Not One, But Two!

Chapter 164

Abigail suddenly shouted, startling Greg and causing him to step on the brakes. The car drifted and came to a sudden halt by the road.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Right after he asked the question, Abigail was seen getting out of the car and swiftly running in the direction where she had seen a figure earlier.

Upon seeing her reaction, Greg unhesitatingly turned off the engine and scanned his surroundings.

They were on a straight road with only two exits—one at the north and the other at the south—and without any junctions. Since Abigail had gone to chase after the figure, Greg alighted from the car and ran in the opposite direction. Then, he jumped on the fence wall of one of the houses before he used the wall as support and made another leap toward the other end of the road leading toward the villa.

The path that he had taken was undeniably time-saving. Although it made him look like a thief, he was unfazed by the other's opinion.

When Abigail was pointing and chasing after the figure, Greg was already waiting at the end of the road to stop the figure. That person was actually Emma!

Upon seeing Greg at the front and Abigail running after her from behind, Emma couldn't help but feel sorry for herself.

"Emma Kain!"

Abigail finally caught up with the woman. She glanced at Greg, who seemed calm and composed, and wondered how he had managed to appear at the scene before her. However, instead of asking him about it, she coldly turned to Emma and asked, "Why are you here?"

Emma was beyond nervous at that moment. Why am I here? I can't tell her that I'm here to look for that b*stard, can I? Philip told me that the success of my marriage shall depend on whether Abigail is able to help me.

Emma was enraged and frustrated at that. How could someone, whom she had looked down upon since young, decide her marriage and future? All Abigail had done was latch herself on Greg. That feeling was utterly awful.

As such, Emma thought to do something to make Abigail fear her, and she thought about Alissa. If I manage to kidnap the little b*stard, I can use her to blackmail Abigail. If Abigail refuses to help me, I'll expose the child's existence to Greg. I wonder if Greg will still cherish the used woman by then.

Emma was elated when she came up with that idea. Therefore, she came over to execute her plan, but she didn't expect that she would bump into Abigail here.

Since Greg was with Abigail at that moment, it wasn't an appropriate moment for Emma to say anything. So, she kept her head bowed as she figured out a way to escape.

"Emma, I don't have much patience." Abigail really disliked Emma.

If it hadn't been her gratitude toward Philip for raising her up, Abigail really didn't want to meddle with Emma's relationship with Jonathan.

Seeing that Abigail's patience was running thin, Emma felt irritated, but she quickly responded in a low voice considering that Greg was at the scene as well. "Jonathan has a villa here. I came over to check if he had come back, because I couldn't reach him on the phone. Abigail, you know that I've been in a relationship with him for five years. I—"

"Enough. He's not here." Abigail heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing that Emma was here to see Jonathan, but she was a little unhappy to learn that Jonathan also lived in the same neighborhood.

Greg raised his brows, and a thoughtful look flashed across his face.

When Emma heard Abigail's reply that Jonathan wasn't there, the former was upset. Jonathan is my fiancée, but Abigail actually knows whether he's here or not. She's such a shameless woman.

"Abigail, you have Mr. Buckley with you, so will you stop pestering Jonathan? I know that I took him from you, but the fact that I managed to do so proved that your relationship with him wasn't strong in the first place. Besides, it has been five years, so—"

"I'm not interested in him," Abigail interrupted and turned on her heel to leave.

Abigail disagreed with Emma's belief where she thought everyone coveted her man. Abigail might have had some feelings for Jonathan five years ago, but the feelings had been gone the moment he gave up on their relationship. In her opinion, there was no point loving a man who didn't love her from the bottom of his heart.

"Abigail!" Upon seeing that Abigail was about to turn and leave, Emma subconsciously attempted to step forward to continue pestering her, but Greg's cold voice suddenly rang out. "You may continue to pester my girlfriend if you don't want to marry into the Fraser Family."

Emma's lifted foot paused mid-air in the blink of an eye. She was conflicted if she should continue to walk forward or step backward.

However, Greg, who wasn't bothered to even cast her another glance, walked past her and quickly caught up with Abigail before he placed an arm around her shoulder.

"Sweetheart, are you tired? Do you need me to carry you?"

"There's no need." She darted a look at a frivolous Greg and suddenly asked, "You were behind me, but how did you suddenly appear in front of me?"

"Huh?" He pouted at the fence wall, which enlightened her and made the corner of her lips twitch. "Greg, were you a bandit in your past life? What if the owner actually installed a security system? Aren't you afraid that they might misunderstand you as a burglar and capture you?"

"What is there to be afraid of? You are here with me, no? If I'm captured, you will get me out of prison, won't you?" As he spoke, he started to become handsy and wrapped his arm around her waist playfully.

"I don't want to go to the police station and embarrass myself. If you are really captured, you'd better stay there."

She smacked his hands off her and quickly got into the car.

Greg looked at the back of his hand, which was a little red, and thought to himself, My wifey is fierce, but I like this side of her more. She always says things that she doesn't mean.

Subsequently, he got into the car. Smiling, he placed his hand at the back of her head before he overbearingly pressed his lips against hers.

His sudden attack rendered Abigail speechless, but it was too late when she tried to resist him as both her hands had been caught by him. His wild scent swept over all her senses like a tornado. All she could do was let out a sigh before he drowned her in his scent.

Abigail's face was flushed when their kiss ended and her breathing was irregular.

She coquettishly glared at Greg in a manner that was so enchanting that the man wanted to pounce on her there and then.

"Sweetheart, if you continue to seduce me, I really can't hold back myself."

"If you don't start driving, I'm getting down."

No matter how thick-skinned she was, she felt her face burn when she heard his words. This man sure is shameless.

Greg chuckled and started the car, then pressed on the pedal.

The car sped off into the distance. Abigail, who felt a little tired, thought to shut her eyes and rest, but she fell asleep instead.

Upon hearing her regular breathing, Greg slowed down the car and drove steadily at a speed of about 40 kilometers per hour.

The slow traveling speed naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of other drivers, so some of them honked.

In response, Greg abruptly took a mineral bottle and threw it at the car, startling the other party and causing him to quickly drive away from the scene.

To prevent other drivers from honking at them and waking Abigail from her sleep, Greg simply took out the emergency vehicle lighting and sign, thereafter fitting them on top of his car. Thus, nobody dared to urge him to drive faster. In fact, the only difference between his car and an ambulance was that an ambulance would travel in a speed way faster than Greg's current driving speed.

It was almost 10.00 PM when they arrived at Allie's Garden.

Looking at a sound asleep Abigail, Greg changed his mind of going to Valerie's place. After parking his car, he carried her out of the car and returned home.

Amy was in the house. If he spoke to Amy at this hour, he would wake Abigail from her sleep. So, he placed Abigail on his bed and helped her to remove her shoes and coat.

Abigail was usually a light-sleeper, but she was somehow either exceptionally exhausted that day or she refused to wake up from her sleep, so she showed no reaction throughout the process.

Greg touched her forehead to check her temperature. Upon confirming that her temperature was normal, he tucked her in the bed before heading into the kitchen.

He thought of preparing some food in case Abigail woke up and felt hungry.

There was a call from Troy just as Greg was cutting vegetables in the kitchen.

"Mr. Buckley, are you asleep?"

"Just speak. Are you going to come over to sleep with me if I'm still awake?"

His response rendered Troy speechless, so the other man quickly explained his purpose of calling. "Mr. Buckley, our company's system has been hacked again. We are losing important information by the seconds. I'm afraid that our confidential information will be gone if I inform you of this tomorrow morning."

"I'll head over right away." It was indeed a major issue.

Greg immediately removed the apron and attempted to return to his room to notify Abigail about it. However, when he was half way there, he was afraid that he might disturb her rest, so he left a note on the bedside table before driving to the company.

All the higher-ups of the company were present when he arrived.

"Mr. Buckley, the problem this time is even worse than the last time. Our technical department is unable to stop them from hacking into our system no matter what we do." Cold sweat appeared on the forehead of the head of the technical department.

Instead of reprimanding him, Greg said to Troy, "Did you contact King? It was him who helped us to resolve the problem last time. Tell him that if he is able to help us this time, I will give him one hundred million."

However, Troy replied, "I've contacted him, but he didn't respond."

"Call him again." Although Greg had been puzzled by King's previous act of helping him without a reason, he had no choice but to request for his help again this time.

"I asked you all to investigate King before this. Is there any news on him?" Sweat broke out on Troy's forehead when he heard the question.

"Mr. Buckley, King is quite mysterious. We have used all our networks and all we know is that he has a Maronian manager named Alan, who is part of the Hackers' Guild. That being said, there's no one called 'King' in the Hackers' Guild."

"Send a message to Alan and ask him to find King at all costs."

Greg's brows were tightly knitted. Who is targeting my firm? Is it Jonathan? That jerk doesn't seem to possess such a powerful capability, though.

The hacker who hacked into their company system was very skillful, so this person must have been hired with a huge fortune. Considering the Fraser Family's limited cash flow, it would be impossible for them to come up with tens or even a hundred million to destroy Greg's firm. Besides, even if Jonathan managed to eliminate Greg's firm, it wouldn't bring any benefits to the Fraser Family.

However, if the culprit wasn't Jonathan, who could it be?

A figure suddenly flashed across his mind.

"Go and find out what Ethan has been doing lately."

Troy answered, "We have investigated him. He has been grounded at home by his father to reflect on his mistakes. He hasn't done anything lately."

Greg narrowed his eyes. It's not him, so who else could it be? Greg was totally clueless at that moment.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.