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?

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

Jeb meant by

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 might get in trouble

Greg was enraged.

usually pretty reliable. Had a brick fallen on his head?

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

too, sensed Jeb's animosity toward

had they ever met before this. So why would he repudiate her

he's in

No… Is he?!

couldn't help taking a second glance at Jeb, coincidentally meeting his sinister

that this man held a deep grudge against

Greg bellowed, leading Jeb to

and get your a*s to

words rendered Jeb

Buckley just

what have I done

You have a problem

yield in the face of Greg's

pack up and

stay when his boss had already put it like that.

on the other hand, couldn't help feeling

the hell had she ever done to

she end up

she understood that Greg had sent Jeb away for fear that his right-hand man would have a

guy meant a

Greg 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

nose into some businesses, she was truly relieved that she looked away this

man before her eyes was a

bother herself with such

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

"You shouldn't have soiled your hands for

so?" Her reply surprised

and daughter as nothing but tools for making money, but Greg, this is their family affair. Aren't you being a

that, he explained, "His daughter begged me with

she asked, "His daughter

to me. Her only condition:

the

her life

girl knew what Greg's business was. Selling her life away 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,

couldn't help feeling bad for this girl, mumbling, "Actually, sometimes, it's even more of a punishment

Greg quirked his brow slightly

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

you want?" His

slid out

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

that, she wielded her scalpel, and the

people around her were still reeling, she had already

be someone who would like to have a go at him."