CHAPTER 217: IS IT FAT OR A BALL?

Egg money was too tempting for Mrs. Hutt.

Mrs. Hutt had been in such a poor position among these ladies for so many years. To put it bluntly, it was because she had no money, no property.

Every month, Mrs. Hutt could only take the living expenses from the Hutt family, and she had to desperately save up.

However, after saving for so many years, Mrs. Hutt did not save anything.

It was too much for Mrs. Hutt to buy expensive bags and clothes, as she had to socialize with the ladies.

No one in the Hutt family was easy to deal with. Usually, they would try their best to make more money. Mrs. Hutt wanted to hold her head high in front of those hussies. She wanted to have a career.

Mrs. Hutt did not hesitate and quickly made her choice.

Mrs. Hutt wanted to put all her savings into the Richards Group’s project.

The Richards Group was one of the four big families in River City. They were rich. Although they were not as rich as the Anderson family these years, they were out of Mrs. Hutt’s reach.

Queeney took the initiative to call Mrs. Hutt, which was enough for Mrs. Hutt to show off in the Hutt family for a while.

Queeney hung up the phone. She sneered. Rigel, who had just come back from the company, looked exhausted. Those old men in the company didn’t give a shit about him.

And in the wake of the Richards Group’s recent financial turmoil, they wanted to kick Rigel out, a young and incompetent president.

"You are back!"

Queeney turned to look at Rigel and frowned slightly. She was distressed, unwilling, and annoyed.

The Richards Group’s business empire could only grow in her hands, and she didn’t allow for any accidents and turbulence.

"Okay, I’ll go see Dad."

Rigel said in a low voice. He was no longer had the clearness of youth but was a little more mature and dignified.

Queeney nodded and looked at Rigel as he walked up the stairs, "I want to hold the design competition. You know that this is my favorite hobby. I want to show all my works."

"Well, I want the Richards Group to take the opportunity to create its clothing brand."

Queeney’s words stopped Rigel from going upstairs. Rigel turned around and looked down at the elegant and dignified Queeney in the living room.

Rigel became a little more gloomy, and his dark eyes looked deep and sharp.

"Mom, why don’t you let Hilla go? The Richards Group can survive without the investment and project of the Anderson Group."

The Richards Group had never entered the clothing and cloth type silk industry before, but Queeney’s recent movements were constantly following Hilla.

"We can still come back to life? Heh, do you rely on hot-bloodedness? What the Richards Group needs are the project and money."

Queeney’s voice grew louder, and her eyes with eyeliner looked a bit more ferocious.

Rigel looked at Queeney who seemed to have gone mad and said disappointedly, "Even if the Richards Group needs it, why do you still have to give Hilla such a hard time? She just married Bruce, nothing more. She couldn’t change Bruce’s mind."

Rigel’s innocence made Queeney laugh.

"Really? You think he won’t do anything for Hilla, but will you?"

Rigel was startled, as he had been caught. He immediately became a bit flustered.

Queeney looked at Rigel’s guilty look and said hatefully, "Bruce was able to casually give the Richards family a 30 million project for Hilla. In order not to destroy her and make her sad, it’s nothing for him to give a little more."

"You are crazy. If Dad knew that you were...."

"He’ll let me do it. Your dad would give anything for the company."

Queeney sneered, and she sat down elegantly on the sofa.

Queeney was going to prepare for the design competition. She wanted to make the competition grand. She wanted the whole country to know. She wanted all the designers to come over and destroy Hilla!

Those who betrayed Queeney would not have a good ending.

After Hilla rushed to make a batch of designs, she sent them to Halle.

Some customers had their own special needs. Of course, some preferred to make do with taste. So, some of them had eagerly delivered the materials after Hilla finished the designs.

They said they weren’t in a hurry, but they kept reminding Hilla that they had activities next week.

Hilla rubbed her swollen temples and couldn’t help but lie down on the cutting table to rest.

Recently, Hilla was too busy with the increase in orders. Not only did she become

more lethargic, but she also ate more and more.

Although Hilla felt as if she had gained weight on her waist, she always thought about eating.

Moreover, Hilla had been with Bruce for a long time, and the food she ate was getting more and more to Bruce’s taste. On the contrary, she didn’t want to eat what she liked most before. Not only didn’t she want to, but sometimes she would feel a little nauseous when she smelled it.

It was too miserable. To support her studio and deal with Bruce’s occasional harassment every night, Hilla was too difficult.

Hilla had only wanted to lie on the table and rest for a while, but she fell asleep, sleeping until Bruce returned.

When Bruce held her to the bed, Hilla suddenly woke up and sat up from the bed.

"Why am I asleep?"

"Well, have a good rest when you are sleepy."

Hilla nodded, but she rubbed her eyes.

Hilla had already slept for half a day and did not want to sleep anymore. She wanted to send these materials to Halle and cut out the size first.

Hilla knew more about the figures of those customers. After all, although the data was accurate, it was rigid.

"I must have drawn too much recently, so my brain is tired. Bruce, shall I have some walnuts for my brain?"

After all, a tired brain would make you want to sleep. Hilla felt that she should replenish her energy.

The studio had just been opened, but Hilla was already so weak.

Besides, there were not many of these pictures, which were less than when she was in Pinecastle. But she felt weak these days.

Her spleen and stomach were out of whack!

Bruce rubbed Hilla’s head and said, "Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Hilla looked up and asked curiously, "Why go to the hospital? If the doctor asks me what’s wrong with me, should I say that I want to sleep?"

Maybe the doctor would roll his eyes at Hilla.

Bruce felt relieved when he saw that Hilla was in high spirits and did not seem to be sick at all.

Hilla was just tired, and she needed more rest. She could do less. Bruce was willing to keep her at home anyway.

It would be better if no one saw Hilla but Bruce.

After a nap, Hilla felt much more energetic. She hugged Bruce’s neck and said coquettishly, "Hold me to the bathroom. I have to wash my face."

Bruce raised his eyebrows and revealed a meaningful smile. He said in a deep voice, "Are you sure?"

Hilla looked at Bruce’s smiling eyes and suddenly got off the bed with a quiver. She smiled, "No, no need. I think it’s good to be self-reliant."

Hilla had got good legs.

...

Hilla cut out the cloth from customers, and the rest was just for Halle. Then it would be a little bit more efficient. But Hilla had to run on both sides of River City and the countryside.

Because of the problem of Key Group’s raw materials this time, although Hilla had placed another batch of fabric orders from Key Group later, they had to explain to their customers. Refunds and payouts also cast a chill over their studios.

Fortunately, Hilla was opening up a new prospect now. As long as they took the high-end customized route, they could take the private customized route in the future.

Hilla had packed them all up. Looking at the large boxes, she was still a little worried. They were all cloth, and they were very heavy when she moved them. In the past, she was able to lift them, but now ... she felt lazy all over.

Hilla must have had too little rest recently and her work had suddenly increased.

That was why she felt a little powerless and her body had not recovered.

Hilla bent down and pulled the box. Then she squatted on the ground and covered her belly, frowning.

When Alexa saw Hilla squatting on the ground and holding the box, she stepped forward and said, "Madam, do you need help?"

Hilla clapped her hands and rubbed her lower abdomen, as she had a pain in her lower abdomen. It was just a little bit, so it didn’t affect her. Maybe her period was coming soon, so she would occasionally feel it.

"No need. This box is too heavy. Get some people to move them."

Alexa nodded and went to make a call. Hilla leaned on the sofa and rested lazily.

Although Hilla had just woken up, she still felt sleepy.

This made Hilla busy late at night. Recently, her sleep was very irregular. Although she felt that she had slept for a long time, she always felt that she was not getting enough sleep.

Hilla lay on the sofa in a daze for a while, waiting for them to move the boxes to the car.

Alexa found Hilla lazy recently, frowning. Alexa was to say something, but she could only say, "Madam, they are all ready. If you are tired, let someone else send it to the countryside."

It was just a delivery, and Hilla didn’t have to do it herself. Every time Hilla went over, she was mostly to take the opportunity to see Halle and Emily.

Hilla was a little sleepy this time, but her body seemed to be clamoring for laziness.

Hilla had no choice but to clap at Alexa, "Okay, call the driver and ask him to send these to the countryside. Remember to be careful and keep them dry."

Some of these materials should be kept dry. Those rich people would not care about cleaning, so some styles could not be washed.

Alexa nodded and took a blanket to cover Hilla, "If you have nothing to do today, go back to your room and sleep."

After all, the sofa in the living room was not a place to sleep, and it would be uncomfortable to sleep. After all, Alexa had to work here.

Hilla nodded and sat up from the sofa, rubbing her eyes.

Hilla got up and walked lazily upstairs to her room.

"Madam, would you like to take time to go to the hospital?"

Alexa stood downstairs and reminded Hilla worriedly.

Hilla turned her head, and her face still looked a little sleepy.

What was going on recently? Why did everyone ask Hilla to go to the hospital? So did Bruce.

But there was nothing wrong with Hilla except that she felt tired.

"I know. Thank you, Alexa."

"Madam, have a good rest."

Hilla went upstairs and jumped on the big bed. She picked up the quilt comfily and continued her dream.

Hilla only needed a good nap and she would soon be in high spirits. She didn’t need to go to the hospital at all.

However, Hilla did not sleep for long. She woke up on time at noon. She was hungry.

Hilla stretched her arm. After a nap, she felt much better. Although she was a little languid, she was sure that she was not sick.

When Hilla went downstairs, Alexa was a little surprised that Hilla did not sleep until the afternoon.

However, Alexa was literate, "Madam. You are awake. Are you hungry?"

Hilla nodded. She was woken up by hunger. She got up early in the morning because she had to go to the countryside. She only ate a little. She was already hungry.

Hilla touched her fat waist. She was a little worried that if she kept eating like this, it would become a bucket.

Although Hilla was Mrs. Anderson now, men were lustful. If she was not young and beautiful, wasn’t this giving Bruce a reason to push her away?

Hilla looked down at her belly. When she saw Alexa bring up the cooked dishes, she muttered, "Maybe I should lose some weight."

Alexa smiled with that, "Young people still want to lose weight even though they are

so thin. What’s wrong with a fat woman? It means that men love us."

Alexa looked plump. She was not fat, but she was fleshy. Her face was always rosy with a smile. It was obvious that she was contented and happy.

Hilla couldn’t help but be envious, "Alexa, is your husband good to you?"

"Yes, but it is not as good as how Bruce treats you. We’ve been married for decades. We lived rough in the countryside years ago. In the past few years, we followed our son to the city. The old can’t stay idle. My daughter-in- law has been taking care of my grandchild, and I’m just helping out at home. They have to live on their own. We just need to take good care of ourselves and not cause them trouble."

When Alexa talked about her family, she was always very talkative. Although her family was ordinary, there were contradictions. She was also content and happy.

Hilla held her chin and looked out of the window at the blue sky and white clouds, envying, "I wonder if Bruce and I will live like this when we grow old."

Hilla wondered at a young age what would happen when she was old. Alexa could not help but laugh, "When you have a child, there will be lively in the house. You will not worry about such days."

Hilla blushed slightly. She still felt embarrassed when others mentioned the child to her.

Hilla muttered in a low voice, "We’ve been married for two years and there hasn’t been any news yet."

Hilla almost suspected that something was wrong with her or that it was not her problem. It was Bruce’s problem? Should she take Bruce to the hospital to see a male doctor?

Alexa saw Hilla muttering, and then she pursed her lips and smiled, "You’ll have a baby soon. You are young. The baby is coming soon."

Hilla looked up and asked, "Really?"

Hilla and Bruce were young and did not need to worry about having their baby. In fact, Hilla felt that Bruce was old when he was thirty. It must be the decline in the survival rate of spermatozoa, and it was not all her fault!

"I don’t lie at this age."

With that, Alexa went into the kitchen to serve the remaining two dishes. Hilla looked down at her fat belly and sighed slightly.

How Hilla wished that it was not a pile of fat but a ball!