Not One, But Two!

Chapter 93

"Holy crap! You almost killed me, Abigail!" Greg narrowly dodged the scalpel.

Abigail frowned and asked, "Greg?"

"What do you think? Who else would be able to get into your place?" He was still having palpitations after the scalpel nearly cut him. He eyed the woman incredulously, baffled that she would sleep with her scalpel next to her. This is twisted!

Abigail, on the other hand, had lost all sense of sleep. "What are you doing in my house? And also, did you actually come through the window? For the love of all that's good, Greg, you have quite the makings of a vagrant! May I ask if you're here to assault me or to rob me?"

He was stumped by her question, and a sudden awkwardness hung in the air as he thought, Neither. I came to do neither of those things. But as for why he came in, he didn't think there was a need to tell her anymore.

"I just, uh, came through the wrong door," he offered lamely after a long pause. It was such a ridiculous lie that even he wanted to laugh at himself.

"Hah!" A smirk tugged up the corner of her lips as she let out a sarcastic bark of laughter. "Think you could find the right door now, Mr. Buckley?"

"I'll get going right now." At that moment, Greg swore he had never been quite so embarrassed before.

He returned home after his mishap at Abigail's and was greeted by Alissa, who stood at his bedroom door with her arms crossed. She shook her head as she eyed him with mock disappointment. "You're way too uncool, Daddy."

Greg's pride was taking a hard hit today. He shot her a withering look and asked, "What are you doing here in my bedroom when you should be sleeping?"

"I can't sleep. Can I use your laptop to play some games?" She didn't wait for him to give her the green light before she scrambled into his bed and opened up his laptop.

His brows furrowed. "You know, there's a computer in the study that you can use."

"Aria's using it right now, and she has mad computer skills. She's probably talking to those people over at the Hackers' Guild again." As she said this, Alissa logged onto the gaming platform and started the game.

Suddenly, Greg realized that he had never told her the password to his laptop. How did she access it? He took a step forward and saw her little fingers flying over the keyboard with a swiftness that belied her mastery. A little stunned and overwhelmed by this, he pressed, "Are you a hacker, too?"

Blake's son, Alex Huntington, was already a force to be reckoned with. Who could have thought that I would have a little genius of my own?

Alissa, however, was oblivious to Greg's thoughts as she said plainly, "I'm not really a hacker. I know the basics of it, but Aria's the real master. I think she's even part of the Hackers' Guild."

Greg had heard of the Hackers' Guild. It was a self-established world organization made up of plenty of top hackers, but only a dozen of them were truly acknowledged by and worked for the Guild.

Is my little Aria one of them? Eager to find out more, he asked cautiously, "When you say Aria's part of the Hackers' Guild, do you mean she's in it for fun or if she's actually working together with them?"

Alissa paused, then frowned and said, "I'm not sure, but there are occasions where money will come in for her. We're talking about numbers like a hundred or two hundred thousand here, but we're kids, and we can't have our own savings account. Apparently, Aria hacked into someone else's account and used it for her transactions or something like that. Oh, but Mommy doesn't know about this, so you can't breathe a word, okay, Daddy?" With that, she raised her little pinky finger to him and waited for him to pinky-promise to keep the information a secret.

left for the study, whereupon he saw Aria typing fervently

she was serious, she looked like a whole different person. So this is what her real life

like she was in control of everything. There was even a confident

a long, unending receipt. He was suddenly overjoyed, for as it turned out, his child really was a little genius!

gave Arianna a fright. She jumped

secret files pulled up before

I'll restore them for you right away," Arianna said, blushing like she had

archive to prepare for a full-on retaliation in the event he was doing Abigail wrong. Arianna was only trying to restore these files to the archive when the members of the Hackers'

birthday was fast approaching, Arianna thought this would be a good time to earn some pocket money and get her a present. Little did she know that

extremely pleased as he said, "Oh, no, don't worry about it. You can go right ahead and practice to your little heart's content! By the way, darling,

she added, "She said I couldn't go out playing like the other kids because of my asthma, so she got me a computer to keep me occupied. At some point, I started getting interested in computers, and Mommy decided to hire someone

to wonder if she was still angry with him. Suddenly inspired, he asked Arianna with glittering

"Hmm?"

of made your Mommy angry just now, so could you hack into the security

heard this. "Daddy,

reason, he felt like an idiot in front of his daughter.

actually think my Mommy wouldn't know if someone

aren't you?" he urged, staring

look so helpless before, not to mention so adorably naive. With another sigh, she pointed out, "Daddy, you do know that geniuses don't just naturally become the way they

had anything to do

"You can ask Allie for help. She can hack into a system, too. I'm tired, and I'm

that, the little girl pushed her chair back and leaped down from it. She did not spare Greg a second look as she

left high and dry in the study, and he still couldn't make sense of his daughter's

to Alissa, hoping she would take up his case. But she didn't even consider

if that's what

her game and looked at him steadily. "Daddy, are you really this

"What?"

think Aria and I got it from? You? I probably got your strength and your

a computer genius? Seriously? Isn't she

should have someone look into Abigail's background. It's like she takes me by surprise

Abigail could not go back to sleep after Greg had trespassed into her bedroom and gave her

by the French windows. When she thought about how sneaky Greg was behaving earlier, like he was some kind of

there aside from the constant yellow shine of the street lights. The world seemed peaceful without the hustling and