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.

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

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

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

his face deepened as he kept

interesting after Emma showed up at the restaurant. Greg knew how to read lips, so he could clearly make out what she was saying to Abigail in

the nerve to go up to Abigail and curse in her face, after all he did to

if

exiled to the North Pole. He was just about to phone her up and ask if she had any plans to get back at her stepsister when he

into it, and he straightened up in his seat

a plane? Where is she going? Doesn't she know she's still injured? Is she seriously going to just leave her two daughters here while she whisks them away to some unknown

hear a sweet automated female voice informing him that Abigail had her phone

"Let me know which flight Abigail Kain is taking, where the flight is bound for, and whether

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

Marona, and the plane

she was already on her merry way to Marona, Greg said icily, "Get me on

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

"Yes, Mr. Buckley."

that and instead sped over to the airport to

outside the airport that he suddenly remembered he had yet

promptly took out his phone again, and this time, he gave Blake Lowry a call. "Hey, Blake.

"What is it?"

I was wondering if you could help

other line, Blake frowned in confusion. "You run a company in the industry, too. Why

"Just help me out."

Blake said, then hung up

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

he boarded the plane with peace

so many things at once. When the plane touched down, she

as he said in hushed tones, "Have someone follow her. I don't ever want to see

dawdle, his assistant immediately did as he was

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

came to mind was the man whom

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

you stop at that alleyway over there and let me