Not One, But Two!

Chapter 229

Greg had already drafted up an essay of compliments and sweet nothings to Abigail, but who'd have thought the call was declined seconds after it tried to connect.

Declined?! He checked the phone with incredulity and suspected it was broken. With that, he made another attempt, unwilling to resign. It wasn't declined this time, though; it just wasn't answered.

What the heck? He furrowed his brows glumly when he heard the emotionless voicemail greeting. Third time's the charm, right? Unfortunately, it went straight to 'the number you have dialed is not in service' this time, and Greg looked toward his assistant with a gaze laced with frost.

Benjamin thought he was treading on thin ice, and he suggested gingerly, "Mr. Buckley, do you suppose Ma'am is ghosting you?"

Greg froze for a split second, upset by the notion.

"Why would she ghost me for no reason?"

"How is it 'no reason'? First, you didn't answer 23 of her calls, then you came back with a body full of injuries, and you wouldn't tell her about it, shutting her out. From what I can tell, Ma'am's vindictive, so I wouldn't be surprised if she decided to ghost you."

The longer Benjamin spoke, the harder he thought he couldn't bear Greg's icy gaze. He really wanted to give himself a tight slap.

F*ck me and my big mouth.

But the idea had clearly sunk in with Greg as he ordered coldly, "Give me your phone."

Benjamin hurriedly obliged.

When Greg called Abigail using Benjamin's phone, she answered right after one beep and even spoke up immediately.

"Greg won't need anything but rest to recover. I'm in the middle of something; don't call me in the next few days unless it's important."

With that, Abigail hung up, not giving the caller a chance to speak at all.

Benjamin instantly sensed that the atmosphere had dropped to sub-zero, and he couldn't help gulping in fear. "Mr. Buckley…"

"F*ck off!"

It was now that Greg genuinely sensed Abigail's despise for him.

Earlier, he assumed Abigail was resting, spent from the surgery, so he thought to call and coax her when she had probably awoken, hoping to salvage his love life. But who'd have thought Abigail ghosted him before he could salvage anything.

Most importantly, she could talk to Benjamin but was unwilling to utter even a word to him. He had genuinely pissed her off this time. What now?

Benjamin couldn't help feeling distressed when he watched as Greg clenched his phone, wanting to crush it to bits.

"What are you still here for? Didn't I tell you to f*ck off?!"

Greg was in the middle of sulking, and yet his obtuse assistant was still standing here, acting as a constant reminder that Abigail didn't want to see him.

I'm now even more inferior than my own assistant! How maddening, how depressing, how infuriating, how… how…

Greg actually couldn't find any more words to describe his current mood.

on the other hand, reminded his superior with reluctance. "The

think you can't even buy

Benjamin was rendered dumbfounded.

have the SIM card?" He hoped for the next best thing. However, Greg snapped right at him. "What, fifty million

you're the boss. Poor Benjamin was instantly dejected. He decided to yield before power but still wanted to fight for it one last

give you back the fifty million, and you give me back my

much

him, and silence filled the

opened Benjamin's WhatsApp, searched for Abigail's number, and sent

phone, as she hated

had a death wish and interrupted her at this

voice message. "Wallis, I'm warning you. I'm super busy right now. You better not disturb me, or I'll wallop

then, Addison came in as she finished speaking but hadn't released the microphone button. "Hurry up, Miss Abigail! I

a hot bowl of who-knew-what, but it did smell good,

phone away and grabbed a hand towel to take the bowl from

turned out to

you

it; see if it's how

felt hungry until she saw this

it is

spoke, then gave it a blow before

is it?" Addison couldn't wait to hear what she had to

so happy that it was as though spring had arrived, and

"It's good!"

mind, eating one tortellini after another. Likewise,

being with another b*stard is she?! No wonder she wouldn't answer my calls! No wonder she answered Benjamin starkly! And what the f*ck did that son of

Greg thought askew when the guy sounded a little out of breath. He was so inflamed that he thought

injured? Hadn't I not told you about it because I was afraid you'd worry? Hadn't I only made you anxious?! Do you have to cheat

the more he thought

girls with her and marry another man, have their girls call

but who'd

thought of his other half marrying someone else, Greg thundered

right in after a jolt only to find his boss lifting the covers to get out of bed, so livid that his face

Buckley, Ma'am said you have to stay

If I stay any longer in bed, my wife

only advise him. "Mr. Buckley, you can't expose your shoulder wound, or you'll catch a fever.

did you say?" Greg stopped abruptly, and Benjamin, who wasn't paying attention, bumped right into his back. The collision affected Greg's wound,

use your

dark; I didn't realize," Benjamin joked in a way only he found funny before

wind blew right in, causing Benjamin to

Buckley!" warned Benjamin as he approached Greg, only for