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.

Greg stopped by the side of the road and

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 he know that she's already a mother to my twin

time, and now here he was, witnessing the young man pining after the

his face deepened as he kept his eyes on the

read lips, so he could clearly make out what she was saying to Abigail

of the former. He couldn't believe that she had the nerve to go up to Abigail and curse in her face, after all

he felt a little guilty. After all, if he hadn't

wanted to have Emma exiled to the North Pole. He was just about to phone her up and ask if she had any plans to

it, and he straightened up in his seat

eyes. Did she take this picture on a plane? Where is she going? Doesn't she know she's still injured? Is she seriously going to just leave

twinge of anger seized him as he called her phone, only to hear a sweet automated

number for the airline company. "Let me know which flight Abigail Kain is

was the fourth young master of Harrion. He could command the weather if he wanted, and naturally, the airline company didn't want to get on his bad side. More importantly, heaven knew what might happen to them if they refused to heed his orders. They had to oblige him no matter what, and it didn't take them long to give him the information

bound for Marona, and the plane had only just

her merry way to Marona, Greg said icily, "Get me on the next flight bound for the same

for an emergency. Keep an eye on my mom and my daughters; make sure they're

"Yes, Mr. Buckley."

away after that and instead sped

the airport that he suddenly remembered he had yet to deal with Emma and

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

"What is it?"

nerves recently, so I was wondering if

Blake frowned in confusion. "You run a company in the industry, too. Why do you need me to help you out with something like

"Just help me out."

said, then hung up

his nose, and there was a 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

all this, he boarded the plane with peace of

no idea that one picture would set off so many things at once. When the plane

his face as he said in hushed tones, "Have someone follow her. I don't

his assistant immediately did as he

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 easily, and given her identity, most people tended to fight to get into her good graces. Who would bear a grudge

mind was the man whom she had attacked

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

me get down?" As she said this, she paid the driver his