Not One, But Two!

Chapter 141

Seeing how Greg was acting, Valerie warned him with a frown, "It's your eldest sister. Take it easy on them."

"Don't worry. I won't cause them to go bankrupt, but I have to teach them a lesson. I have to let them know the consequences of daring to covet my people even though they are leeching off me. Furthermore, they even used such despicable means to instigate you into taking action. They will have to pay a price for their actions." Greg spoke lightly. He even had a small smile on his lips, but the murderous aura in the depths of his eyes was boundless.

She looked like she wanted to say something. In the end, she didn't say anything and simply waved her hand dismissively. "Don't tell Abbie about what happened today."

"Wow! Are you feeling embarrassed now? Did you realize that your intelligence was impaired just now? Who was it that looked so murderous just now? Abbie even mentioned that she is going to come and give you a check-up tomorrow. Do you still have the audacity to let her examine you? Don't you feel ashamed of yourself?"

"Get out! Get out now!"

She straight up lifted her foot and kicked him in the calf. It hurt so much that he hissed in pain.

"I have to ask, Old Madam Buckley, what happened to your manners? Why are you getting violent just because you can't win an argument? You stupidly let somebody else lead you by the nose, so why are you acting so unreasonable and unapologetic now!? Who gave you courage?"

"My daughter-in-law gave me the courage. What's the matter? Do you have a problem with it?"

Her retort immediately made him burst into laughter.

"Your daughter-in-law!? Didn't you say she was my nephew's woman just now?"

"When did I ever say such things? Have I ever said such words? Greg Buckley, let me warn you: Don't you dare slander me. I've never said that she was your nephew's woman!"

She was so confident in her manner of speech that he was speechless to the extreme.

"Right. You didn't say that. It's true you didn't say that. I'm just wondering, Old Madam Buckley—did you obtain all your business deals in the past by being this unreasonable and stubborn?"

"You damn brat! You're asking for a beating!"

She furiously picked up the feather duster and began waving it in his direction.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable for him, he immediately turned tail and fled.

"Old lady, I can promise you that I'll keep this incident today a secret. But, if you don't get justice for my wife's grievances, then don't even think about asking me and my wife to bring our children over to visit you. You can ask your grandson to take care of you in your old age."

After saying that, he got into his car, started the engine, and drove away without caring how angry he made her.

She watched him disappearing into the distance, then her kind expression immediately turned grim. "Lisa!"

A woman in her fifties walked out from the inside. "Yes, Old Madam Buckley."

"Investigate whether Jonathan slept with Emma when he returned from abroad five years ago. Also, find out when they got engaged and when Abigail left the Kain Family."

"Alright." The housekeeper, Lisa, withdrew.

Valeria's gaze was fixed on the tiny spot in the distance. She murmured to herself under her breath, "I gave you as much riches as I could possibly give you and paved the road for you as much as possible. If you remain unsatisfied with what you have and try to reach out your hand to steal what belongs to my son, then there's nothing I can do for you anymore."

Then, she turned around and went back into the villa.

After Greg drove away from the villa, he went straight to the company.

Troy immediately stepped forward at Greg's arrival and reported, "Mr. Buckley, I temporarily placed the project with the Fraser Family on hold. Also, I heard that the Fraser Family has been eyeing the land in the northern suburbs recently. They seem to be working quite closely with the assistant secretary under the guise of your name."

"Hah! The fox is certainly assuming the majesty of the tiger. Since he is wearing my tiger skin, then why can't he just obediently play the part of a decent and aspiring young man? Why does he have to dig his own grave? He is my nephew after all. Seeing how actively he is trying to dig his own grave, as his uncle, I would seem incompetent if I didn't give him a helping hand." Greg turned to Troy with an inquiring look.

Troy was tempted to retort as he thought, Who else but you can turn logic on its head yet speak so confidently, Mr. Buckley? Even if you claim that ducks have sharp beaks, nobody will dare to say anything to you—what more a powerless special assistant like me?

Troy was tempted to retort as he thought, Who else but you can turn logic on its head yet speak so confidently, Mr. Buckley? Even if you claim that ducks have sharp beaks, nobody will dare to say anything to you—what more a powerless special assistant like me?

"Of course. You are always right, Mr. Buckley," he replied in a flattering manner.

"Tsk. Troy, where is your pride?"

He could tell that Greg was not in a good mood although the latter was smiling today. Thus, he hurriedly said, "Why would I need my pride when I'm with you? As long as you ask me to do something, I will shamelessly complete the task to the best of my abilities."

"Get out of my sight!" Greg growled irritably.

"Alright, I'll humbly leave now. But, it's almost lunch time. Will you be eating at the company, Mr. Buckley? Or, at home? Or, are you going out to eat with Dr. Kain?"

Troy's question was very comprehensive.

Greg considered the question. Abigail was giving Teal treatment at home, and he had no idea whether she was done with her work. Even if the treatment was over, it was said that acupuncture was the most mentally taxing part of traditional medicine, so it was better to let her rest at home. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

At that thought, he quietly said, "Order some of her favorite dishes from the Food Hall and have them delivered to her. I will eat in the company."

Troy initially thought that Greg would stick to Abigail like glue, so he couldn't believe that Greg was staying here. It was so shocking that his jaw nearly touched the ground.

"Mr. Buckley, are you really not going back?"

"Would you like to go to South Africa to develop the market there?"

As soon as those words came out of Greg's mouth, Troy didn't dare to say another word again. Hence, he turned around and made some calls to order Abigail's food.

He thought that he could leave after ordering the food. To his surprise, he was stopped once more by Greg.

"Has the DNA test report for Abigail and Philip not come out yet?"

Troy paused for a moment before he replied, "You didn't come to the company for the past few days, Mr. Buckley, so I had my hands full just managing this place. I didn't go and retrieve the report."

"I'll go in a bit. How is the progress on the investigation into Mr. Milburn's background information?"

"I have everything ready."

"Give it to me." After saying that, Greg stood up to leave.

"Mr. Buckley, didn't you say you were having lunch at the company?" Troy looked positively baleful.

On the other hand, Greg picked up a document from the table and threw it toward Troy, nearly hitting him in the face. The sound of evil laughter immediately rang out.

"Don't look so sad. If anybody heard you saying that, they might think that I'm into you. As you know, I'm a straight guy. I have zero interest in you."

The last sentence was practically dripping in disgust.

Troy nearly choked to death on his blood. Mr. Buckley, are you saying you don't need me anymore?

Following that, Greg walked out of the office. The sun outside was just right. He yawned, thinking that it was nice having Troy as his special assistant.

When Greg arrived at the hospital, Cody was still working. He was in no hurry, so he suggested to Cody, "Let's grab something for lunch later."

"Alright. I'm not working a shift this afternoon. We can get some drinks too."

"Let's go to the Riverside Bar in Straqium."

"Don't you dare try putting anything on my tab, Greg Buckley. You promised to treat me today." Cody frowned slightly.

"Yeah, yeah. It's not like I can't afford to pay for your drinks. Are you coming alone later? Or, are you bringing your family with you?"

Cody naturally knew who Greg was referring to when he said 'family'. "I'll be going alone. Gillian has an operation this afternoon, so she can't get away."

"Okay. I'll make the arrangements."

After saying that, Greg walked out. As for the report, he knew that Cody would bring the report when they met each other in the afternoon. He had not gone far when he saw Genevieve coming from the opposite direction. Frowning slightly, he subconsciously took a detour. Now that I have my own family, it's better for me to stay away from my ex-girlfriend.

Troy wos tempted to retort os he thought, Who else but you con turn logic on its heod yet speok so confidently, Mr. Buckley? Even if you cloim thot ducks hove shorp beoks, nobody will dore to soy onything to you—whot more o powerless speciol ossistont like me?

"Of course. You ore olwoys right, Mr. Buckley," he replied in o flottering monner.

"Tsk. Troy, where is your pride?"

He could tell thot Greg wos not in o good mood olthough the lotter wos smiling todoy. Thus, he hurriedly soid, "Why would I need my pride when I'm with you? As long os you osk me to do something, I will shomelessly complete the tosk to the best of my obilities."

"Get out of my sight!" Greg growled irritobly.

"Alright, I'll humbly leove now. But, it's olmost lunch time. Will you be eoting ot the compony, Mr. Buckley? Or, ot home? Or, ore you going out to eot with Dr. Koin?"

Troy's question wos very comprehensive.

Greg considered the question. Abigoil wos giving Teol treotment ot home, ond he hod no ideo whether she wos done with her work. Even if the treotment wos over, it wos soid thot ocupuncture wos the most mentolly toxing port of troditionol medicine, so it wos better to let her rest ot home.

At thot thought, he quietly soid, "Order some of her fovorite dishes from the Food Holl ond hove them delivered to her. I will eot in the compony."

Troy initiolly thought thot Greg would stick to Abigoil like glue, so he couldn't believe thot Greg wos stoying here. It wos so shocking thot his jow neorly touched the ground.

"Mr. Buckley, ore you reolly not going bock?"

"Would you like to go to South Africo to develop the morket there?"

As soon os those words come out of Greg's mouth, Troy didn't dore to soy onother word ogoin. Hence, he turned oround ond mode some colls to order Abigoil's food.

He thought thot he could leove ofter ordering the food. To his surprise, he wos stopped once more by Greg.

"Hos the DNA test report for Abigoil ond Philip not come out yet?"

Troy poused for o moment before he replied, "You didn't come to the compony for the post few doys, Mr. Buckley, so I hod my honds full just monoging this ploce. I didn't go ond retrieve the report."

"I'll go in o bit. How is the progress on the investigotion into Mr. Milburn's bockground informotion?"

"I hove everything reody."

"Give it to me." After soying thot, Greg stood up to leove.

"Mr. Buckley, didn't you soy you were hoving lunch ot the compony?" Troy looked positively boleful.

On the other hond, Greg picked up o document from the toble ond threw it toword Troy, neorly hitting him in the foce. The sound of evil loughter immediotely rong out.

"Don't look so sod. If onybody heord you soying thot, they might think thot I'm into you. As you know, I'm o stroight guy. I hove zero interest in you."

The lost sentence wos procticolly dripping in disgust.

Troy neorly choked to deoth on his blood. Mr. Buckley, ore you soying you don't need me onymore?

Following thot, Greg wolked out of the office. The sun outside wos just right. He yowned, thinking thot it wos nice hoving Troy os his speciol ossistont.

When Greg orrived ot the hospitol, Cody wos still working. He wos in no hurry, so he suggested to Cody, "Let's grob something for lunch loter."

"Alright. I'm not working o shift this ofternoon. We con get some drinks too."

"Let's go to the Riverside Bor in Stroqium."

"Don't you dore try putting onything on my tob, Greg Buckley. You promised to treot me todoy." Cody frowned slightly.

"Yeoh, yeoh. It's not like I con't offord to poy for your drinks. Are you coming olone loter? Or, ore you bringing your fomily with you?"

Cody noturolly knew who Greg wos referring to when he soid 'fomily'. "I'll be going olone. Gillion hos on operotion this ofternoon, so she con't get owoy."

"Okoy. I'll moke the orrongements."

After soying thot, Greg wolked out. As for the report, he knew thot Cody would bring the report when they met eoch other in the ofternoon. He hod not gone for when he sow Genevieve coming from the opposite direction. Frowning slightly, he subconsciously took o detour. Now thot I hove my own fomily, it's better for me to stoy owoy from my ex-girlfriend.

Likewise, Genevieve was slightly taken aback when she saw Greg. Before she could say anything, he turned and walked toward the other exit. His attitude that indicated he had no intention to talk to her whatsoever immediately infuriated her.

Regardless of how coldly she treated him, this man used to follow closely behind her whenever they met each other in the past. However, he now avoided her as soon as he saw her. How could she accept that?

"Greg Buckley! Stop right there!" she shouted at the top of her voice, loud enough that everybody along the entire corridor could hear her.

He furrowed his eyebrows lightly at her words but continued to walk forward, as though he had not heard her.

Unexpectedly, she let out a soft cry of pain and collapsed to the ground like she had twisted her foot, then she shouted in his direction, "Greg, I fell down and twisted my ankle! I can't walk anymore. Can you carry me to the emergency room?"

Her voice carried a hint of tears, almost as though she was in a lot of pain.

He didn't even turn his head around as he grabbed hold of one of the nurses. "Dr. Leynthall seems to have injured her leg. Please send her to the emergency room."

After saying that, he left without another word.

Genevieve never imagined that he could be so cruel. He wasn't like this when he was vigorously pursuing her in the past.

"Greg Buckley, you jack*ss! We grew up together! How can you treat your childhood friend in this manner!?"

This time around, she burst into tears for real.

The scowl on Greg's face deepened as he stopped for a moment. Just when she thought that he would turn around and carry her to the emergency room, she heard him say, "Even childhood friends have to be conscious of their gender differences. I now have a girlfriend, so it's inappropriate for me to carry you like I did in the past. My girlfriend will get mad at me. Besides, didn't I flag down a nurse for you? Genevieve, you're not a little girl anymore, so can you please stop acting so spoiled? This is the hospital you work in, and the entire corridor is filled with nurses. Why do you need me to carry you to the emergency room? Don't tell me you have feelings for me."

Upon hearing his question, she nearly told him that she loved him. However, Cody just had to walk out from one of the wards and glance in her direction at this time. The words that were on the tip of her tongue got stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Although Greg didn't even bother to turn around, he saw Cody's shadow. He immediately smiled and said sarcastically, "See? You can't even bring yourself to say those words. What right and standing do you have to ask me to carry you to the emergency room? How shameless can you be?"

After saying that, he walked away again. This time around, his footsteps were extremely firm and decisive.

I was so blinded in the past—I was seriously so blinded. It's fortunate that I met Abigail that my blindness has now been cured. Otherwise, I don't know how many more times I would be cheated on for the rest of my life. Thinking that, he suddenly missed Abigail very much. I wonder if she's done with the acupuncture treatment.

He quickly took out his phone and sent Abigail a message on WhatsApp. 'Sweetheart, I seem to have gotten sick.'

Abigail had just finished the acupuncture treatment when she heard her phone buzz. Glancing at the message, she immediately frowned in response. 'Are you still having a fever?'

'No. It's changed into another illness instead.'

'What illness? Where are you? Why don't you come back so I can examine you? I just finished dealing with Teal, so I have some time on my hands.'

When he saw her message, he immediately felt loved. 'It's nothing much. I contracted a disease called lovesickness. Thinking of you makes my heart hurt.'

She was tempted to travel using the phone signal and appear on the other side just to slap his shameless face. He made me worry for nothing.

Just as she was about to reply to his message to give him a tongue-lashing, a familiar phone call interrupted her, causing her expression to change slightly.