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?

bad about Abigail in front of Greg, only taking a step forward. "Mr.

by 'clip'. However, she just quirked

the refugee camp and let him fend for himself? I think

Greg was enraged.

brick fallen on his head? Why

enough to remind you of your place." Greg's tone was

sensed Jeb's

baffled. She and Jeb had no beef with each other, nor had they ever met before this. So why

it be that he's

No… Is he?!

second glance at Jeb, coincidentally meeting his sinister gaze, leading her to

this man held a deep

Greg bellowed, leading Jeb to shudder in fright. "Mr.

get your a*s to the northern

words rendered

Buckley just

what have I

You have a problem with my

choice but to yield in the face

up and

he shouldn't stay when his boss had already put it like that. After

the other hand,

had she ever done to

end up

away for fear that his right-hand man would have a

that this Jeb guy meant a lot

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 life whatsoever. If my ushers hadn't found her

businesses,

before her eyes was a

should she bother

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

shouldn't have soiled your hands for such

so?" Her reply surprised

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

that, he explained, "His

she asked, "His daughter

me. Her only condition: kill

got the gist

sold her life

was. Selling her life away to him would mean that she had completely given up on herself. Whether she was to become a

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

quirked his brow

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

want?" His voice

scalpel slid out from

taste of what it's

wielded her scalpel, and the man howled

were still reeling,

of freaks. There will surely be someone who would