Chapter 164
Abigail suddenly shouted, startling Greg and causing him to step on the brakes. The car drifted and
came to a sudden halt by the road.
"Sweetheart, what''s wrong?" Right after he asked the question, Abigail was seen getting out of the car
and swiftly running in the direction where she had seen a figure earlier.
Upon seeing her reaction, Greg unhesitatingly turned off the engine and scanned his surroundings.
They were on a straight road with only two exits—one at the north and the other at the south—and
without any junctions. Since Abigail had gone to chase after the figure, Greg alighted from the car and
ran in the opposite direction. Then, he jumped on the fence wall of one of the houses before he used
the wall as support and made another leap toward the other end of the road leading toward the vi.
The path that he had taken was undeniably time-saving. Although it made him look like a thief, he was
unfazed by the other''s opinion.
When Abigail was pointing and chasing after the figure, Greg was already waiting at the end of the road
to stop the figure. That person was actually Emma!
Upon seeing Greg at the front and Abigail running after her from behind, Emma couldn''t help but feel
sorry for herself.
"Emma Kain!"
Abigail finally caught up with the woman. She nced at Greg, who seemed calm andposed, and
wondered how he had managed to appear at the scene before her. However, instead of asking him
about it, she coldly turned to Emma and asked, "Why are you here?"
Emma was beyond nervous at that moment. Why am I here? I can''t tell her that I''m here to look for that
b*stard, can I? Philip told me that the sess of my marriage shall depend on whether Abigail is able
to help me.
Emma was enraged and frustrated at that. How could someone, whom she had looked down upon
since young, decide her marriage and future? All Abigail had done wastch herself on Greg. That
feeling was utterly awful.
As such, Emma thought to do something to make Abigail fear her, and she thought about Alissa. If I
manage to kidnap the little b*stard, I can use her to ckmail Abigail. If Abigail refuses to help me, I''ll
expose the child''s existence to Greg. I wonder if Greg will still cherish the used woman by then.
Emma was ted when she came up with that idea. Therefore, she came over to execute her n, but
she didn''t expect that she would bump into Abigail here.
Since Greg was with Abigail at that moment, it wasn''t an appropriate moment for Emma to say
anything. So, she kept her head bowed as she figured out a way to escape.
"Emma, I don''t have much patience." Abigail really disliked Emma.
If it hadn''t been her gratitude toward Philip for raising her up, Abigail really didn''t want to meddle with
Emma''s rtionship with Jonathan.
Seeing that Abigail''s patience was running thin, Emma felt irritated, but she quickly responded in a low
voice considering that Greg was at the scene as well. "Jonathan has a vi here. I came over to check
if he hade back, because I couldn''t reach him on the phone. Abigail, you know that I''ve been in a
rtionship with him for five years. I—"
"Enough. He''s not here." Abigail heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing that Emma was here to see
Jonathan, but she was a little unhappy to learn that Jonathan also lived in the same neighborhood.
Greg raised his brows, and a thoughtful look shed across his face.
When Emma heard Abigail''s reply that Jonathan wasn''t there, the former was upset. Jonathan is my
fiancée, but Abigail actually knows whether he''s here or not. She''s such a shameless woman.
"Abigail, you have Mr. Buckley with you, so will you stop pestering Jonathan? I know that I took him
from you, but the fact that I managed to do so proved that your rtionship with him wasn''t strong in
the first ce. Besides, it has been five years, so—"
"I''m not interested in him," Abigail interrupted and turned on her heel to leave.
Abigail disagreed with Emma''s belief where she thought everyone coveted her man. Abigail might have
had some feelings for Jonathan five years ago, but the feelings had been gone the moment he gave up
on their rtionship. In her opinion, there was no point loving a man who didn''t love her from the
bottom of his heart.
"Abigail!" Upon seeing that Abigail was about to turn and leave, Emma subconsciously attempted to
step forward to continue pestering her, but Greg''s cold voice suddenly rang out. "You may continue to
pester my girlfriend if you don''t want to marry into the Fraser Family."
Emma''s lifted foot paused mid-air in the blink of an eye. She was conflicted if she should continue to
walk forward or step backward.
However, Greg, who wasn''t bothered to even cast her another nce, walked past her and quickly
caught up with Abigail before he ced an arm around her shoulder.
"Sweetheart, are you tired? Do you need me to carry you?"
"There''s no need." She darted a look at a frivolous Greg and suddenly asked, "You were behind me,
but how did you suddenly appear in front of me?"
"Huh?" He pouted at the fence wall, which enlightened her and made the corner of her lips twitch.
"Greg, were you a bandit in your past life? What if the owner actually installed a security system? Aren''t
you afraid that they might misunderstand you as a burr and capture you?"
"What is there to be afraid of? You are here with me, no? If I''m captured, you will get me out of prison,
won''t you?" As he spoke, he started to be handsy and wrapped his arm around her waist
yfully.
"I don''t want to go to the police station and embarrass myself. If you are really captured, you''d better
stay there."
She smacked his hands off her and quickly got into the car.
Greg looked at the back of his hand, which was a little red, and thought to himself, My wifey is fierce,
but I like this side of her more. She always says things that she doesn''t mean.
Subsequently, he got into the car. Smiling, he ced his hand at the back of her head before he
overbearingly pressed his lips against hers.
His sudden attack rendered Abigail speechless, but it was toote when she tried to resist him as both
her hands had been caught by him. His wild scent swept over all her senses like a tornado. All she
could do was let out a sigh before he drowned her in his scent.
Abigail''s face was flushed when their kiss ended and her breathing was irregr.
She coquettishly red at Greg in a manner that was so enchanting that the man wanted to pounce on
her there and then.
"Sweetheart, if you continue to seduce me, I really can''t hold back myself."
"If you don''t start driving, I''m getting down."
No matter how thick-skinned she was, she felt her face burn when she heard his words. This man sure
is shameless.
Greg chuckled and started the car, then pressed on the pedal.
The car sped off into the distance. Abigail, who felt a little tired, thought to shut her eyes and rest, but
she fell asleep instead.
Upon hearing her regr breathing, Greg slowed down the car and drove steadily at a speed of about
40 kilometers per hour.
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The slow traveling speed naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of other drivers, so some of them
honked.
In response, Greg abruptly took a mineral bottle and threw it at the car, startling the other party and
causing him to quickly drive away from the scene.
To prevent other drivers from honking at them and waking Abigail from her sleep, Greg simply took out
the emergency vehicle lighting and sign, thereafter fitting them on top of his car. Thus, nobody dared to
urge him to drive faster. In fact, the only difference between his car and an ambnce was that an
ambnce would travel in a speed way faster than Greg''s current driving speed.
It was almost 10.00 PM when they arrived at Allie''s Garden.
Looking at a sound asleep Abigail, Greg changed his mind of going to Valerie''s ce. After parking his
car, he carried her out of the car and returned home.
Amy was in the house. If he spoke to Amy at this hour, he would wake Abigail from her sleep. So, he
ced Abigail on his bed and helped her to remove her shoes and coat.
Abigail was usually a light-sleeper, but she was somehow either exceptionally exhausted that day or
she refused to wake up from her sleep, so she showed no reaction throughout the process.
Greg touched her forehead to check her temperature. Upon confirming that her temperature was
normal, he tucked her in the bed before heading into the kitchen.
He thought of preparing some food in case Abigail woke up and felt hungry.
There was a call from Troy just as Greg was cutting vegetables in the kitchen.
"Mr. Buckley, are you asleep?"
"Just speak. Are you going toe over to sleep with me if I''m still awake?"
His response rendered Troy speechless, so the other man quickly exined his purpose of calling. "Mr.
Buckley, ourpany''s system has been hacked again. We are losing important information by the
seconds. I''m afraid that our confidential information will be gone if I inform you of this tomorrow
morning."
"I''ll head over right away." It was indeed a major issue.
Greg immediately removed the apron and attempted to return to his room to notify Abigail about it.
However, when he was half way there, he was afraid that he might disturb her rest, so he left a note on
the bedside table before driving to thepany.
All the higher-ups of thepany were present when he arrived.
"Mr. Buckley, the problem this time is even worse than thest time. Our technical department is unable
to stop them from hacking into our system no matter what we do." Cold sweat appeared on the
forehead of the head of the technical department.
Instead of reprimanding him, Greg said to Troy, "Did you contact King? It was him who helped us to
resolve the problemst time. Tell him that if he is able to help us this time, I will give him one hundred
million."
However, Troy replied, "I''ve contacted him, but he didn''t respond."
"Call him again." Although Greg had been puzzled by King''s previous act of helping him without a
reason, he had no choice but to request for his help again this time.
"I asked you all to investigate King before this. Is there any news on him?" Sweat broke out on Troy''s
forehead when he heard the question.
"Mr. Buckley, King is quite mysterious. We have used all ourworks and all we know is that he has a
Maronian manager named n, who is part of the Hackers'' Guild. That being said, there''s no one
called ''King'' in the Hackers'' Guild."
"Send a message to n and ask him to find King at all costs."
Greg''s brows were tightly knitted. Who is targeting my firm? Is it Jonathan? That jerk doesn''t seem to
possess such a powerful capability, though.
The hacker who hacked into theirpany system was very skillful, so this person must have been
hired with a huge fortune. Considering the Fraser Family''s limited cash flow, it would be impossible for
them toe up with tens or even a hundred million to destroy Greg''s firm. Besides, even if Jonathan
managed to eliminate Greg''s firm, it wouldn''t bring any benefits to the Fraser Family.
However, if the culprit wasn''t Jonathan, who could it be?
A figure suddenly shed across his mind.
"Go and find out what Ethan has been doingtely."
Troy answered, "We have investigated him. He has been grounded at home by his father to reflect on
his mistakes. He hasn''t done anythingtely."
Greg narrowed his eyes. It''s not him, so who else could it be? Greg was totally clueless at that
moment.