Not One, But Two!

Chapter 241

"You're in no position to negotiate." Abigail shot Emma a look to silence her. Dammit. She's right. She can kill me and Dad anytime she wants to. I hate this! I hate this feeling.

Abigail stopped arguing with the woman and gave her some cooking tips.

Emma said nothing, but she was disgruntled about it, though Abigail couldn't care less. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Teal stayed back at the company during lunch time for work. Abigail told her about what she was doing with Emma, but Teal did not really care.

Abigail asked, "Hey, did you lock Sasha up or something?"

Teal was surprised she asked her that. "No. I've been working on my project for the last month. I haven't had time to check on her. It's not like she can escape anyway. Did something happen?"

Abigail trusted that Teal was telling the truth. She did not have to wait if she wanted to get back at Sasha. But if it's not her, then who did it? "Yes." She told Teal what happened, after which Teal was surprised.

"It's not me, I swear."

"Yeah, I know." Abigail was amused. "But there's no way she won't do anything now that the Kains are in trouble. She thinks she owns the place, and she'd never let anyone torture her little baby girl, especially not me."

"Who did this then?" Teal was worried as well. She still had yet to get back at Sasha, so she hoped that the woman hadn't met her fate. There's something fishy about this.

"No idea. My legs are all better now and you're almost cured of your poison. I'll be going back to the residence in a few days." That was Abigail's goal. Nobody would hurt her since she was the best surgeon in the world, but they might harm Teal now that the Kains were in trouble. They had become friends over the last month and she would like to keep Teal out of trouble if she could help it.

Teal did not really mind and teased, "Well, someone's missing her husband."

"What? You got a problem with that? I have someone to smooch now."

Abigail took the tease in stride, but Teal felt a little miffed. I did not need to hear that. "Yeah, smooch your husband and please spare me the details."

Abigail smiled. "I'm not in a hurry. Besides, Emma is going to stay at your place for a bit. I'll pick her up once I've resolved the Kains' problems. I don't have anywhere I can keep her at the moment."

"Don't you have rooms in Allie's Garden?"

"I don't want anyone making a mess in my place. It's where I smooch my husband."

Teal fell silent. Great. I should not have asked her that. "I see. I've been busy at work lately. Gotta go on a business trip this afternoon. She can stay if she wants. I'm okay as long as you're fine with it. But why do you even care about the Kains? It's not like they cared about you," she asked. Beating about the bush was not her style.

Abigail answered, "I'm a bit of a pushover, I guess. Philip isn't that evil and Emma is just a bumbling fool. Besides, I'm also a part of the family."

Teal decided to stay quiet. It's her choice.

Abigail hung up and decided that she would see Greg. She knew someone was behind this whole mess, and the Reeves were involved too. He would be the best source for information and clues. She

also wanted to see him because she missed him.

They did meet up a lot in games and video calls. He would sometimes come over to give her food too, but she would rather they stayed together. Besides, they had been abstaining for the last month. Now that she was getting better, she started getting the urges to see his abs again.

The thought of his sexy abs made her gulp. She could feel herself breathing heavily, and she leered. Abigail came downstairs and looked at the kitchen. Emma was still trying to cook, though the kitchen utensils were everywhere. It was like a battlefield there as she would scream every time she scalded herself or bumped into something.

She teared up and puckered her lips, but she went back to cooking without any complaints.

Abigail was impressed. At least she has some backbone now, unlike how she used to be. Looks like trauma is all she needs to change. I hope it's for the better though. She turned away and left.

Emma had no idea Abigail was there. She was starting to get obsessed with getting this right. It's just cooking. If Abigail can do it, I can do it too! She ignored her pain and suffering just so she could make the food right, so of course she had no idea Abigail was observing her.

Abigail called Greg the moment she left the house. "Where are you?"

Greg worked the whole morning the last few days just so he could have time to play games with Abigail at night. He was even planning to see her after work today. It had been days since he saw her and he wondered how she was doing.

Greg was in the conference room, criticizing the project his employees brought up. He was getting frustrated, but it all went away when Abigail called him. Her voice always soothed his heart, and it delighted him. "Working. Gotta make money for my family."

"Good. I'll be right there."

Greg grinned toothily. He was overjoyed to hear that she was coming. "You're coming over? Are your legs okay now?"

"Yep. What do you want for lunch? I'll get some for you." Abigail looked at the time. It was almost time for lunch, and she did not want to have it at home, especially not when Emma was around. She would rather have it with her husband.

Greg was even happier she wanted to have lunch with him. "It's alright. Just come over. We'll get lunch together."

"Alright." Abigail hung up right away.

Greg could not stop smiling. He noticed the look his employees were giving him, and he said, "It's your lucky day. My wife is coming over, so take this proposal back and redo it. I don't want work getting in the way of my lunch date."

Well, you're the boss, and I'd take not getting yelled at any day. Everyone took a copy of the proposal and left almost immediately.

Then, he lost all interest in work and even borrowed a mirror from his secretary to check himself out, then he sighed. "Man, I am a lot thinner now. Wonder if she'll still love me. And I need to get my hair trimmed. The fringe is covering my eyes."

The secretary had never seen her boss looking so full of himself. Her jaw dropped while her eyes widened.

Greg straightened himself up and looked at his secretary as a frown furrowed his brows. "Don't look at me like that. I don't want my wife to take it the wrong way. I'm a married man. Get any ideas and you're

fired."

The secretary snapped out of it and she felt her back drenched with sweat. "I would never, Mr. Buckley."

"Good." He tossed the mirror back to her and sniffed his sleeve. I reek of sweat. I need to get showered. I have a set of clothes in the waiting room anyway. "And tell the receptionist my wife can come in if she wants. She can wait for me in my office."

Greg went to his office.

The secretary stared at the door as it slowly closed. She was a little scared and frustrated. Wait, at least tell me her name! How am I supposed to know who's your wife? What if we got the wrong person? I don't want to get fired! She was about to knock on the door, but then she heard the sound of running water coming from inside.

His warning was still fresh in her mind and she backed off. I'd better not risk seeing him naked, or he might fire me.

Abigail was surprised to see how large the Buckley Group was. I know he runs a decent business, but this building is way too big. Come to think of it, the four tallest buildings in Harrion belong to him. It's like they're this city's pillars.

She thought he was just a prodigal son, but the more she got to know him, the better she thought he was. No wonder he's one of the four richest lads in this city. She parked her car and went into the building.

"Hi. I'm here for Greg. He's my boyfriend," Abigail told the receptionist who she was.

The receptionist had just received the orders from the secretary to let Abigail in. She immediately led her to the executive elevator, much to Abigail's surprise. I thought she'd ask if I had any appointments. I know I said I'm his girlfriend, but shouldn't she have at least asked me a question? I'll have to tell Greg about this.

She came to the office, and the secretary told her that she could just go in. "Mr. Buckley is waiting for you."

Abigail looked at the secretary silently for a moment. Oh, she's cute. She nodded and went into the office.

Although Abigail thought nothing about it, the secretary felt nervous. Hey, why did she look at me like that? Does she think I have a crush on Mr. Buckley too?

The threat of termination weighed down on the secretary. She took her mirror and makeup remover out before she cleaned her fake double eyelids, eyeshadow, and even her lipstick. Even so, she thought it was still not good enough, so she cleaned all her makeup and revealed what she really looked like. There were dark circles under her eyes since she had worked overtime the night before. I can't care less. I'd do anything as long as Mr. Buckley and his girlfriend think that I don't have any ideas about him. I don't want to get fired.

Abigail had no idea that just happened. Greg was nowhere to be seen in his office, but she heard the sound of water coming from the waiting room. He's showering at this hour? Is something wrong? She went to the waiting room and opened the door without even hesitating, and what she saw shocked her.