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?

learned his lesson, he dared not say anything bad about Abigail in front of Greg, only taking a step forward. "Mr. Buckley, what should we do with this guy? Clip

meant by 'clip'. However, she just quirked her

voice couldn't help frosting up when he saw that she had only quirked her brows. "Or should we throw him into the refugee

Greg was enraged.

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

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

too, sensed Jeb's animosity

other, nor had they ever met before this. So why would he

he's in

No… Is he?!

second glance at

man held a

Greg bellowed, leading Jeb

things and get your a*s to the northern

words rendered Jeb

Mr. Buckley just

what have

You have a problem with my

but to yield in the face of Greg's coercion. "No,

pack up and

when his boss had already put it like that.

other hand, couldn't

had she

did she end up being

for fear that

this Jeb guy meant

mumbled to Abigail, "This guy sold his wife and daughter to 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 life whatsoever. If my ushers hadn't found her in time, she would've long kicked the bucket. Do you think such a

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

her eyes was a true

bother herself with

probably never bothered to explain to anyone, but

shouldn't have soiled your hands for such a

Why do you say so?"

bloody man's sleazy manner and said coldly, "It's indeed infuriating that he sees his wife and daughter as nothing but tools

but after that, he explained, "His daughter begged me

she asked, "His daughter passed

life to me. Her only condition: kill her

the

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

mumbling, "Actually, sometimes, it's even more of a punishment for someone to live than to kill

quirked his brow

who had wanted to ask for help at first,

want?"

scalpel slid out

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

she wielded her scalpel, and the man howled in

reeling, she

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