Not One, But Two!

Chapter 199

"What is it? Do you have something you need to do?" Abigail asked as she looked at Greg inquisitively.

"I need to take this call—company matters. Get some rest."

"Okay." She didn't press any further and closed her eyes.

Greg left the room with his phone, and when he was sure that he was out of earshot, he put the call through and said, "Speak."

"Mr. Buckley, Hugh was dropped off at Dock Number Three and loaded onto a ship. As of now, he's already left Harrion," Benjamin informed on the other line.

Greg's gaze darkened as he asked, "Whose men were behind this?"

"I'm not sure. They came out of nowhere, and they weren't from Harrion. These men are trained in combat according to the reports I've received, so I'm assuming they belong to a gang, though I don't know which. That said, we're sure that they don't work for Hugh because the way they treated him was rough and borderline disrespectful," Benjamin replied, having paid close attention to the men at the dock.

"Got it. Keep an eye on this, and as for the other thing I had you look into, have you found anything of substance?"

Benjamin paused when he heard Greg's grave tone, and as sudden realization dawned upon him, he said in hushed tones, "Yes, I have. Hugh's forces have been traced back to Seaferon; he's been an orphan for most of his life, but he was adopted alongside three other children by someone who went by the name Old Mr. Cautel. Now, these four kids are each in charge of different territories throughout Seaferon. Apparently, Hugh has recently gotten into a dispute with his second brother. Things got ugly between them, and the ambush today as well as Hugh's defeat and subsequent escape from Rorea were presumably his brother's doing."

After Benjamin relayed all the information that he had dug up on Hugh, Greg's lips curled up in a smile. An enemy of an enemy is a friend, Greg thought deviously. "Run a background check on this second brother and let me know the details. I plan on working together with him."

"Yes, Mr. Buckley," Benjamin agreed readily.

Then, Greg looked in the direction of the bedroom where Abigail was supposedly resting and felt a twinge of guilt. He didn't want to let her know of the things he had planned on doing to Hugh just yet.

"Come over to Allie's Garden and keep an eye on my girlfriend while I go out," he said to Benjamin over the phone.

Benjamin was admittedly stunned by the request at first, but he dared not question his superior and immediately drove over to the house.

It was only after Benjamin had arrived that Greg grabbed his keys and left.

Meanwhile, Abigail had planned on pretending to fall asleep at first, but the softness of the bed or perhaps her exhaustion eventually pulled her into slumber.

By the time she stirred from sleep, she noticed that Greg had left the house.

At that moment, she received a text from her subordinate informing her that Hugh had officially left Harrion, and it was only then that her heart felt as if it had been cut free of its suspension.

Now that one of her problems had been solved, relief washed over her. She straightened her clothes and got out of bed, whereupon she realized that her ankle was feeling much better. In fact, she could even put her weight on that foot without wincing in pain.

As such, she tentatively took a couple of steps, and when she was sure that she could manage walking, she crossed over to the door and opened it.

Just then, she was suddenly reminded of the fact that she had a pet feline at home.

to death after missing out on meals for the

the living room with that in mind, but when she saw Benjamin sitting

day, Ma'am," Benjamin greeted immediately as he stood

waved her hand dismissively and said, "There's no need for formalities. I'm going back to

Buckley has ordered me to keep an eye on you,"

nodded when she heard this. Greg seemed truly worried about her, and she didn't want to refuse his gesture. "Here, you're going to have to help me cross the lawn because I can't really walk on my own

up to Abigail and grabbed her

next door. When Snowdrop registered her return,

"Hungry? Come on, let's

dish had already been filled up. When she remembered that Hugh was the last person to

locksmith and get him

skeptically, "Ma'am, is the lock broken or

will not question the orders given to him by his superior, got

surprise at first, but he quickly nodded and called up

thinking about Troy. Then, she recalled what Cody had said to her earlier that morning at the hospital. What could have possibly made Greg so devastated that he would go out to drink away his

her. "Benjamin, do you know where Troy is right now?" she

answered, "I think Mr. Buckley has put him in a

so?" Abigail pressed as she gazed at the assistant

replied, "I don't know. I heard that he made a mistake and Mr. Buckley transferred him out as

ages, and he's way past making mistakes. Unless, of course,

"Can you track him down or get in touch

I don't really

be telling the truth or trying to hide it from Abigail, but right now, she couldn't be bothered by it. Even more so, she could sense the wariness from his somewhat evasive demeanor. It looks like Troy

carried Snowdrop in her arms and was about to bring it back to Greg's, but she decided against it

some files.

with a nod, but he did

sure she was safe at all times. However, seeing as they were at her place and coupled with the

chivalrous—move on Benjamin's part, and it made him a better assistant than Troy in

seat and headed into the study. After turning on her laptop, she quickly

job you recommended to me is awesome. All I do is

and while he was keeping up the conversation, he tried to search and track her IP

in having a meal with you, and don't even bother trying to track my IP address. Do you

a wave of frustration crushing over him. True enough, he had tracked her IP address to some foreign server, which

each other for a while now, so I don't see why we can't meet up in person. I wouldn't mind if you're hideous or something,' he reassured, thinking that King only refused his invitation

replied, 'You're overthinking this—I'm actually prettier

meet up and