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?

Greg, only taking a step forward. "Mr. Buckley, what should we do with

She naturally knew what Jeb meant by

into the refugee camp and let him fend for himself? I think we should just chuck

Greg was enraged.

reliable. Had a brick fallen on his head? Why did he

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

too, sensed Jeb's

baffled. She and Jeb had no beef with each other, nor had they

it be that he's in love with

No… Is he?!

at Jeb, coincidentally meeting his

man held a

Greg bellowed, leading Jeb to shudder in

your

rendered Jeb

Mr. Buckley

Buckley, what have

have a problem with

to yield in the

up and

when his boss had already put it like that. After nodding, he

other hand, couldn't

hell had she

end up

for fear that his right-hand man would have

this Jeb guy

this club of mine as escorts, and all the money they earned for the day would 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 for his daughter's

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

before her eyes was a true

she bother herself with

bothered to explain to anyone, but because that someone was her,

"You shouldn't have soiled your hands

Why do you say so?" Her reply

said coldly, "It's indeed infuriating that he sees his wife and daughter as nothing but tools for making money, but Greg,

little aback, but after that, he explained, "His daughter begged

she asked, "His

life to me. Her only condition: kill her

the

sold her life to

had completely given up on

sometimes, it's even more

quirked his

to ask for help at first, but upon seeing her gaze, he

want?"

out from Abigail's

a taste of what it's like to be f*cked until you

she wielded her scalpel, and the man

still reeling,

him somewhere 'nice'. The world isn't short of freaks. There will surely be someone who would like to have a go at him."