Not One, But Two!

Chapter 210

Greg was tormented by how things had blown up between Abigail and Valerie, and when he found out that the girls were at Valerie's place, he sped over to demand she hand them over. Alas, he was too late.

He arrived to find Valerie knocked unconscious. After the butler told him what had happened, Greg began a frantic search for Abigail, but it was a futile effort; she was nowhere to be found.

It was only then that he recalled she still had a cat in the villa over at Allie's Garden. Last he remembered, she had a soft spot for the cat. What is it called again? Snowdrop?

For the first time in his life, Greg carried the cat.

Snowdrop saw that he was a complete stranger and started hissing at him, her hackles standing in a show of hostility. Still, he kept a firm grip on the back of her neck and carried her out of the house, then into his own. He even moved her bed over.

He was sure that Abigail would return sooner or later to feed the cat, seeing as she liked it so much. But if she didn't return and the cat starved to death, Greg would be entirely left without recourse. He might not be a cat person, but he poured cat food into a bowl for the begrudging feline and warned, "Be good, you hear me? Keep to this part of the house and the living room and stay out of everywhere else, especially my bedroom. I swear, if I catch a single fur on my bed or on the floor of my room, I'll throw you into the doghouse."

Snowdrop's ears fell flat against her head as she gave a high-pitched meow, seemingly affronted by his harsh warning.

"Go back into your cage," he bit out. He had no intention of placating the cat. If it weren't for the fact that Abigail liked her so much, he would have thrown her out into the streets. The thought that Hugh had given Snowdrop to Abigail irked Greg to no end, and the sight of the cat herself only agitated him.

Just as he was considering throwing Snowball out of the house, Benjamin's sudden report made him frown. "You found something on Shadow?"

"I did." Benjamin dutifully handed over the information he had compiled.

Greg stiffened upon reading that Abigail was the founder of Shadow. He was the head of Night Assassino, and there was no information about the underworld that he could not get his hands on.

Shadow had been active during the last few years, and their main business was in gathering and selling intelligence, though they did take up side jobs every once in a while. They had a ninety-eight percent performance rate, and while their services were by no means cheap, they had undoubtedly made a name for themselves.

The organization had never had any deals with Night Assassino, nor did the two ever interfere in each other's business.

However, Shadow had helped out Night Assassino on two separate occasions now, which made Greg question their intentions. He was almost sure that altruism had little to do with the favors, and that left him to consider two other possible motives on Shadow's part: they either wanted a collaboration or they had plans on waging war.

Shadow, only to find out that Abigail was the founder all along. How is that even possible? He wanted to believe

was established about four years ago when Abigail

left Hitman Island and used the money from selling intelligence to make ends meet? That makes sense, seeing as it took money to fuel her process of becoming the best surgeon in the world and building up a

hindsight, it was no wonder that she had no interest in his money;

came at a skyrocketing price, and money was not an issue as long as both parties reached a

ship Hugh off, and Addison happened to be the right-hand man of Shadow, delegated with full authority to run operations and management. However, he

once. Abigail was the one who sent Hugh away. She had knocked out a friend whom she'd known for five years and sent him away for me because that's how much she cares about me, and what did I do for her in return? I let my own mother humiliate

look flashed in his eyes as he demanded, "Where is

Willow Lane, and it's registered in Addison's

he heard Benjamin's report. Finding Addison

to the door, saying, "Have the accountant compile all Buckley Group records and hand them over to the vice president and a few executives, then send the documents over to Old Madam Buckley. From now on, I will

at first. "Then what will you do, Mr. Buckley? Where will you go after you

to become a househusband and let my darling become my pillar of support. Do you see how much money she's making? There's no point in me working my butt off when

could be an achievement for the leader of Night Assassino and the president of Buckley Group to give up such glory in favor of

He had only just been promoted to assistant, but he would be redundant if Greg really were to quit the company. Oh, no, that will not happen under my watch! I'm better off following Greg. Surely he'll still need an assistant and be able to pay

the car as well so that he could take off after Greg, only to receive a text from him. 'Stay home and take care of that damn cat. If she loses an ounce of weight, it will be on your

twitched, and he wondered if this text meant he was going to work as an officer for kitten duty from now on. If that were the case, it would be a considerable step down from his assistant job. But as

car rolled to a stop in Willow Lane; sure enough, Addison's car

Still, things had been complicated, especially with Valerie being determined to hunt her and her children down. She wanted to avoid a direct confrontation with them, so she decided to drop by Addison's place in hopes of

Addison had yet to come home from whatever errand

living room and saw that Addison was still reading old books as usual. She had only

that sounds like an awful lot like Greg's sports car? Abigail shook her head, smiling bitterly as she went on to read the books. Just then, she heard the sound of the engine

the all-too-familiar set of footsteps, she froze, then quickly rose to leave. However, the figure that came into the house moved swiftly, and he had one strong arm wrapped around

snapped, "Let