Not One, But Two!

Chapter 151

"Yes, Sir!"

Would any of them even dare say anything else?

Jeb had even gotten punished for it. Were any of them any more favored than him?

Everyone might have said their yeses, but it was only because Greg coerced them into it.

Everyone knew he had loved Genevieve for a decade, but never once had he brought her here.

This woman, on the other hand, had only known Mr. Buckley for days, and she had already badgered him into

taking her to the red-light district!

Hence, Greg's men all thought Abigail had ulterior motives, or perhaps her sole objective in approaching their boss

was to infiltrate the red-light district!

Of course, the notion came solely from their assumption that it was Abigail herself who wanted to come.

And among them, Jeb had the biggest bone to pick with her.

What else can she do apart from seducing Mr. Buckley with her body? And now she thinks she can get us to call her

Ma'am? Dream on!

Learning his lesson, he said nothing aloud but merely lowered his head, letting a hint of rage flash in his slightly

narrowed eyes.

He got the punishment because of this woman, and he would make sure she paid for it one day.

Abigail didn't know what exactly Greg's men were thinking, but she could still tell who genuinely accepted her and

who only agreed superficially but actually despised her.

However, she couldn't care less as she wouldn't come here often anyway. It was merely Greg's stance to show her

his most deadly kryptonite. Never had she wished that he would bring her here.

So she genuinely didn't care what his men thought about her.

Abigail tugged on Greg's sleeve, smiling faintly. "Alright, no need to get upset over something so minor. How come I

never realized you're this petty?"

Greg was truly pissed.

He couldn't believe these bunch of b*stards dared to think of Abigail like that! It was ridiculous!

At that, he held her hand, his voice much gentler now. "Sorry you had to experience this."

"What's there to be sorry about? I'm good. Don't overthink." Abigail hurriedly comforted him. However, she was

touched.

Just then, someone approached them, dragging a moribund man that looked to be in his forties to fifties.

Abigail recognized him. He was the bloody man who stopped their car when they first arrived.

She frowned but said nothing.

She knew what kind of business Greg was doing here in the red-light district. What was more, it would indeed be

inappropriate for her to speak up blindly when she didn't know the full story.

Finally, when Jeb could just barely get up, he saw Abigail taking a step back, seemingly having no intention of

helping this bloody man. He couldn't help feeling even more disdainful of this woman.

Hmph, what did he say? This woman's heart was made of stone!

Wouldn't women commonly intercede when they saw someone beaten up like this? It would show how kindhearted

she was, no?

However, this woman did nothing and even took a step back, clearly wanting no part of this. So how could such a

woman be worthy of Mr. Buckley?

Nevertheless, having learned his lesson, he dared not say anything bad about Abigail in front of Greg, only taking a

step forward. "Mr. Buckley, what should we do with this guy? Clip him?"

Abigail wasn't an idiot. She naturally knew what Jeb meant by 'clip'. However, she just quirked her brow, still saying

nothing.

Jeb kept a constant watch on Abigail, and his voice couldn't help frosting up when he saw that she had only quirked

her brows. "Or should we throw him into the refugee camp and let him fend for himself? I think we should just

chuck him out. After all, you might get in trouble if someone dies at this time, Mr. Buckley."

Greg was enraged.

Jeb was usually pretty reliable. Had a brick fallen on his head? Why did he keep targeting Abigail?

"Looks like a kick isn't enough to remind you of your place." Greg's tone was sub-zero, and it got the hair on the

back of Jeb's neck standing.

Abigail, too, sensed Jeb's animosity toward her.

She was baffled. She and Jeb had no beef with each other, nor had they ever met before this. So why would he

repudiate her so badly?

Could it be that he's in love with Greg?

No… Is he?!

At that, she couldn't help taking a second glance at Jeb, coincidentally meeting his sinister gaze, leading her to

frown.

It seemed that this man held a deep grudge against her.

"Jeb Gilbert!" Greg bellowed, leading Jeb to shudder in fright. "Mr. Buckley."

"Pack your things and get your a*s to the northern division."

Greg's words rendered Jeb stupefied.

Had Mr. Buckley just exiled him?!

"But Mr. Buckley, what have I done wrong?"

"What? You have a problem with my decision?"

Jeb had no choice but to yield in the face of Greg's coercion. "No, Sir."

"Then pack up and leave."

Jeb naturally knew he shouldn't stay when his boss had already put it like that. After nodding, he shot daggers at

Abigail before walking away.

Abigail, on the other hand, couldn't help feeling baffled.

What the hell had she ever done to him!?

How did she end up being resented?

Then again, she understood that Greg had sent Jeb away for fear that his right-hand man would have a brush with

her, didn't he?

It seemed that this Jeb guy meant a lot to Greg.

Then, Greg mumbled to Abigail, "This guy sold his wife and daughter to this club of mine as escorts, and all the

money they earned for the day would become his chip for betting. A few days ago, he brought two men to his

daughter and even let them defile her. Then, the two men gave him money, and he walked away with it, having no

care for his daughter's life whatsoever. If my ushers hadn't found her in time, she would've long kicked the bucket.

Do you think such a man deserves to live?"

Despite knowing she shouldn't stick her nose into some businesses, she was truly relieved that she looked away this

time.

The bloody man before her eyes was a true scumbag!

So why should she bother herself with such trash?

Greg probably never bothered to explain to anyone, but because that someone was her, he explained.

To that, Abigail mumbled, "You shouldn't have soiled your hands for such a fiend."

"Oh? Why do you say so?" Her reply surprised him a little.

She looked at the bloody man's sleazy manner and said coldly, "It's indeed infuriating that he sees his wife and

daughter as nothing but tools for making money, but Greg, this is their family affair. Aren't you being a little nosy

when even his wife and daughter said nothing?"

Greg was taken a little aback, but after that, he explained, "His daughter begged me with her life. I can't turn away."

Stumped, she asked, "His daughter passed away?"

"No, she sold her life to me. Her only condition: kill her monster of a father."

Abigail got the gist now.

She sold her life to Greg…

No doubt that girl knew what Greg's business was. Selling her life away to him would mean that she had completely

given up on herself. Whether she was to become a hooker or an assassin in the future, it wouldn't be her call.

Abigail couldn't help feeling bad for this girl, mumbling, "Actually, sometimes, it's even more of a punishment for

someone to live than to kill him."

"Oh?" Greg quirked his brow slightly in response.

She then walked toward that bloody man, who had wanted to ask for help at first, but upon seeing her gaze, he

couldn't help feeling fearful.

"W-What do you want?" His voice grew shaky.

Then, a scalpel slid out from Abigail's right sleeve.

"You should have a taste of what it's like to be f*cked until you blackout."

Right at that, she wielded her scalpel, and the man howled in pain.

While people around her were still reeling, she had already returned to Greg.

"Have them chuck him somewhere 'nice'. The world isn't short of freaks. There will surely be someone who would

like to have a go at him." Abigail's voice was devoid of all emotions.

Meanwhile, streams of warm redness gushed out of the man's limbs.

It only then struck everyone that Abigail had severed the man's tendons.

No doubt this bloody man had become a cripple. He wouldn't even be able to run even if he tried.

Greg, on the other hand, suddenly thought the Abigail before his eyes was somewhat foreign.

There was a flash of hostility on her. She concealed it well, but for someone like him, who had wandered in the gray

area for years, how could he not tell?

However, why would she have such cold hostility?

Wasn't she just a doctor?

Questions filled Greg's mind very quickly, but he suppressed them all.

"You guys heard her. Send him to The Barbarian and send a word to their circle. Tell them The Barbarian now has a

free pet to play with. They can do whatever they want with him as long as he stays alive."

Abigail was confused as to what sort of place was The Barbarian. But after hearing Greg's latter words, she

understood immediately.

He sure was second to none when it came to being ruthless.

Then, she said nothing more.

As Abigail showed off what she was capable of, some of Greg's men now had a different impression of her.

However, others were still worried.

Just then, a young woman came rushing from the back and knelt before Abigail and Greg with a thud.

Abigail was stumped. The young woman looked to be about seventeen or eighteen, and her entire body was

covered in injuries. The pair of supposedly pure eyes were, in actuality, engulfed in darkness and despair.

It was a booming thud, and her knees bled from the impact. However, the young woman didn't care.

Meanwhile, Abigail turned to Greg with bafflement.

At that, he mumbled, "She's that man's daughter, Natalie Lloyd. She just turned eighteen."

She looked toward Natalie in response and saw her five-years-ago-self in this young woman.

Then, she asked, "What are you going to do about her?"

"You decide."

Abigail was taken aback.

She wasn't meant to meddle in this issue in the first place. She had already overstepped by severing the bloody

man's tendons, and now Greg even wanted her to decide what to do with Natalie? How could she?

"You should still be the one to make the call."

"Mr. Buckley, please let me follow Ma'am," Natalie suddenly spoke up.

She had seen everything from the back just now.

Abigail was the one who had severed her father's tendons and even suggested that he lived in a living hell. In other

words, Abigail had avenged her.

So Abigail was her savior, and she wanted to stay by her savior's side as repayment.

Meanwhile, Natalie's words left Abigail dumbfounded.

Follow her?

What use did she have for a sidekick?

However, when she saw the bleakness in Natalie's eyes, she was once again reminded of her five-years-ago-self, as

well as that sinister man…