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?

lesson, he dared not say anything bad about Abigail in front of Greg, only taking a step forward. "Mr.

meant by 'clip'. However, she just quirked

kept a constant watch on Abigail, and his voice couldn't help frosting up 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

Greg was enraged.

fallen on his head? Why

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

too, sensed Jeb's animosity

had they ever met before this. So why would

be that he's in love with

No… Is he?!

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

man held a deep

leading Jeb

and get your a*s to the

rendered

Buckley

what have I done

You have a problem with

choice but to yield in the face of

up and

he shouldn't stay when his boss had already put it

other hand, couldn't

the hell had she

did she end up being

that Greg had sent Jeb away for fear that his right-hand man

this Jeb guy meant a lot to

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

stick her nose into some businesses,

before her eyes was

she bother herself with

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

shouldn't have soiled your hands for such

Why do you say so?" Her reply surprised him a

tools for making money, but Greg, this is their family affair. Aren't you being a little

that, he explained, "His daughter begged me with her life. I

she asked, "His

Her only condition:

the gist

her

Greg's business was. Selling her life away to him would mean that she had completely given up on herself.

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

Greg quirked his brow slightly in

that bloody man, who had wanted to ask for

you want?" His

a scalpel slid out from

what it's like to be

she wielded her scalpel, and the

reeling, she had already returned to

them chuck him somewhere 'nice'. The world isn't short of freaks. There will surely be someone who would like