Not One, But Two!

Chapter 225

Abigail's leg began to throb in pain. She had been walking for so long that it had started protesting at her rough treatment.

She returned to her car and took off her shoes to see her ankle swelling. Even if her medical tincture was unique, it was not a miracle cure because her ankle would not get better instantly.

The pain nearly overwhelmed her, but she clung to her worry for Greg.

He was definitely heavily injured. Why else would he refuse to let her know where he was and reject all of her calls?

The nerve of the man!

Once she had found him, she would definitely give him a proper beating.

She sat there, brooding. Eventually, the pain began to fade away slightly. Finally, she wore her shoes again and started driving to the secret hospital at breakneck speed.

It was located in a private residential area on the city's outskirts. There were many guards stationed around the gate. When they spotted Abigail's car pulling closer, one of them stepped up to stop her.

"Apologies, Miss. This is a private residence. Please leave."

Abigail turned to look at the forest and grass plain behind the mansion. "Is that area also part of the private residence?"

"Our young master owns this part of the land. Hence, you cannot enter."

She heard the order for her to scram loud and clear, so she decided to get straight to the point. "I'm looking for Greg Buckley or Benjamin Wallis."

The security guard was stunned. "Who are you to Mr. Buckley?"

"I am his wife."

When the guards heard that, they froze.

"Mr. Buckley has yet to marry or be engaged. He does not even have a girlfriend. Please leave!"

The guard speaking began to reach for the weapon strapped to his waist.

She glanced at his belt. Something was bulging near the area that seemed like a gun.

No civilian in this country was allowed to bear arms, yet he was blatantly carrying his guns around. Was he not afraid she would report them?

She suddenly realized there was something unfamiliar about these men.

While she did not know everyone who worked with Greg, these men had a specific air around them that those people did not. These men felt like soldiers.

"You are military?"

The man's face clouded over. "Stay, and you only have yourself to blame for what happens."

Abigail was right in her guess.

The guards were soldiers.

This had gone far beyond her expectations. Nevertheless, it was not up to them to deny her access to where she wanted to go or who she wanted to see.

"Move! I will say it one more time; I am here for Greg!"

of the car in a rage of

went cold. "Pardon

He then attacked her.

did not retreat. Instead, she punched one of the

fragile spot on a person's face. The taste of blood and pain made

all turned to look

a proper fight. There had been so much stress building up lately that she had been feeling frustrated. Even now, when she was looking for her man, she was being

stripped out of her jacket, revealing the tank

fair. Combined with how much she practiced and trained, her figure was incredibly alluring

had been bored this whole time. So, when they saw Abigail take off her jacket, they could not help but gulp

together," she said

when she charged swiftly at them, they were even

move so

taken down two of them in the few moments they spent blanking out. Then, before the others could even get close to

her since she was a woman, but they

started

never been in a life-or-death fight since leaving Hitman Island. Now, she could vent her anger and frustration with her fists. Soon, she was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her curvy,

speaking, it was not a beating. It was a massacre in terms of how

collapse, Valerie was finally notified of what was happening. When she saw that it was Abigail, she

"Let her in now!"

to not let her in or to let

did not know

her to come here. She came here on her own. It is not going against his orders if that happens. Furthermore, she

that thought, he wavered between the orders that he received

how Greg was covered in blood as he clung to the last threads of life, and he shuddered with fear. If Mr. Buckley died, Abigail will be the first to

reason, that

"Now, go!"

was so slow that Valerie felt like she was

thought he should only listen to Greg since he was Greg's assistant. No matter what she

yet she liked someone like him since a good assistant

The future of the Buckleys and Night Assassino was in Greg's hands.

ran out of the mansion. He was stunned when he

was a good fighter, but he did not realize just how good she was. Even though about five men surrounded her, everyone could see that she was going easy on them. More importantly, these men were the best fighters that

a tank top on. The moonlight shining down her skin

Goodness, gracious!

about this, everyone here

a pair of sunglasses before

we have no surgeons here. Please come

she heard Benjamin's

"Ma'am", they all froze. They then turned to

do you

"To avoid disaster."

handed it to her

froze. She was currently covered in sweat, and it would

coats," he hurriedly added as if a thought just struck him. "Why don't you take a shower as

fine. Just give me the coats. Also, you