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.

that she would not be held captive, she was already escorted out of the Buckley

Philip and Sasha.

ring might still have its uses. The thought of becoming Mrs. Buckley

for me. If Greg believes me to be the real thing, then I have a good

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.

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

out all over the city in hopes of locating Abigail, but little did they know that she was already tucked away inside a smuggling ship, crying over a lab report she

a full health report, she would never have learned of her pregnancy. She thought back to the month when she was locked

I be a mother now? I don't even know who

helplessness followed her all the way

made everyone take a second glance.

heard the familiar sound, it quickly gave a

it off before pushing open the door into the living room. "Aria,

them to land on Arianna, the little girl sitting

up huffily and turned to glower at the other

set them apart was that Arianna had a pair of spectacles perched on her little nose bridge. When she saw the mud stains on Alissa's clothes, she frowned. "Did you get

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

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

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