Not One, But Two!

Chapter 218

"Mr. Buckley, what are you doing?" Benjamin was quite restless about it.

"Don't ask questions that you shouldn't be asking."

As soon as Greg finished his words, Benjamin's phone rang upon receiving a notification from the bank. He received a staggering 750,000 seconds ago!

"You have ten minutes to deal with your personal matters. I'll be waiting for you." Greg then went aboard the plane, leaving Benjamin standing alone outside.

After a moment of contemplation, Benjamin decided to do as his boss said since 750,000 wasn't a small sum. So, the transfer took him a while to deal with it and before he realized it, he ran out of time. He frowned but still sent a message to Abigail.

'Ma'am, it seems like Mr. Buckley is going to do something dangerous. He gave me 750,000 to clean up a mess. He's now at his private airport without any subordinates. I don't know where we're heading to either. I'm sending this message as I think that it is best to give you a heads-up.'

On the other side, Abigail was in the middle of devising a treatment plan for Teal. She intended to ignore the notification but decided to check the message as she suddenly thought of Greg, who had told her to give him three days to settle something.

She unlocked the screen and read Benjamin's message. She was stunned for a moment before rising from her seat, and dashing out of the room with her jacket.

"Teal, something came up, and I have to leave now. I'll explain everything once I'm back." She then hopped into her car and hit the road in great haste while reaching out to Addison. "Addison, please

send me the address of Greg's private airport."

"Okay." Not long after that, Addison texted her the exact location.

Despite driving at full pelt and even running the red lights, Greg had already left by the time she arrived at the airport, which left Abigail genuinely perturbed.

"Addison, is it possible to track a private jet?"

"I'm afraid that's impossible. There's no signal transmitted from airplanes. Thus, we can't detect their location through only radars and satellites, let alone a private jet."

It was more challenging to detect the signals of a private jet than a normal plane.

Now that Abigail was at her wit's end, she felt helpless as worry overwhelmed her. What is Greg planning to do? Is he going to obliterate Hitman Island?

That was the only possibility she could come up with, but Benjamin was the only one following Greg this time. So, if they were going to confront the syndicate just like that, it was simply sending themselves to death's door! Besides, Greg wasn't foolish to do something that would put him at a disadvantage.

A downcast Abigail returned to her car and sensed a movement before she started the car. She turned her head immediately, but a knife pointed at her neck.

"Don't move, or I'll kill you." It was a cold yet familiar voice.

Even though she was on the brink of death, Abigail didn't fret as her brows merely creased tightly. "Do you want my money or my body? "

The question obviously nonplussed the other party. "Abigail Kain, are you nuts?"

The woman sounded irritated by the turn of events. Why would I even want your body? I'm still sane.

Abigail broke into a smile. "It's been a while, Charlotte Ford."

Charlotte paused momentarily, saying with a low voice, "We're not that close. You know that we killers should be void of emotions. Do you have a death wish?"

"So, are you here to kill me?" Abigail was relatively calm after knowing the identity of the uninvited guest.

They were roommates on Hitman Island and shared almost the same story—they were kidnapped, but Charlotte was an orphan. She took care of Abigail during their time on the island.

Plus, she was the first person to find out about Abigail's pregnancy. Instead of snitching on Abigail, she kept it a secret and even cut Abigail some slack during the elimination tournament. If it weren't for her, Abigail wouldn't be able to keep the baby safe in such a perilous place.

When she first established Shadow, Abigail had plans to call Charlotte over. However, Abigail couldn't find her whereabouts as she was inclined to lie low when she wasn't sent on missions. Even so, Abigail had not expected them to reunite like this either.

During the elimination tournament, fate didn't bring them together until the final round where Abigail couldn't bring herself to finish Charlotte off.

According to the rules, the one who raised the white flag would be granted death; thus, she was mentally prepared for her imminent death. Even so, Charlotte fed her some medicine that night before dumping her into the sea the next day.

After that, she realized that Charlotte had saved her life and even helped her escape the island. Today, Charlotte had approached her as the best assassin on the island. Hence, it was possible that there was

an order from the higher-ups to kill her.

Charlotte's eyes narrowed to a slit before retorting icily, "You should appreciate your life while you're still alive. I know how well you've been doing in the medical field, but no one knows much about your past because you don't make public appearances. Still, why did you get close with Greg Buckley out of everyone? If it weren't for his assistant—who had investigated your identity on the island—no one would've known that you're still alive. So, what do you think I'm here for?"

Abigail wasn't worried in the slightest at all, for the simple reason that she would've been killed sooner if Charlotte had the intention of doing so. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

All these years, they didn't stay in contact with each other, but there was always someone who kept Abigail safe from assassins.

Abigail was aware that it wasn't Addison. It was true that she had trained him personally all the while, but he paled in comparison to Charlotte. Charlotte was born to be a killer as she had the aptitude to finish things off with a clean job.

All in all, she knew that Charlotte had been looking after her in secret, as well as the fact that they shared a stronger bond that surpassed friendships, though they didn't admit it verbally.

"I think I have the right to date someone, though."

"Then, why can't you get yourself an ordinary man? You can even be the First Lady of the country! But why does it have to be Greg Buckley? Don't you know who he is? You managed to leave the island after so much struggle and why are you leading yourself back here? I should've just killed you with my bare hands back then."

Abigail smiled at Charlotte's frustration.

"Is this a joke to you? Do you think that I won't kill you?" Charlotte found that dazzling smile somewhat annoying.

Only then did Abigail lay out her genuine thoughts. "Charlotte, why don't you come with me? Don't you want to pioneer your own life? You helped me five years ago, and I want to give you back your freedom."

The baffled Charlotte remained silent and withdrew the knife from Abigail's neck before hopping onto the passenger seat. Her eyes were wavering with mixed feelings. "Freedom? You're quite bold to say that. Do you think that Greg alone can wipe out the complicated network that Hitman Island had built up all these years? Stop joking around. You should find somewhere to stay hidden. If I can come this close to you, the others can too. Unfortunately, this time, they are determined to have you killed."

After she spoke her piece, she planned to get off the vehicle, but Abigail thwarted her. "Come with me."

"Let go of me!"

"Charlotte Ford, I know that you have time left. Besides, I'm your target, and no one will replace you in these three days as long as I'm still alive. In other words, we have three days to spend together. So, come with me," suggested Abigail as she locked the doors.

Charlotte was momentarily stunned by her words but her lips curved into a slight smile. "Are you out of your mind? I'm here to kill you, and yet you wanna spend time with me?"

"That's none of your business. If I was sane, would I even have the chance to know you?" Abigail's retaliation rendered Charlotte speechless at once.

In light of Charlotte's identity, they went to Allie's Garden because it would be troublesome if Teal were around. Abigail gave the keys to Charlotte as Greg wouldn't be here for the time being. "This is where I live in Harrion. You can stay here for the time being."

"Abigail, I don't think that I had agreed to stay with you." Charlotte held the keys and appeared indifferent to the suggestion. Instead, she scrutinized the area, deeming that the interior design was to her liking.

Despite the hardships, Abigail was someone who knew how to enjoy life with her hard-earned money.

Charlotte made herself at home as she sat on the couch while Abigail poured her a glass of water. "You should go slow on caffeine. I don't have coffee, so here's a glass of water for you."

As though the warmth had transmitted from the glass to her heart, Charlotte's eyes glazed over while recalling why she had saved Abigail, to whom she owed her life.

The ones on Hitman Island would suffer worse than a stray dog would if they were not considered qualified to be worthy assets.

One day, Charlotte ran a temperature and Abigail had informed the higher-ups about it to no avail. Given that the report was left unheeded, it was obvious that they couldn't care less about Charlotte's condition.

While her mind was in a haze, she could vaguely see someone changing the damp cloths on her forehead frequently.

If it weren't for Abigail, who had studied medicine, Charlotte would've died ages ago. For two days straight, Abigail shared her portion of food and as a result, Charlotte managed to pull through in the end.

Yet, this very woman had the audacity to tell her that she was going to challenge Hitman Island.

"I'm hungry."

Although Charlotte was clueless about what kind of ending was awaiting ahead of them, she knew that she wouldn't be able to kill Abigail even if she were to go back in time.

She had come today with the pure intention of seeing Abigail and having a talk together. Teetering between the thin line of life and death, she was actually weary of the solitary life she had led thus far.

"Hold on. I'll make something for you." Abigail went to the kitchen without hesitation.

While Abigail worried about Greg, she missed him too. Yet, he was someone that would do everything in his power to achieve something once he set his mind on it.

If he wanted to stay under the radar, she wouldn't be able to find him anyway. Hence, rather than worrying, she decided that it would be best to just wait for him.

She believed that he would appear on his own accord after three days. Besides, she now had Charlotte to keep her company and distract her from overthinking.

Gathering her thoughts together, Abigail calmed herself down and decided to focus on the present. The refrigerator, which she expected to be empty, was filled to the brim with all kinds of ingredients. It was evident that Greg had prepared all of these while she was away.

Once again, her heart proved that she could never give up on this considerate and meticulous man who cared about every detail regarding her.

It hasn't been long, but I'm already missing him.