the diet plan in the folder and give it to the kitchen. Have the kitchen prepare her meals separately from now on.”
“Yes, Second Young Master.” Pullan took it, opened the folder, and saw it labeled as a weight loss plan.
Pullan looked up in amazement, then went through the diet plan, finding that it detailed everything from aerobic to anaerobic exercises. How to exercise, how long to exercise, how to increase gradually, what to pay attention to at each stage, and what goals to achieve. Nutritional supplementation, estimated times to hit a plateau, and how to respond when that happened—it was all written clearly.
There were about a hundred pages. Pullan was dumbfounded.
He even began to doubt the Second Young Master’s intentions. Otherwise, why be so dedicated to Miss Abigail?
Hadn’t he previously said he’s not a fitness coach?
“Tell her I’m currently recuperating and bored. Consider it a token of gratitude for saving my life.” Seeing Pullan’s astonished face, Brandon Piers awkwardly explained.
Pullan innocently lifted his head. “Second Young Master, you also saved Miss Abigail last time.”
“So, she is repaying me with her body.” Brandon Piers felt this guy talked too much.
Pullan looked at Second Young Master in disbelief. Would you even want Miss Abigail if she offered her body? Then what about me… No, what about other women since your kidney… No, it doesn’t work anyway.
“Pullan.”
“Here!”
“Add five more laps.” Brandon Piers said expressionlessly.
Pullan was shocked. “Why?”
“You talk too much.”
Pullan thought of a classic line—bad guys always die because they talk too much. But he wasn’t a bad guy, right? Why such a miserable fate?