Chapter 112 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Forcing her to marry him when there was no love involved was certainly immoral!

Still, this was not the time for that–finding Abigail took priority.

“You lost her, so look for her yourself.” Ricky appeared unconcerned, however he was only concerned with doing what Abigail bade him to do before at the moment.

Harvey snorted, knowing right then that he had approached the wrong person. “You may be step–siblings, but she’s still your sister. You call yourself family, showing no concern when she’s taken away?”

“She’s basically your wife, and you’ve failed to protect her,” Ricky promptly retorted. “You took her out of this mansion too–shouldn’t I be asking you where she is now?!”

Harvey was left speechless, and turned to leave—he had no clue where Abigail had been taken to, and instead got dissed endlessly!

Ricky then added relentlessly, “You lost her, so you’d better get her back unscathed. I’ll hold it against you if she’s hurt.”

Harvey honestly did not mean to hurt her this time–he just wanted to marry Abigail, and had even hired a professional babysitter to care for her son.

“You don’t have to go that far,” he growled as he strode off. “I’ll do my best.”

After he left, however, worry finally showed on Ricky’s face–he was as puzzled as he was anxious.

Ricky believed that Abigail was very smart, and that her actions were governed by rules and reason.

Could this whole thing be her ploy? To stage her own abduction after leaving Bernstein Mansion, so that she did not draw suspicion on either Ricky or Sheryl?

Did she only pretend to agree to marry Harvey?

The more he thought about it, the more Ricky thought it was likely!

On the other hand, Harvey was racking his brains in his car after he left Bernstein Mansion.

Who would want to abduct Abigail?

However, just as he was at wit’s end, Diarmuid’s name came to mind.

“It must be him!” Harvey exclaimed, gaping and smacking himself on his lap. Why did he only remember that now?

After all, that man certainly had the power to prevent him from finding out anything. In fact, who else could?

Having come to a conclusion, he drove off to Light Group’s office building to recover his bride, arriving in just half an hour.

He stormed inside furiously, pushing away the front desk receptionists who tried to stop him!

He took an elevator straight to the top floor and strode toward Diarmuid’s office, pushing open the heavy doors with a loud bang.

“Diarmuid Althoff!” he bellowed as he charged toward Diarmuid’s desk. “You give me back my bride!

Diarmuid raised a brow. “She’s your bride, isn’t she? Why are you asking me? Had too much to drink?”

“Don’t bother pretending. I know you took her! No one else would have done that!” Harvey was almost hopping from utter frustration.

“Do you have any evidence?” Diarmuid asked nonchalantly.

Harvey was stumped right then–he certainly had no proof. It was just his hunch!

“I guess you don’t.”

Diarmuid rose to his feet. “Debbie, call security to escort Mr. Gooding out of the building.”

The way he said escort was certainly hostile, while Harvey’s face turned green. “You’re despicable, Diarmuid Althoff!”

Diarmuid gave him a look of disdain but thought nothing of it, while security soon arrived.

Harvey’s teeth were gnashing, but he had to give in because he was in Diarmuid’s territory. “I’ll definitely find evidence that you took her,” he growled and pushed the security guards who were in his way, cursing at them, “Fuck off.”

Stan arrived at the door just as he was about to leave, and Harvey shot him a look and snorted.

Stan took no offense–it was no skin off his back, and he had work to do.

After everyone else left, Stan closed the door and told Diarmuid, “It’s done.”

“Got it,” Diarmuid replied.

Stan hesitated then, but eventually asked, “I don’t get it, sir. What is the point here?”

If Diarmuid really did not care about Abigail and was into Kathy now, why would he abduct her on the way to her wedding?

“Do you actually care about Abigail Bernstein, but were just upset that she tried to push Kathy York to you by drugging you?”

Stan certainly could not repress his impulse to gossip!

Diarmuid looked up at Stan just then, but did not deny it!

As Stan came to a realization, he carefully suggested, “Sir, you shouldn’t have rehired Kathy York in that case. Women are petty, and Ms. Bernstein must have been upset to see her around. That’s not going to work in a relationship.”

Diarmuid snorted. “A relationship? After she pushed me away to another woman?”

Stan was stumped, but it was true–if Abigail really was in love with Diarmuid, she would not be able to bear her man getting cozy with other women.

People get territorial in relationships, after all. No one would be willing to share their partner if there is love involved!

“Well, if she’s not interested, you can just let her marry Harvey Gooding. Nothing good comes out of coercion, and you’re not going to keep her confined for life, are you?”

Diarmuid’s visage turned cold. “I will not let her be with another man even if she’s not interested.”

Stan was speechless.

Did he just basically say ‘if I can’t have her, no one can?‘

How much more unreasonable could he get?

While he actually felt sympathy for Abigail, he also found her tactless.

How lucky was she to have Diarmuid falling for her? And he had been tolerating her so much. How could she not see it?

“There’s nothing about Harvey Gooding that’s better than you. What does she see in him?” Stan asked in confusion.

“She’s just blind.” Diarmuid snorted.

Stan blinked, but Diarmuid was right!

“Are you going to see her?” Stan asked.

“No. What time does the meeting start?” Diarmuid asked.

“Half–past one,” Stan replied.

“Go get ready,” Diarmuid said, his tone remaining flat and inscrutable.

Once Stan stepped out of his office, Kathy had just arrived.

“Mr. Hill.” She smiled.

“Why are you here?” Stan asked.

“I’m looking for Diarmuid,” she said, still smiling pleasantly.

For some reason, Stan was uneasy whenever she said ‘Diarmuid.‘ He somehow found her rather unreserved and danced on the edge of slutty!

He found women like her who threw themselves at men unlikeable–they were unlikeable and had no charm at all.

The only reason Diarmuid did not kick her to the curb like other women was probably because of the silver crucifix.

He remembered that it was very precious to Diarmuid, but Diarmuid said that he was returning it to the owner when he gave it to Kathy. If anything, his tolerance toward her was only thanks to that object.

He sighed Diarmuid usually steered clear of women, but there were suddenly two in his life!

And it was clear that Kathy loved Diarmuid, but Diarmuid loved Abigail.

What a complicated web of relationships!

“Go on in,” Stan said and left.

Kathy did not go in immediately, however. She checked her makeup with a mirror, ensuring that she looked impeccable, and straightened her skirt before heading inside.

“Mr. Althoff…” she greeted Diarmuid–she only used Diarmuid around everyone else so that they would get the impression that he and she were close.

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