Not One, But Two!

Chapter 147

Sasha froze at her question.

Curious?

How could she not be?

But Philip beat her to near death when she went into his study once when she was younger. She had thought his

mania had relapsed and would apologize to her once he came back to his senses. But who would have thought he

locked her up right after that and starved her for three days straight, causing her to nearly die of starvation down in

the basement.

From then on, she knew she was forbidden from stepping into his study.

Not only her, but the entire Kain Family.

Even the servants were forbidden to clean his study.

That room has always been his personal territory. No one else was permitted to enter.

However, Sasha still snuck in once when Emma was five. But apart from a bibliotheca, there was only an office desk

and a computer. There was nothing shady at all. Then again, most of his book collections were about precious

gems and treasures.

At that, she thought she got beaten for nothing.

As Philip got on in years, he mellowed down a lot and wouldn't use his fists for no reason anymore. Sasha's memory

of those fears slowly faded away with time, but the look he had when he was enraged still stuck in her mind to this

day.

"Emma, listen to me. You can go into any room in this house except for your father's study. Got it?"

Sasha's prudence and sobriety got Emma even more curious.

However, upon seeing her mother's worried eyes, she nodded immediately.

Bah, she could just sneak a peek some other time. What was the worst that could happen?

Emma made up her mind at that. Then, at the thought of Jonathan coming over, she hurriedly went back to her

room to dress up.

She had to show her best side to him, and show him who was the best.

With that, she busied away.

Meanwhile, Abigail and Greg headed out. However, she suddenly pointed out, "Do you think we're giving him a little

too much respect by rushing over like this when I've just told him we're going over for dinner?"

"So what do you want to do, sweetheart? Tell me. I'll definitely see to it."

Greg's hooligan attitude got Abigail wanting to laugh.

"Shouldn't the Fourth Young Master of Harrion be acting gentlemanly? Look at you; you're acting like a gangster."

"Then, how about this gangster take you to a gangster's territory?"

His words got her somewhat baffled. "Huh?"

She was thinking he would be taking her to his company. After all, it was already after work hours. It'd be nothing to

go at this time. Not many people would see her, but it was fine even if they did. Since she had decided to be with

Greg, she naturally wouldn't be afraid of anything.

She nodded at that, saying, "Sure, let's see what your territory is like."

"Let's go then."

Greg turned the steering wheel and drove into a different road.

As the surrounding scenery kept reversing, Abigail noticed that something wasn't right.

"Greg, this isn't the road to your company!"

"When did I say I'm taking you there?"

His words got Abigail stumped once again.

"Where are we going then?"

"Just sit tight. You'll know soon enough."

Soon, the car drove out of downtown into a media strip area. After making an exit, Abigail's eyes widened with

incredulity.

The red-light district?!

She couldn't believe Greg brought her to Harrion's most lavish and chaotic no man's land, the red-light district!

This man must've gone insane! Abigail stared at Greg, gobsmacked and speechless.

This man was absolutely unpredictable.

What man would bring their girlfriend to the red-light district?!

Was he worried that she wouldn't know how many 'girl friends' he had had over here?

Or did he think she was too benign?

Inexplicably, Abigail hit the roof, even having the urge to clobber someone.

Of course, Greg sensed her change.

But he still wanted to bring her here.

When his dumba*s self was still courting Genevieve, he had accompanied her to every spot in Harrion. And to be

worthy of her, he had even tried his best to conceal his true identity even if she knew his background. However, he

still did everything he could to hide his dark side from her, for fear of tainting her eyes.

However, as carefully as he protected her and waited for her, he still couldn't move her. It also made him realize

that that woman had gotten him living less and less like himself.

This was the only place Genevieve had never stepped foot into. However, it was also the place Greg entrusted his

life and everything with.

He wanted to bring Abigail here.

He wanted her to see his good side and also let her know of his dark side.

Be it the good, the bad, or the ugly, he wanted Abigail to know as long as it was who he was.

Seeing that Greg made no efforts to explain himself, Abigail shot daggers at him. But just as she wanted to voice

her doubts, the car suddenly jounced, and Abigail hurriedly grabbed the ceiling handle.Then, she saw a man

running out of an alley with a group of menacing men chasing after him.

The car came to a screeching halt. If she hadn't remembered to put on a seat belt or she hadn't grabbed the

handle, her forehead would've hit the windshield.

"You okay?" Greg asked worriedly, but also blamed himself.

He was so used to driving at this speed that he had forgotten anything could happen here.

Abigail glared at him again, but before she could say anything, the hunted, seeing a car coming in, instantly ran

ecstatically in their direction.

"Help! Please, save me!"

The man looked to be in his forty or fifties, and right then, his face and arms were covered in blood.

He rapped at the car window, leaving horrifyingly bloody handprints on it, making Abigail uncomfortable.

Seeing blood was customary for her, but under these circumstances, it was still rather hard for her to accept it.

Abigail sat still.

This was the red-light district, so anything could happen. What was more, this man might be covered in blood, but

who knew if he had done something to piss off the kingpin here?

She was a doctor, yes, but she didn't think she should do any unnecessary kindness, especially at a place like this.

Greg's tensed body finally eased when he saw that Abigail didn't let her compassion take over like other women

would or turn to him for answers.

His woman sure was different.

"You're not going to save him?" A hint of delight laced his voice.

However, Abigail thought this man had a screw loose that day. Taking her to the red-light district aside, how was he

suddenly kind enough to want to save that bloody man?

After taking a gander at him, she said monotonously, "Every place has its rules. This is the red-light district, a no

man's land, so this place naturally has its rules of survival. Since these people outside can't do anything about it,

why should a first-time outsider like me do something? I don't have a death wish. You need to have the capacity to

meddle in someone's business even if you want to be nosy, or you'll just end up paying the price for it."

Her words were cold and borderline heartless, but they strangely matched Greg's taste.

With that, he got out, walked to Abigail's side, grabbed the bloody man's collar, and chucked him aside. "What are

you, blind? Your death isn't even enough to make up for blocking my wife from getting out of the car."

At that, Greg opened the car door for Abigail.

The man before her smiled affectionately, and tenderness surged wildly beneath his eyes. However, when he was

chucking the bloody man aside, she saw animosity flash in his eyes.

Does Greg know that man? While Abigail mused, the pursuers had caught up, and the bloody man happened to

drop in front of them when Greg chucked him. Instantly, two of the pursuers pinned the bloody man down.

Greg's eyes, however, never left her, and he asked with a smile, "Are you not going to get out?"

Could she even say no?

This man clearly wanted to drag her into this abyss, into this hell hole. Could she even say no?

But just as she raised her head slightly, she saw a flash of panic and anxiety beneath his nonchalance.

Anxiety?

It then suddenly struck her, and a sense of inexplicable feeling surged within her.

This man…

To say he was simple, he could malevolently kill without violence. But to say he was shrewd, he also boldly

presented all his kryptonite to her.

This was the red-light district.

A land where everyone outside wanted to take over or even eradicate it.

But Greg was the kingpin here.

They naturally couldn't lay their hands on this piece of land when they couldn't even touch him. But this was his

weakness, his trump card for everything.

Once people got hold of these trump cards, he would utterly be at their mercy, and he could no longer be the

unbridled dark emperor he was.

But now, he was presenting this trump card to her, gingerly and anxiously at that, never how Greg should look.

He was the dark emperor, the cold-blooded Lucifer. He disdained everything and lived recklessly, but now, he stood

anxiously before her, a mere woman.

He presented her with what mattered most to him. A man like him might look evil and arrogant, but as soon as he

fell in love, he would devote himself to her, wouldn't he?

Suddenly, Abigail envied Genevieve.

A devoted man like him had wasted ten years of his life on Genevieve while she, Abigail, had only known him for a

short time.

Ten years against one month. How could she not be envious?

At that, she couldn't help getting salty.

"I bet you have brought other women here before, Mr. Buckley, haven't you? I may be lowly, but I'm also

headstrong. A place other women had stepped foot into in the past means nothing to me."

Her words took Greg slightly aback, but instantly, he burst into a chuckle, a hint of reassurance and relief lacing his

smile.

"Are you jealous?"

Abigail naturally felt embarrassed that he had seen through her, and she blushed. However, she bore into Greg,

even tugging his collar, forcing him to bend his knees as he stumbled toward her.

"Yeah, I am jealous. So? You have a problem with that, Mr. Buckley?"

Abigail stared at him with her eyes wide, and her unique scent filled his nose, leading his eyes to instantly turn

affectionate.

"I've never brought her here. You're the first and also the only one."