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.

all along. How is that even possible? He wanted to believe this was

about four years ago when Abigail

seeing as it took money to fuel her process of

no wonder that she had no interest

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

up at Dock Number Three to ship Hugh off, and Addison happened to be

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 her. He might have won, but he had hurt her

in his eyes as he demanded,

just pulled into Willow Lane, and

was filled with renewed determination when he heard Benjamin's report. Finding Addison would bring him one

on his coat at once and hurried 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 no longer be the company's president and have the heads of the Night Assassino divisions report themselves

not believe what he had heard at first. "Then what will

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

leader of Night Assassino and the president of Buckley Group to give

just been promoted to assistant, but he would be redundant if Greg really were to quit the company. Oh, no, that

take off after Greg, only to receive a text from him. 'Stay home and

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 things were, he

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

over to the Kain Residence to confront Philip. 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

to come home from whatever errand she was

saw that Addison was still reading old books as usual. She had only just flipped through a couple of pages of them when she heard the sound of

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 being switched off, and footsteps drew closer to the

sounded different. When Abigail heard 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 her slender waist

snapped,