Chapter 219


    How did it feel like to miss someone?


    Abigail didn''t know about it until now. It was like an invisible string that sometimes shackled and


    tightened one''s heart, in which the throbbing pain conjured memories in one''s mind.


    Abigail grabbed the tomatoes and suddenly thought of the tomato egg prepared by Greg. The


    shback was so vivid that she could even recall his expression back then.


    She felt somewhat resigned and frustrated with herself and was about to switch them to other


    ingredients when Charlotte''s voice resounded behind her.


    "Thinking about Greg?"


    "Stop spouting nonsense, please." Abigail, who was caught red-handed, wasn''t sure what she should


    do with the tomatoes in her hand now. "What would you like to have? Are tomatoes alright for you?"


    "I''m fine with anything. I''m a simple woman," said Charlotte casually as her eyes were fixated upon


    Abigail with an ambiguous gaze. "Tell me, why are you suddenly dating Greg when you''ve been single


    for five years? Not to mention the fact that you''ve obtained the custody right to your kids? Look at


    Hugh, who''s been by your side for five years. He''s handsome and capable. He''s not that badpared


    to Greg, but why have you chosen Greg?"


    "And what''s wrong with Greg?" Abigail took out another two eggs after cleaning the tomatoes.


    Her simple question made Charlotte answer solemnly. "He''s not one simple man, and he''s not what


    you think he is. Although everyone on Hitman Ind has to treat him with respect, they will not let him


    get away from it, even if he''s the leader of Night Assassino. Besides, even the best hacker failed to pry


    his background."


    Abigail was stunned, for she had not considered doing a background check on Greg. Not even once.


    However, she now wondered if she should do it since Charlotte had brought it up. "Why the


    background check?"


    "Don''t you think that something''s off? Old Madam Buckley has looked after him since he was a child,


    but we couldn''t find out who his father was. Old Madam Buckley has her marriage hidden well, too;


    even though she''s divorced, there''s no gist of her ex-husband''s identity. Greg lives in the Gray Territory,


    but can you believe that he seldom does illicit affairs? Suppose a mafia boss can be the leader of Night


    Assassino without any illegal involvement. In that case, it is either that he has a powerful backer or he''s


    powerful enough to take the position. In fact, he would be so powerful that no one could track back the


    traces of his deeds. Otherwise, he must''ve destroyed every evidence."


    Charlotte was like a wake-up call that knocked Abigail to her senses because she didn''t think that


    much. Greg was simply the person she liked and nothing more. She didn''t care about his identity.


    "Don''t pry further if it''s a waste of time. We''ll know when the timees."


    "Do I have to remind you of the consequences of going against Hitman Ind? You''re going to get


    yourself assassinated for a mere man! So, what if you have Shadow to protect you? They can''t


    possibly keep you safe all the time. I do not doubt your skills, but once the never-ending chase starts,


    you won''t get to live a peaceful life. Do you hear me? Can you even guarantee your children''s safety?


    Abigail Kain, you''ve never been the one who makes rash decisions, but why now? Why are you being


    so careless?"


    Noticing Charlotte''s concern and worries, Abigail smiled. She''s still the same—cold on the outside but


    warm on the inside.


    "And you''re smiling right now? I guess that''s the only thing you''ve learned in the past five years."


    Charlotte was evidently vexed.


    Abigail popped a piece of ham into Charlotte''s mouth. "I know that you''re worried about me."


    "Who''s worried about you? Get your facts right, girl," denied Charlotte as she began munching the


    piece of meat, albeit disapproving of Abigail''s action of feeding her suddenly.


    Abigailforted, "I''ll deal with Hitman Ind. At most, I will just ruin them and turn everything into


    ashes."


    "Stop the big talk, please." Charlotte left the kitchen after having said everything that she should.


    Did Greg use some kind of spell on her? Is that why she can''t get over him?


    If Charlotte were in Abigail''s shoes, she wouldn''t hesitate to leave that man. Besides, she would''ve


    done a thorough background check on Greg before getting affiliated with him in order to prevent any


    unwanted predicament.


    But she is really in danger. What should I do? Charlotte was at her wit''s end.


    In the meantime, Abigail was quiteid-back about the whole situation and was reminded of something


    thanks to her friend.


    If Hitman Ind had ordered Charlotte, their best assassin, to oust her, more assassins would be


    pursuing her in the future. Although she wasn''t afraid of the incessant assassination, she had to


    reconsider her kids'' safety. Obliterating the ind was a mere joke, but she had an idea of how to


    handle the situation.


    While she was doing all the thinking in her head, her hands didn''t stop. Soon, she served the dishes on


    the dining table. "Enjoy."


    When Charlotte looked at the appetizing dishes, she couldn''t help the sincere praise from blurting out,


    "I never knew that you''re a good cook."


    "There are so many things you don''t know about me. Why don''t you stay here and find them out one by


    one by yourself?"


    Charlotte was nonplussed. "Have you fallen for me?"


    "I''ve liked you since long ago."


    Charlotte was shocked by the sudden ''confession''. "Are you perhaps bisexual?"


    "What are you talking about, Charlotte? Do you need a punch to knock some sense into your head?"


    Abigail knew that she could never get through to Charlotte, whose reasoning was quite peculiar.


    Charlotte shrugged as she replied nonchntly, "Let me eat before you punch me."


    Then, she started to dig in. Her brow raised instinctively as the food had set her taste buds tingling.


    She reckoned that none of the restaurants would be able to make the same delicious taste.


    At the same time, the chef watched her devour the dishes, which easily lightened her mood. Charlotte


    was one of the few friends that Abigail had. Thus, even if she were nning to annihte Hitman


    Ind, she would never allow Charlotte to return to that hideous ce.


    "Charlotte, just stay with me. Leave the matter to me. I can guarantee you that no one will find out


    about your past."


    Charlotte, who was halfway through her meal, paused momentarily before letting out a bitter smile.


    "There''s gonna be traces left as long as I''ve lived there. How can you let everyone forget about a living


    person? What about those records, even if they suffered from memory loss? You''re too naive, Abigail.


    My life had never been the same as it was after I graduated from college, and everything is recorded.


    They will send the records to the police the moment I n on leaving the ind. Are you trying to have


    me killed?"


    Had Charlotte never thought of leaving? No, she did.


    Still, the ind was a prison where killing was not umon. The moment she set foot there had


    marked the beginning of the undoing of her life.


    Therefore, she had to live as an emotionless assassin for the rest of her life. She was the syndicate''s


    weapon, which could do nothing other than rake in money for them.


    It wasn''t like she didn''t give it a shot, either. She tried several times, yet the only thing she had received


    was an agonizing punishment. She was d that Abigail did not have to suffer such a tormenting


    experience.


    Charlotte suddenly lost her appetite and put down her spoon. "I''m full."


    Abigail asked, "Do you know King?"


    "How can I possibly not know who the best hacker is? But he''s a hard nut to crack. So, we can''t hire


    him, no matter how many times our instructor tries. Otherwise, we could''ve caught a whiff of Greg''s


    background."


    With a faint smile, Abigail spilled the beans. "King is me." She had been careful about her identity, but


    Charlotte was someone that she could trust.


    Charlotte riveted on the spot before bursting intoughter. "Abigail, I know that you''re trying tofort


    me, but you don''t have to go to lengths by saying that you''re King. He''s a legend, and you shouldn''t


    say things like that. "


    Since she had seen thising, Abigail held her tongue and brought over herptop instead. Her


    fingers began to move swiftly as strings of codes began to fill the screen without any letup right in front


    of Charlotte''s eyes. Even Charlotte was deeply impressed by her speed.


    Before long, Abigail had sessfully infiltrated Hitman Ind''s safety system, and Charlotte was all


    tensed up to see ''Hitman Ind'' on the screen.


    "What? Did you really—"


    "Shh. Watch and learn." Abigail was searching for Charlotte''s record.


    As its name implied, Hitman Ind was a ruthless ce. After the higher-ups received the money, they


    would nurture new assassins to assassinate the targets while keeping records of the assassins''


    movements and photos. Once an assassin had betrayed or even had the intention of leaving, they


    could send the evidence to the police easily, thanks to the convenience of the Inte. Thus, the


    assassin would ultimately be the wanted criminal worldwide.


    It was no wonder that many of them couldn''t afford to leave the ce as they were forced to stay.


    Although Charlotte had only a few missions in the past few years, there were still records of them.


    Baffled, Charlotte had never imagined herself to be able to see those confidential files with her own


    eyes. Even the top-notch hackers would decline the request that required them to hack into Hitman


    Ind''s system, for they didn''t want to put their lives at stake.


    Now that Abigail had shown her her records readily, Charlotte still couldn''t believe her eyes. Instead,


    her face nched at the irrefutable evidence of her past murders.


    Not only her course of actions and expressions were recorded, but the victims'' identities were also


    speciallybeled as well. Therefore, a death row was inevitable once everything in the files wasN?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    disclosed.


    Charlotte sneered. "The higher-ups are so detailed with their job."


    "I''ll delete it, and you''ll be free from now on." But, right when Abigail was about to press the ''delete''


    button, Charlotte stopped her.


    "Is it true that you''re nning to destroy Hitman Ind?" Charlotte stared at her intensely but couldn''t


    read her mind other than the determination in her eyes.


    "Charlotte, what are you going to do?"


    "We should atone for our sins. It''s true that I killed those people."


    "You were forced to!"


    "But still, I killed them with my bare hands. And I admit that it''s all my doing. Whether it''s death row or


    lifetime imprisonment, I don''t care because it is my punishment. But this syndicate mustn''t exist. More


    innocent people will be trapped in this hell to be trained as assassins. I''ve seen new groups of people


    on the ind, and they were always disposed of into the sea. I thought I''d gotten used to it, but I now


    know that I''m not. That wasn''t always the case. So, tell me—are you going to obliterate Hitman


    Ind?"


    It had struck upon Charlotte that Abigail was not blurting only empty words. Abigail was King, hence the


    possibility that she was able to root out the horrendous ce once and for all rose significantly!