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.

By the time she registered the fact that she would not be

Philip and Sasha. This was followed by a sense of excitement

by the affable way Greg treated her earlier, the ring might still have its uses. The thought of becoming Mrs. Buckley filled her with excitement that she couldn't fall

be the real thing, then I have

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.

what it takes! I want her to disappear from the

city in hopes of locating Abigail, but little did they know that she was already tucked away inside a smuggling ship, crying

pregnancy. She thought back to the month when she was locked away in the basement, feeling all weak and nauseous then. Those were

mother now? I

her all the way out to

skin, looking like a walking porcelain doll who made everyone take a second glance. She

villa heard the familiar sound, it quickly gave a soft whimper before it trembled and

a contemptuous look and flipped it off before

kicked off her shoes habitually, only for them to land on Arianna,

and turned

perched on her little nose bridge. When she saw the mud stains on Alissa's clothes, she

while barefooted. Then, she reached out to flick the latter on the forehead 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 having a daddy like them. If I don't teach them a

spot where she had been flicked. She was about to say something when she heard the line about Alissa being a fatherless mongrel, which would by extension apply

and fetch me some new clothes. Now!" Alissa impatiently