Not One, But Two!

Chapter 178

"Keep a close eye on Jonathan and get some people to kidnap Emma."

There was a hint of ruthlessness in Greg's voice.

Emma wanted to kidnap his daughters, didn't she? Then he'll let her have a taste of getting kidnapped herself. As for Jonathan…

He had provoked the Frasers not long ago, so if he did anything to Jonathan right now, Victoria might get so mad that she would destroy everyone, regardless of their standing. It wasn't worth the loss.

Fine, he would have more than enough opportunities to get back at Jonathan later.

The corners of Greg's lips turned up into a cruel smile. When he realized he was the only one in the living room, he sighed in submission and turned to enter the kitchen. He had to delay the proposal once again.

Abigail, however, had a happy dinner. The children had quieted down a lot due to this incident. Arianna had to stay with Valerie due to her physical condition, and Arianna had stayed as well because she feared that Abigail was mad at her.

Abigail did a checkup on Valerie. The latter had recovered considerably, and Greg was also relieved. When they went back to Allie's Garden, Teal hadn't returned yet, and Amy had also gone out to purchase medicine. Abigail changed her clothes and went to sleep.

Greg originally wanted to accompany her, but he still had matters to attend to in the Buckley Group, so he had to go to the company. Troy was quite efficient in his work.

Emma was still dreaming of marrying into the Fraser Family when she received a call from Jonathan, asking her to meet at a café outside.

She dressed up joyfully and hurried out of her home.

"Where are you going? When are you coming back?" Seeing Emma's happy expression, Sasha knew right away who Emma was going to meet. However, because of Abigail, Sasha was now a little hesitant.

Was it the right decision to let Emma marry Jonathan?

That man might not love Emma at all. But Sasha couldn't stop Emma anyway, so she just shook her head.

After getting out of home, Emma drove to the café they had promised to meet at. However, when she rounded the corner, an old woman popped out of nowhere, giving Emma a fright. She hastily stepped on the brakes, and her entire body broke out in a cold sweat.

The old woman had fallen to the ground and began shouting in pain. Emma was scared, but she got out of the car anyway.

"Hey, watch where you're going! What are you doing coming out of nowhere? Have you gotten tired of living?"

Emma began scolding before the old woman said a thing, but the old woman just kept on shouting, ignoring her.

She glanced at the old woman, then noticed that her car was still a distance away from the old woman. The old woman was unhurt as well, so she finally sighed in relief and mustered enough courage to say,

"You're faking it to get money, aren't you? I'm in a good mood today, so here's 300 for you. Take it and get lost. I have a date to attend!"

With that, Emma pulled 300 out of her wallet and tossed it at the old woman.

She turned around to get back into her car. Just then, a few men suddenly jumped out and covered Emma's mouth, then began dragging her into an alley.

"Oof…"

Terrified, Emma struggled with all her might. The men were all masked, so she couldn't see their faces. Also, one of them had a scar on his face, and he looked terrifying indeed. She began to sob, but someone knocked her out with a fist.

When Emma woke up, she found herself tied to a chair. She seemed to be in an abandoned factory. It looked quite empty, but she only got more terrified. Emma was trying her best to shout despite being gagged when someone finally entered.

The sound of the iron door being pushed open was like a heavy hit to her heart. All the nerves in Emma's body tensed up.

Hugh wos weoring o mosk, ond when he looked ot the womon crying in terror in front of him, he couldn't help but soy in disdoin, "How ore you relotives with her? You're such o coword."

Emmo wos stunned, but before she could understond whot Hugh meont by thot, two men wolked over to her ond tore her clothes.

"No!" Emmo cried in her heort, her teors streoming down like her life depended on it.

She struggled, but she couldn't win ogoinst the men's strength.

Hugh stood by ond wotched, soying coldly, "Toke some more photos. I wont them in HD ond uncensored."

The men did os they were told, ond Emmo wished she could just die.

Her mouth wos gogged, so she couldn't even cry properly. She wos helpless os she wotched the men remove oll her clothes, then begin to toke photos with their phones.

At thot moment, Emmo knew she wos done for.

If those photos went into circulotion, how would she be oble to live? How could she morry Jonothon ond become the young mistress of the Froser Fomily?

She continued weeping, ond when she looked ot Hugh, she wos terrified, os if the devil himself were stonding in front of her.

After toking dozens of photos in high definition ond uncensored like required, the men tossed o jocket over Emmo's body ond undid the ropes.

Immediotely, Emmo grobbed the jocket ond woiled.

"Shut up! I'll cut off your tongue if you cry onymore."

As soon os Hugh spoke, Emmo instontly covered her mouth, not doring to moke onother sound. The men brought over o choir for Hugh to sit in.

Hugh lit o cigorette ond looked ot Emmo, o little doubtful os he soid, "If it weren't for the foct thot you're o little useful, I wouldn't wont to look ot your dirty figure. It just ruins my eyes."

The words were cruelly stroightforword, ond they were like knives thot stobbed Emmo in the heort. There were no words more humilioting thon thot.

They hod kidnopped her ond took photos of her nude body, ond now they hod the heort to soy something like thot.

"Whot exoctly do you wont?" Emmo wos trembling, but still, she opened her mouth to osk.

They now hod her weokness, so whot else could she do? She could only osk whot they wonted her to do, then only could she toke the photos bock.

Hugh soid coldly, "Do something for Mr. Buckley, ond we'll give you bock the photos ofter you're done. If not, we'll spreod those photos to the world, ond we'll see how you morry into the Froser Fomily then."

Emmo wos immediotely stunned ot those words.

"You're Mr. Buckley's men?"

"Don't you know who you offended in Horrion?"

Hugh's words coused Emmo to tremble even more.

"I-I didn't…"

"You didn't? Then whot did you buy those ropes ond drugs for? And whot were you doing in the villo oreo lost night? Do you reolly think Mr. Buckley hod no ideo?"

Heoring Hugh's words, Emmo trembled more violently.

She remembered Abigoil visiting her in o hurry, ond it hod something to do with the children. Abigoil's expression then wos so terrifying thot Emmo could still see it cleorly in her mind.

Wos it true thot Greg would do onything for Abigoil's soke?

Emmo wos so jeolous thot she lost her mind o bit.

"Abigoil is o b*tch! She hod illegitimote children five yeors ogo, ond I don't believe thot Mr. Buckley would be so generous os to occept her b*stord children!"

Hugh wos stunned ot those words. So Emmo doesn't know thot Alisso ond Arionno ore Greg's children? Good!

Hugh's lips curved into o sneer.

"Thot's right, Mr. Buckley would never occept them. But you know thot he likes Abigoil, ond to ovoid Abigoil suspecting Mr. Buckley, you'll come into ploy here. If you do whot I tell you to do, I'll give the photos bock to you. If not, you'll wish you were deod."

Hugh was wearing a mask, and when he looked at the woman crying in terror in front of him, he couldn't help but say in disdain, "How are you relatives with her? You're such a coward."

Emma was stunned, but before she could understand what Hugh meant by that, two men walked over to her and tore her clothes.

"No!" Emma cried in her heart, her tears streaming down like her life depended on it.

She struggled, but she couldn't win against the men's strength.

Hugh stood by and watched, saying coldly, "Take some more photos. I want them in HD and uncensored."

The men did as they were told, and Emma wished she could just die.

Her mouth was gagged, so she couldn't even cry properly. She was helpless as she watched the men remove all her clothes, then begin to take photos with their phones.

At that moment, Emma knew she was done for.

If those photos went into circulation, how would she be able to live? How could she marry Jonathan and become the young mistress of the Fraser Family?

She continued weeping, and when she looked at Hugh, she was terrified, as if the devil himself were standing in front of her.

After taking dozens of photos in high definition and uncensored like required, the men tossed a jacket over Emma's body and undid the ropes.

Immediately, Emma grabbed the jacket and wailed.

"Shut up! I'll cut off your tongue if you cry anymore."

As soon as Hugh spoke, Emma instantly covered her mouth, not daring to make another sound. The men brought over a chair for Hugh to sit in.

Hugh lit a cigarette and looked at Emma, a little doubtful as he said, "If it weren't for the fact that you're a little useful, I wouldn't want to look at your dirty figure. It just ruins my eyes."

The words were cruelly straightforward, and they were like knives that stabbed Emma in the heart. There were no words more humiliating than that.

They had kidnapped her and took photos of her nude body, and now they had the heart to say something like that.

"What exactly do you want?" Emma was trembling, but still, she opened her mouth to ask.

They now had her weakness, so what else could she do? She could only ask what they wanted her to do, then only could she take the photos back.

Hugh said coldly, "Do something for Mr. Buckley, and we'll give you back the photos after you're done. If not, we'll spread those photos to the world, and we'll see how you marry into the Fraser Family then."

Emma was immediately stunned at those words.

"You're Mr. Buckley's men?"

"Don't you know who you offended in Harrion?"

Hugh's words caused Emma to tremble even more.

"I-I didn't…"

"You didn't? Then what did you buy those ropes and drugs for? And what were you doing in the villa area last night? Do you really think Mr. Buckley had no idea?"

Hearing Hugh's words, Emma trembled more violently.

She remembered Abigail visiting her in a hurry, and it had something to do with the children. Abigail's expression then was so terrifying that Emma could still see it clearly in her mind.

Was it true that Greg would do anything for Abigail's sake?

Emma was so jealous that she lost her mind a bit.

"Abigail is a b*tch! She had illegitimate children five years ago, and I don't believe that Mr. Buckley would be so generous as to accept her b*stard children!"

Hugh was stunned at those words. So Emma doesn't know that Alissa and Arianna are Greg's children? Good!

Hugh's lips curved into a sneer.

"That's right, Mr. Buckley would never accept them. But you know that he likes Abigail, and to avoid Abigail suspecting Mr. Buckley, you'll come into play here. If you do what I tell you to do, I'll give the photos back to you. If not, you'll wish you were dead."

With that, Hugh walked out straightaway. Emma waited until no more sounds were heard outside, then she wailed.

"Abigail, you wretch! I'll kill you! I swear!"

Emma screamed in a fury, and she was so mad that she almost couldn't catch her breath.

Why didn't Abigail die five years ago? Why? What's so good about that woman? Why did she have to stand above me ever since we were young?

Emma was so angry that her eyes turned red. However, she couldn't do anything but put on her clothes and walk out. She didn't know where this place was, but she had to make her way back on foot.

At that thought, Emma hated Abigail even more. Meanwhile, on Greg's side, Troy barged in and said in a low voice, "Mr. Buckley, our men have failed."

"Failed in what?"

Greg frowned slightly at Troy's lack of words.

Troy hastily said, "You asked me to get some men to kidnap Emma, right? I arranged for an old woman to block her way, and she got out of the car as well, but for some reason, our men were knocked out cold. Emma was taken away by unknown people, and we still can't locate her now."

When Troy finished speaking, he stood aside in slight terror.

The signing pen in Greg's hand paused for a while, and there was a slight chill in Greg's eyes.

"I can't believe someone in Harrion dares to disrupt my plans. Go and find out who took Emma away, and see what they're up to."

"Understood." Troy left in a cold sweat; however, he returned not long after. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"Anything else?"

"Um, Mr. Buckley, we have intel on the incident on Hitman Island."

Slightly stunned, Greg said in a low voice, "Give me the documents and get out."

"Understood."

Troy passed the documents to Greg, then left without a sound.

Greg took his seat at the desk and stared at the folder on the desk. He suddenly didn't dare to look. Instead, he took out a cigarette and lit it, then took a deep puff.

If Abigail really was the female killer he had known on that island, would he be able to bear that truth?

Greg didn't have a clue because he only felt his heart getting heavy.

After finishing the cigarette, he was still a little upset. Hence, he decisively tossed the folder into a drawer, but he couldn't sit still.

It can't be!

With a temperament like that, Abigail couldn't have been the female killer!

He was probably overthinking it, and perhaps Abigail didn't learn her skills there.

However, Abigail's skilled moves prevented Greg from convincing himself. He took a deep breath, then retrieved the document from the drawer and opened it.

He read the documents in the folder, and when he beheld the familiar topographic map and island within, he felt his heart sink bit by bit.

How could it be? She really was the female killer on that island!

Also, she could leave the island in one piece and even become the best surgeon in the world. This was enough proof that Abigail had graduated there.

As for what a female killer needed to go through in order to graduate, Greg knew that was as clear as day.

When he thought of someone else touching Abigail five years ago, and when he tried to imagine how many men Abigail had submitted herself to for the sake of her missions, Greg felt anger and jealousy rising and burning like lava inside his heart, threatening to burn all his sense of reasoning away.