Not One, But Two!

Chapter 200

Chapter 200

Blunt as always, Abigail voiced out her thoughts and asked, "Have I offended you in some way?"

Troy was taken aback by her question at first, and his first instinct was to say 'Of course'. However, he held his tongue in the end because he was afraid of Greg, not her.

He had worked for Greg for years, and he knew what the man was like. If he accidentally informed Abigail about something that Greg wanted him to keep secret, he could very well end up losing this crappy job too.

At the thought of this, Troy forced out a tight smile and said, "That's not possible, Dr. Kain. As if a lowly person such as myself could ever try to pick a bone with you."

"In that case, what's with the snide tone?" Abigail demanded icily. She had only called him to ask about Greg, and she thought she was being courteous enough already. It was uncomfortable to be treated like she had done some horrible wrong, and she was never one to put herself in such a position.

Troy grew furious upon sensing her unhappiness, but he suppressed his anger and said in the most placid tone he could muster, "You've misunderstood me, Dr. Kain—I talk like this all the time. Anyway, you said you wanted to meet up with me, right? You can go ahead and set the time and place. As for Mr. Buckley..."

"He doesn't need to know about this," she replied curtly.

When Troy heard this, a smirk curled on his lips. Turns out I was right! "Very well, Dr. Kain. Where should I meet you?"

She paused in thought before answering, "The hospital downtown."

Anastasia's face flashed in her mind as she said this. In a few days' time, Anastasia would be discharged from the hospital, so Abigail figured she could drop by the hospital to visit her. Besides, there were plenty of people in the premises, and if Greg were to find out about her meeting with Troy, she could always say she ran into him.

On the other hand, Troy did not object to the meeting place. "Okay. What time shall we meet?"

"Give me a second." She glanced at the time and saw that it was already 2.00PM. "I'll see you there at 3.30PM at Room 305 on the second floor."

With that, she ended the call.

Anastasia had been transferred to Room 305 as of now, and she was recovering well from her injuries. Abigail considered this and thought about asking Greg to take Anastasia in as an intern at the Buckley Group.

Having done all this, Abigail left the study and made her way downstairs.

When she saw Benjamin sitting on the couch watching the financial news on television, she was slightly stunned. "The financial news? I didn't know you were interested in stuff like that!"

Benjamin quickly got to his feet and said, "Mr. Buckley said that I'd need to stay on top of news like these now that I'm his personal assistant. The Buckley Group is a legitimate business, after all."

"That's true." She nodded before saying, "I'm heading over to the hospital downtown to visit a friend, and you'll be driving me."

that she had sprained her ankle, but he soon remembered that Greg specifically asked him to keep her safe, never once mentioning that her freedom was restricted. With

thought Benjamin was great at

slowly, keeping the speed at forty miles an hour as they cruised steadily down the road. Meanwhile, Abigail didn't rush him

when they finally pulled up outside the hospital, and it wouldn't be long before she'd

help her down from the

to your foot, Dr. Kain?" Anastasia asked. She seemed to be in better spirits now that she was making good progress in her recovery, but she was shocked to

my ankle, that's all. I've come to see how you're holding up, and also to remind you that you'll be released in the next few days. Meanwhile, I'll make arrangements for your internship at Buckley Group after that. Are you ready

might have forgotten about this. She was touched that Abigail had dropped by to

Don't worry, Dr. Kain—I promise I won't let you

it your best shot," Abigail

cut some fruits for you right away," Anastasia said, not wanting

go downstairs to the main entrance and get me a coconut milkshake.

Then, she nodded and dashed

and though she's recovering well enough, I

frowned at this. "If that's the case, why did you make her run

want her to get better as quickly as she can. What, you're not actually worried that I'm in any danger here, are you? We're in

words 'run off', but 'danger'

said nothing about watching her every move. If he insisted on staying here, she

dutifully, "In that case, I'll go with her. Just stay here and get some rest, Ma'am. We'll

Abigail replied with a

had only just left the room when Troy came

figure with a menacing gleam in his eyes while thinking to himself, I can't believe a punk like him has

the door behind him. He glanced at Abigail. As the woman sat next

was an observationist, and she had sensed Troy's hatred for her the moment he stepped into the room. It had only been for a brief second, but she felt it nonetheless. He must really hate my guts, she thought grimly. However, she was still clueless as to what she had done to offend him, unless it was the fact

out to a different territory and asked mildly, "Why did

hid it just as quickly as he replied, "I made some mistakes at work and Mr. Buckley sent me away

mistakes did you

way she pressed him for information. "Dr. Kain, don't you think you're crossing the line here? I know you're Mr. Buckley's girlfriend now, but you're not officially Mrs. Buckley yet. As such, you have no right looking into the company's internal affairs. Alternatively, you can always go and ask Mr. Buckley if you wish to know about anything, and if he won't

said this so acerbically that it was hard for Abigail to ignore his

"Between you and me, who do

"What do you mean?"

Greg that you've been here talking down to me like this, do you think he'd believe your explanation or

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