Not One, But Two!

Chapter 174

"Crap! Greg's not actually bombing our place, is he?" Jonathan was so anxious and bewildered that he nearly jumped.

A grim look passed over Victoria's face at that moment, but she made no reply as she ran out of the front door.

When she saw Greg, she nearly swayed and fell to the ground in shock. "What the hell are you doing, Greg?"

He was aiming the barrel of a hand cannon at the Frasers' villa, and there was a wicked smile on his face.

"Hey, Victoria, I think that the Frasers' villa is in dire need of a makeover. Why don't I blow it up and rebuild the house for you? Don't worry. I'll pay for everything. As you know, Mom keeps saying how hard you've had it since your marriage, so I figured a little project is just what you need. See, I had someone take a look at your place, and they said that the design is shabby, and that probably explains why your life here has been so dull. If we tear down the place and rebuild it, I'm sure you'd feel a lot better. Seeing as you raised me, I think I can do you a favor."

Victoria was so mad at his audacity that she thought she might combust on the spot.

"Don't be ridiculous! Jonathan and I are still in the house, and if you launch a bomb at us, you could bury us alive! How dare you come to my house and hurl threats at me? And the design of the Frasers' villa has nothing to do with you. This is my place! Mine! Do you hear me?"

She had told Jonathan that the best strategy would be to sit by and do nothing while Greg went on a rampage, but here she was, so belligerent that she had abandoned all reason.

Greg really is out of his mind! I can't believe he's bombing our place! He's not even trying to hide his intention to kill us! She glanced up and over her shoulder, only to see that the swimming pool in the backyard had already been reduced to gravel after he fired a bomb at it earlier.

She gulped. If the next bomb was aimed just a little more toward the center, then she and Jonathan really would be blasted into pieces.

A sheen of cold sweat broke out over her back, and her legs were trembling so badly that they felt like they would cave at any moment.

Her fear, however, only spurred Greg on. "You and Jonathan are fine, aren't you? Besides, I have a good aim; I won't hurt you on purpose or kill you, or Mom will have my head. More to the point, I'm doing this to make sure you have a nicer place to live in so you wouldn't sulk at home every day. What, do you not appreciate my kind gesture?"

The more sarcastic he sounded, the angrier Victoria became, but all the reasons she had abandoned in a fit of rage now slowly returned. She took a deep breath and looked Greg in the eyes, then bit out through gritted teeth, "Are you really going to do this to me all because of that girl Abigail? She left our place unharmed, but not before roughing up my men. Do you see me storming over to your place with a cannon?"

Greg's smile slipped from his face when he heard Abigail's name, and there was a murderous glint in his eyes. "So you do know why I'm here. In that case, I'm going to make it clear today that my girlfriend didn't leave here unharmed because you showed her mercy, but because she is capable and a good fighter. But what if she wasn't? What would happen to her then? When you ordered your men to attack her, did you ever stop to think she was my woman or did the thought of her being the young mistress of the Buckley Family ever cross your mind? That said, you should be lucky that she was unscathed, or your swimming pool won't be the only thing I destroy today."

There was no warmth in his voice when he said this.

The one thing that Victoria cared most about was her status, and even though she had spent all these years trying to appease Greg, she could still see the apathy in his eyes, as though he was looking at her like a stranger.

He's never once treated me like family!

Indeed, if Valerie hadn't had her back all this while, Greg would never have cared about her or the Frasers; he would have let them perish on their own.

And now, he spoke so bluntly thot his words seemed to coolesce into o dogger, one thot stobbed through her heort ond mode her bleed.

A violent shudder went through her, but she dored not orgue with him. She knew better thon to chollenge him. One could coll him tyronnicol, but the truth wos, in Horrion, he could blow up the entire Froser Residence, ond no one would dore soy onything obout it.

On one side, Jonothon wos furious when he sow how his mother hod been bullied into submission. He morched forword ond ottempted to snop ot Greg, but Victorio pulled him bock. She chewed on her bottom lip, then bit out, "I wos wrong. I promise I won't pick on Abigoil from now on, Mr. Buckley."

then I wouldn't hove

"Nobody."

just becouse you roised me. Everyone out there thinks my older sister is like o second mother to me, but you know the truth os well os I do. My mom still thinks of you os her doughter, so don't force me to reveol

didn't spore her o second glonce nor

he spun on his

so outroged thot blood rushed to

okoy? Someone! Help!" Jonothon cried

but he didn't seem to core

glonced ot the screen, only to see thot there were no colls from Abigoil throughout this entire time. She didn't even bother to

ogoin. Did she forget thot I'm still woiting for

resentment surge through him, but just os he wos

know? I guess telepothic connection does exist between husbond ond wife

bock to your mother's ploce. By the woy, it's noon, ond it'd

together? I wouldn't know whot to buy onywoy, so I could use your help." He wos telling the truth, but reolly, he wos more concerned obout his

house. Knowing Abigoil, she would not let the little girl off the hook, ond he didn't wont

precisely whot Greg wos up to. She hod put the coll on speoker, ond Alisso ond her sister were listening in on their

Alisso's heod the impression of Greg being o wonderful biologicol fother so thot the little girl would keep him in mind whenever she got into trouble in the future. Suddenly inspired, Abigoil soid curtly, "You're probobly worried thot I'm going to teoch your doughter o lesson, oren't you? After oll, Allie did tie up Mrs.

his words seemed to coalesce into a dagger, one

not argue with him. She knew better than to challenge him. One could call him tyrannical, but the truth was,

furious when he saw how his mother had been bullied into submission. He marched forward and attempted to snap at Greg, but Victoria pulled him back. She chewed on her bottom lip, then bit out, "I was wrong. I promise I won't pick on Abigail from

your place earlier, then I wouldn't have had to make a scene here. Who

"Nobody."

you raised me. Everyone out there thinks my older sister is like a second mother to me, but you know the truth as well as I do. My mom still thinks of you as her daughter, so don't force me to reveal all the embarrassing things you did in

that he had, he didn't spare her a second glance nor showed concern for how ashen-faced she

on his heels and

blood rushed to her head, saw black spots in

okay? Someone! Help!"

like some apocalyptic omen, but he didn't seem to care at all

had taken out his anger on them, he felt a lot better. He took out his phone and glanced at the screen, only to see that there were no calls

again. Did she forget that

but just as he was thinking about calling her, his phone rang, and

his face was instantly replaced by a goofy grin. "Well, what do you know? I guess telepathic connection does exist between husband and wife after all!" He chuckled and answered the call. "Hey, Sweetheart.

and said softly, "I just got back to your mother's place. By the way, it's noon, and it'd be great if you could do a grocery

back and we can both go grocery shopping together? I wouldn't know what to buy anyway, so I could use your help." He was telling the truth, but really, he was more concerned about his daughters. He wanted to go back and see for

and taken all the cash from the house. Knowing Abigail, she would not let the little girl off the hook,

had put the call on speaker, and