Chapter 737: Chapter 737: Gave Pei Ershao a Hat Chapter 737: Chapter 737: Gave Pei Ershao a Hat Brandon Piers was on the phone with Adam Piers when he saw Benjamin Jones’s car slowly enter Rose Valley. His already sour face turned even darker. Into the phone, he said, “Since you already slept together, just marry her.”

Adam, who was trying his best to distance himself from any connection with Bertha Swift, was speechless.

What was this turn of events?

“Bro, what are you saying?” Adam said, glancing up at the sky. It wasn’t even dark yet and he was already talking in his sleep? He had been arranging things for so long that for the past month, he almost believed that this monster really didn’t like Abigail Green anymore. After all, they were all part of the Piers family. How could they truly and sincerely love a woman?

Now pulling such a move out of the blue, Adam was a bit dizzy. And did this mean he had to marry Bertha Swift?

He didn’t want to!

That woman always looked down on him. Even if they got married, she would probably despise him.

“I won’t marry her. We’re both adults. You can’t expect us to get married just because we slept together once, right?” Adam felt particularly irritated as he recalled the times he had been humiliated by Bertha.

Brandon, his eyes still fixed on the direction Benjamin’s car went, said calmly, “I’m just informing you.”

“You’re even more overbearing than my old man!” Adam exploded, but before he could finish, he heard the disconnected tone. Pissed off, he jumped up, only to bump his foot on the coffee table, wrinkling his brows in pain, and saw his father push the door open and come out, looking at him with admiration.

Adam felt a chill run down his spine under his father’s gaze. “Dad, why are you looking at me like that?”

Mason Piers didn’t answer Adam’s question. Instead, he stroked his chin and nodded at his son, a proud stance of having a son who had finally grown up.

Usually either hitting or scolding him, this current behavior made Adam feel even more uneasy. He instinctively took a step back. “What’s wrong with you?”

He even changed his wording from “you” to “you” in a more formal way.

Mason kept smiling at him, as if meeting his son for the first time.

Just when Adam thought his old man had been triggered, Mason finally opened his mouth. “Son, the hat you gave Brandon Piers is just amazing. I really underestimated you before. Well done, well done, hahaha!”

Mason ended with a burst of hearty laughter!

Adam involuntarily shivered. “Dad, what are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

“It’s fine if you don’t understand. As long as you did well,” Mason said, patting Adam’s shoulder encouragingly.

Adam was even more confused. “Can you explain it more clearly?”

“Stop pretending!” Mason said, then pulled a stack of photos from his leather briefcase and threw them on the coffee table.

As Mason’s action scattered the photos across the table, Adam instinctively looked over. His face twitched uncontrollably. “Dad, where did you get these?”

On the table were intimate photos of him and Bertha, taken at Joshua Piers’s appointment banquet when he forcefully kissed Bertha. But from the photo angle, it looked like a deep, mutual kiss rather than a forced one. These were the same photos Brandon had just sent him.

What was going on?

“Don’t ask where I got them. I’ve already sent them to the media. Son, trust me. By tonight, the whole country will know you gave Brandon a hat. Hahaha! Let him act all high and mighty, thinking no one can take him down,” Mason said, getting more and more excited, completely different from his despondent state since Brandon took power.

Adam was speechless.

This was not giving a hat; this was giving a death sentence!

Adam suddenly understood Brandon’s call earlier. It must have been his old man’s doing!

No way. If that were the case, how could he still be safe here? Something must have happened!

“Dad, which media outlet did you send the photos to? Quickly withdraw them before they’re published!” Adam felt extremely uneasy, sensing something was off. How did his dad get photos of him and Bertha? The source seemed suspicious. And if Brandon didn’t agree, how could his dad have sent them out?

Totally unrealistic!

“I had them expedited. They should be trending online now. Withdrawing is impossible.” Mason proudly replied to his son, getting even smugger by the second.

Adam couldn’t help but ask, “Dad, aren’t you afraid Brandon might kill me?”

“Don’t worry. You are still helping him at the company. He needs you. He won’t kill you just for a woman. The most he’ll do is torture you,” Mason replied, majestically calling for a servant to serve him tea.

Adam stood there, his mind replaying his father’s words over and over again. The most he’ll do is torture you, torture you, torture you…

Fuck, can I switch dads?

After a moment of anger, Adam made a phone call and soon found out what had happened today. That monster had exposed Abigail Green, so the show was over, and Bertha Swift became a problem. He was pawned off to him. His father even eagerly took on the job of digging a hole for his son.

Adam hung up the phone and looked gloomily at his father, reclining on the sofa. Could he throw his old man away? Maybe push him off a cliff?

The media moved faster than they expected.

Despite being mentally prepared, Adam’s eyelid twitched when he opened his phone and saw the overwhelming news about him and Bertha. Did he really have to marry that woman?

Thinking of Bertha’s arrogant and self-important face, Adam felt a toothache.

The more he disliked something, the more it came true.

While browsing posts about him and Bertha, he saw articles with titles like “Future Sister-in-Law and Little Uncle Kissing Passionately at Midnight: Is It a Moral Decline or a Twist of Humanity?” or “Dandy Master Adam, Flirtatious at Heart, Hooks Up with Future Sister-in-Law, Sparks Fly in an Intense Scene…”

Seeing these, Adam couldn’t help but curse, “Fuck, these media marketing accounts really enjoy making trouble. Are they trying to kill me?”

In the middle of cursing, Adam suddenly saw a different post. Someone had photographed Bertha sneaking into the OB-GYN department of a hospital.

And it appeared to have been taken just ten minutes ago.

Adam clicked in and saw the blogger’s response to a question from another user, “She should be getting a pregnancy check. I heard the doctor’s questions. It’s genuine. But we don’t know whose child it is…”

The comments below were not as gentle, filled with all sorts of cursing and organ references, all directed at Bertha.

Unlike his usual dandy, frivolous image, Bertha had always portrayed herself as a wealthy socialite, the most beautiful schoolgirl, the top student…

Now, with this out-of-wedlock pregnancy and potential non-fiance paternity, one could imagine the public’s malice toward her.

The more Adam read, the worse his expression turned. Then he discovered that the media was also tracing Bertha’s movements based on this leak, heading to the hospital to confirm if she was pregnant, and by whom.

Thinking about how that proud yet cowardly woman would react when surrounded by reporters, Adam suddenly stood up and walked out. A thought popped uncontrollably into his mind. Was she really pregnant? Was he really that good?