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.

her and left for the study, whereupon he saw

this is what her real life is like,

of everything. There was even a confident smile on her lips that made her little face even

that rolled up on her screen like a long, unending

still gave Arianna a

tabs, and when Greg peered at the screen, he saw his company's secret files pulled up before him. As though remembering something, he muttered absentmindedly, "The

any of the files. Here, I'll restore them for you right away," Arianna said,

fault. She had been the one who pulled up every single file there was in Greg's company's archive to prepare for a full-on retaliation in the event he was doing Abigail wrong. Arianna was

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

You can go right ahead and practice to

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 teach me about this stuff. Allie and I had lessons together at first, but she got bored, so I

kids! At the thought of that woman, he began to wonder if she was still angry with him. Suddenly inspired, he asked Arianna with glittering eyes, "Darling, do you think you could help me

"Hmm?"

now, so could you hack into the security system at her place and let me

widened when she heard this.

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

think my Mommy wouldn't know if someone hacked into

good hacker, aren't you?" he urged,

not to mention so adorably naive. With another sigh, she pointed out, "Daddy, you

how the formation of geniuses had anything to do with

head, then said, "You can ask Allie for help. She

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

high and dry in the study, and

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

I can pay you if that's what you want," Greg

at him steadily. "Daddy, are you really this clueless,

"What?"

genius. Where do you think Aria and I got it from? You? I probably got your strength and your fighting instincts, but that's all there is." After

Is that woman a computer genius? Seriously? Isn't she supposed

someone look into Abigail's background.

not go back to sleep after Greg had trespassed

about how sneaky Greg was behaving earlier, like he was some

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