Not One, But Two!

Chapter 4

Troy then brought Emma to Greg, who was seated while he swirled his wine glass. He tipped his head back to take a sip of the wine, the ruby-red liquid sloshing in the glass somehow bringing out his finely-chiseled features. For a moment, Emma was stunned. He's gorgeous!

Greg, however, did not care for such enamored looks. There was a dark gleam in his hawk-like eyes, and the air in the room grew dense and cold as he drawled, "You did a great job hiding, so why did you stop?" His gaze was piercing as he regarded Emma steadily.

Emma shuddered. She couldn't help finding his gaze familiar, for it seemed like she had seen it somewhere before. Just as she scrambled to make a reply, she heard him order lazily, "Roll up your sleeves."

"Huh?" She gaped at him in surprise.

Troy grew terrified that Emma's sluggishness was going to get him into trouble too, especially since patience was not Greg's forte. Thus, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed her arm roughly before rolling up both her sleeves.

In a state of shock, Emma shrieked loudly, "What are you doing?"

Greg frowned at this, and the next moment, Troy stuffed Emma's mouth with a rag.

A strange look came into Greg's eyes as he stared at her bare arms. The air thickened with tension, and it grew more suffocating with each passing second. Emma's heart had leaped to her throat as she waited for the important man to say something, and her palms were sweaty.

Suddenly, Greg took a sip of his red wine and broke into a small smile. The tension in the room dissipated at once as he announced, "I'm done. Send Miss Kain back."

"Huh?" This time, it was Troy who was astonished. Are we just going to let her go like this? But when he met Greg's sharp and bemused gaze, he shivered and quickly released Emma. "Apologies for man-handling you earlier, Miss Kain. Follow me, please," he stated.

to understand what was going on. By the time she registered the fact that she would not

was greeted by Philip and Sasha. This was

was stolen, but judging by the affable way Greg treated her earlier, the ring might still have

opportunity like this for me. If Greg believes me to be the real thing, then I have a good chance of bagging him!

his wine glass. He tipped his head back to take a sip of the wine, the ruby-red liquid sloshing in the glass somehow bringing out his finely-chiseled features. For a moment, Emma was

track down Abigail no matter what it takes! I want her to disappear from the face

but little did they know that she was already tucked away inside a smuggling ship, crying over a lab report she was holding in

the smuggling ship had strict requirements for passengers to produce a full health report, she would never have learned of her pregnancy. She thought back to the month when she was locked away

can I be a mother now? I don't

her all the way out

alabaster skin, looking like a walking porcelain doll who made everyone take a second glance. She was wearing a baseball cap and she had a lollipop in her mouth, but there was mud on her pretty dungarees.

once, and when the mastiff in the villa heard the familiar sound, it quickly gave a soft

look and flipped it off before pushing open the door

land on

Arianna stood up huffily and turned to

that Arianna had a pair of spectacles perched on her little nose bridge. When she

and snapped nonchalantly, "Those punks were asking for it! They knew they couldn't beat me in a fight, but they went on to call me a mongrel and made fun of me for not

flicked. She was about to say something when she heard the line about Alissa being a fatherless mongrel, which would by extension apply to her as well. She paused before sighing and pointed out in resignation, "You'll get an earful from

that case, go and fetch me some new clothes. Now!" Alissa impatiently shoved her