Chapter 243

Abigail then realized she was in Greg's office, not Allie's Garden, and she blushed. She wanted to hide somewhere, but it was too late. She had embarrassed herself.

Greg heard her threat, and he chuckled, but she just embarrassed herself, so he wanted to help her out first. "Calm down, sweetheart. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, alright. I'll be right there. You can smack me all you want. I won't even complain. You can do anything as long as you're happy."

Everyone was surprised to see their boss acting like a kid. Is that really the boss? Did something possess him? Or did aliens abduct him?

Abigail shot him a glare and stormed off, much to his worry. "Are you mad?"

Abigail went away, refusing to talk to him. She had just gotten into the elevator, and Greg came in as well, then he leaned toward her.

"Piss off!" Abigail was still fuming and annoyed.

Oh no. I went a bit too far. He huddled closer. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Really, I am. Look, just smack me." He held her hand and smacked himself.

Abigail was still frowning, but her fury subsided. "You're so stupid."

"Only when you're around." He did not care what she called him.

Abigail relented. She could never smack him when he was giving in. They were just fooling around in the first place, and she did not think before she spoke. It was not Greg's fault.

"I'm hungry."

"Time for lunch."

They left the lunch Serena got them in the office, and Greg took Abigail straight to the Food Hall. Greg made some orders, and Abigail took some interest in the tea the shopkeeper made for them.

"I'll get the manager to give us some if you like them. We can stock them up," he said matter-of-factly, and she laughed.

"Pretty sure that's robbery."

I own

not surprised. She knew he owned this place for a long time now. They had a little chat, then another customer came and went to the room next door. Abigail stopped talking right away. Greg noticed that she stopped talking just to listen to the customer who just went into the other room. He listened closely too and heard a familiar

a pot

murderously. Wait? What did that

gave him a little packet of something. "I want you to spike Jonathan's tea with

liked Jonathan much, so he nodded. Since Greg approved of this, the manager went and spiked Jonathan's tea. Someone else entered Jonathan's room a

Fraser. The traffic was a nightmare," a stranger said. He

kept quiet. She was still interested in finding out what Jonathan was trying

boredom. He called the manager over again and connected the surveillance camera to his phone, then he handed it to Abigail. Now she could

said coldly, "I don't like

smiling, but the look

was obviously not a

at it. It read, 'He's Great Nature's

club where

this was all a trap. Jonathan set Emma up. She had already guessed that this was the case, but she had no proof. Until now. I don't have to hold back anymore. 'What's this guy's

this was an amusing way to communicate. He wrote, 'Bob

regular name, she

said, "Her reputation might be down the drain now, but it's still not enough. I need you to make sure she gets so humiliated to the point

Fraser. She's still your fiancée. She's already traumatized from what happened. Do you really need her dead? That's

up. Are you doing this

a b*stard. Emma dated him for five years, and this is what she gets in return. Abigail thought she was blind. She used to

never take me for granted, Abbie. Didn't expect to run into this today. This pleases me. I'll have

had no idea Greg just had a little monolog. She kept listening to

to

sure she dies quietly. Oh wait, you want her to die of humiliation.

come back in with the tea, and Jonathan poured a cup for himself. He took a whiff of the aroma, and a mirthless smile curled his lips. It's been five years. She's not even fun

and she was the best surgeon in the world to boot. He knew she must have made a ton of money just from operating on those big-ticket patients. But that woman is a fake b*tch too. She said she loved me, but now

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