Not One, But Two!

Chapter 151

"Yes, Sir!"

Would any of them even dare say anything else?

Jeb had even gotten punished for it. Were any of them any more favored than him?

Everyone might have said their yeses, but it was only because Greg coerced them into it.

Everyone knew he had loved Genevieve for a decade, but never once had he brought her here.

This woman, on the other hand, had only known Mr. Buckley for days, and she had already badgered him into taking her to the red-light district!

Hence, Greg's men all thought Abigail had ulterior motives, or perhaps her sole objective in approaching their boss was to infiltrate the red-light district!

Of course, the notion came solely from their assumption that it was Abigail herself who wanted to come.

And among them, Jeb had the biggest bone to pick with her.

What else can she do apart from seducing Mr. Buckley with her body? And now she thinks she can get us to call her Ma'am? Dream on!

Learning his lesson, he said nothing aloud but merely lowered his head, letting a hint of rage flash in his slightly narrowed eyes.

He got the punishment because of this woman, and he would make sure she paid for it one day.

Abigail didn't know what exactly Greg's men were thinking, but she could still tell who genuinely accepted her and who only agreed superficially but actually despised her.

However, she couldn't care less as she wouldn't come here often anyway. It was merely Greg's stance to show her his most deadly kryptonite. Never had she wished that he would bring her here.

So she genuinely didn't care what his men thought about her.

Abigail tugged on Greg's sleeve, smiling faintly. "Alright, no need to get upset over something so minor. How come I never realized you're this petty?"

Greg was truly pissed.

He couldn't believe these bunch of b*stards dared to think of Abigail like that! It was ridiculous!

At that, he held her hand, his voice much gentler now. "Sorry you had to experience this."

"What's there to be sorry about? I'm good. Don't overthink." Abigail hurriedly comforted him. However, she was touched.

Just then, someone approached them, dragging a moribund man that looked to be in his forties to fifties.

Abigail recognized him. He was the bloody man who stopped their car when they first arrived.

She frowned but said nothing.

She knew what kind of business Greg was doing here in the red-light district. What was more, it would indeed be inappropriate for her to speak up blindly when she didn't know the full story.

Finally, when Jeb could just barely get up, he saw Abigail taking a step back, seemingly having no intention of helping this bloody man. He couldn't help feeling even more disdainful of this woman.

Hmph, what did he say? This woman's heart was made of stone!

Wouldn't women commonly intercede when they saw someone beaten up like this? It would show how kindhearted she was, no?

However, this woman did nothing and even took a step back, clearly wanting no part of this. So how could such a woman be worthy of Mr. Buckley?

say anything bad about Abigail in front of Greg, only taking a step forward. "Mr. Buckley, what should we do with this

wasn't an idiot. She naturally knew what Jeb meant by 'clip'. However, she just quirked her brow,

when he saw that she had only quirked her brows. "Or should we throw him into the refugee camp and let him fend for himself? I think we should just chuck him out. After all, you might get in trouble if someone dies at this time, Mr.

Greg was enraged.

usually pretty reliable. Had a brick fallen on

remind you of your place." Greg's tone was sub-zero, and it got the hair on the

sensed Jeb's animosity toward

Jeb had no beef with each other, nor had they ever met before

he's in love

No… Is he?!

a second glance at

man held a deep grudge against

bellowed, leading Jeb

and get your a*s to the northern

rendered Jeb

Buckley just exiled

Buckley, what have

have a

in the face of Greg's coercion.

pack up and

boss had already put it like that. After nodding,

other hand, couldn't help feeling

she

did she end up

fear that his right-hand man would

Jeb guy

become his chip for betting. A few days ago, he brought two men to his daughter and even let them defile her. Then, the two men gave him money, and he walked away with it, having no care

shouldn't stick her nose into some businesses, she was truly relieved that she

bloody man before her eyes was

bother

probably never bothered to explain to anyone, but because that someone was her, he

that, Abigail mumbled, "You shouldn't have soiled your hands for

so?" Her reply surprised him

and daughter as nothing but tools for making money, but Greg, this

he explained,

"His daughter

she sold her life to me. Her only condition: kill

the

her life

to him would mean that she had completely given up on herself. Whether she was to become a hooker or an assassin in the future, it wouldn't be

for this girl, mumbling, "Actually, sometimes, it's even more of a punishment for

his

who had wanted to ask for help at first, but upon seeing her

do you want?" His voice

slid out from Abigail's

it's like to be

her scalpel, and the man

around her were still reeling, she had already returned

world isn't short of freaks. There will surely be someone who would like to