Not One, But Two!

Chapter 78

Abigail's voice was like ice as she pointed out, "Sir, you're in my seat."

The man who had taken her seat took off his shades to reveal a pair of eyes that marked him as a typical heartbreaker. He was intimidating and somewhat hostile as he cast her a cursory look, then barked, "Shut up, will you?" With that, he put on his shades once more and went back to his nap.

Abigail scoffed. There had to be something wrong with modern society if anyone could speak so rudely, even after taking another person's seat on a plane.

She didn't want to waste her breath on him. She was already having a bad day, and now this man was acting high and mighty with her, even though he was clearly in the wrong. Growing sick and tired of having to deal with scumbags, she decided to strike against the man first.

However, the man had likely trained in close combat, for with lightning reflexes, he pulled out the dagger he had under his coat and jabbed it in her direction.

This stoked Abigail's rage. A dark look passed over her face as she dodged the dagger and flicked out her scalpel from where she tucked it under her sleeve.

The man hadn't expected a delicate woman like her to carry around a scalpel. He couldn't dodge in time, and the tip of the blade scraped his cheek. Blood beaded from the wound and released a coppery scent into the air.

"Damn you!" he cursed aloud, the hostility he emanated causing the air in the plane to drop to freezing temperatures.

But Abigail was not the least bit frightened by his outburst. She scoffed icily and kicked out her leg without warning.

The man was forced to stand up to dodge her attack.

At the sight of this, Abigail seized her chance and promptly sat down in the now-vacated seat. "Now isn't this much better? You should have done this minutes ago instead of picking on a little woman like me. Who would have known that behind that pretty face lies such an ungentlemanly spirit?"

Having mocked him, she fished out her eye mask and pulled it over her head. She didn't care that the man was fuming and staring daggers at her.

Needless to say, the man was furious. This was the first time he had been wounded by a woman, but before he could get her back for what she did, the person next to him intervened. "Young Master Ethan, we can't make a scene here, not while we're still in Harrion. Remember, this is Mr. Buckley's territory."

While the other person spoke softly, Abigail could still hear what he said. Mr. Buckley? As in, Greg Buckley? Does this guy know Greg? No, wait. They might not be friends. The other person who spoke to him sounded a little wary when he mentioned Greg.

She found herself thinking about the attempted assassination on Greg that took place not too long ago.

Peeling off a corner of her eye mask, she made sure that the man who took her seat was not looking her way and quickly snapped a picture of him on her phone. Then, she sent it to Greg.

She had done her part, and Greg could do with the update of what he would, but it wouldn't concern her at all.

With that in mind, she put on her eye mask and got some shut-eye.

Meanwhile, Greg did not go home straight away. After leaving Swanson Hut, he gave the manager of the restaurant a ring. "Send me the footage from Jonathan and Abigail's dinner."

Greg was the man who owned Swanson Hut behind the scenes, and naturally, the manager dared not offend him. He hastily retrieved the footage and sent it like he was told to.

the footage, Greg stopped by the side of the road and clicked

what he could tell, Abigail was impassive throughout the dinner, but Jonathan's puppy-like devotion was a difficult act to watch. Greg began to wonder if his useless nephew was actually considering a reconciliation with Abigail. Doesn't

for manipulating the DNA test results the last time, and now here he was, witnessing the young man pining after the mother of his children. What is he thinking? Does he want to become a stepfather to my daughters?

deepened as he kept his eyes on

restaurant. Greg knew how to read lips, so he could clearly make out what she was saying to Abigail in the

woman's crazy, he thought of the former. He couldn't believe that she had the nerve to go up to Abigail and

Abigail intended to do about Emma. He had to admit that he felt a little guilty. After all, if he hadn't suggested they let Emma out of the holding cell, maybe she would never have barged into

all, even if Abigail wanted to have Emma exiled to the North Pole. He was just about to phone her up and ask if she had

he straightened up in his seat when he saw the picture she had sent

doing in Harrion? Wait! He zoomed in on the details of the background and narrowed his eyes. Did she take this picture on a plane? Where is she going? Doesn't she know

him as he called her phone, only to hear a sweet automated female voice

which flight Abigail Kain is taking, where the

importantly, heaven knew what might happen to them if they refused to

bound for Marona, and

that she was already on her merry way to Marona, Greg said icily,

he made another one to Troy. "I need to get out of the country for an emergency. Keep an eye on my mom and my daughters; make sure they're comfortable. Give me a call if anything happens. Leo can handle the matters over at the company for now, but ask

"Yes, Mr. Buckley."

away after that and instead sped over to the airport to catch

he had rolled to a stop outside the airport that he suddenly remembered he had yet to deal with Emma and

time, he gave Blake Lowry a call. "Hey, Blake. I need you to do me

"What is it?"

so I was wondering if you could help me teach

other line, Blake frowned in confusion. "You run a company in the industry, too. Why do you need me to help

"Just help me out."

then hung up

smirk on his lips as he thought, I can't be the one to make a move against them. He was the Godfather figure that ruled from the dark shadows; if he were to strike, then it would be the

done all this, he boarded the plane

one picture would set off so many things at once. When the plane touched down, she got out of the flight without even sparing Ethan a

narrowed his eyes dangerously at her retreating figure. A wicked look passed over his face as he said in hushed tones, "Have someone follow her. I don't ever want to see that woman ever

dawdle, his assistant immediately did as he was

Abigail hailed a taxi to take her to the hospital she worked at, but that was when she noticed that there was a car tailing her. A dark look flashed in her eyes at the realization. She was never one who got on anyone's bad side that

only person that came to mind was the man whom she

that an adult man was petty enough to come after her just because she made him

alleyway over there and let me get down?" As she said this, she