Abigail could not remember Diarmuid’s number, or she would have.
“I didn’t.” She smiled.
Chad doubted her, and told his people to check with the front desk.
Abigail, however, was not worried because she did not call Diarmuid anyway, and Chad’s goon soon returned. “She did make a call, but it wasn’t to Diarmuid Althoff.”
Abigail smiled. “See? I wasn’t lying.”
Believing her for the moment, Chad then said, “Do me a favor, and I’ll let you go.”
“What is it?” Abigail asked.
Passing Abigail a white bottle, he said, “I have a rough idea now, and what you said is true- Diarmuid has been abusing you. Since he’s our mutual enemy, shall we work together now? You can get close to him, so spike his food with this and it’s a job done.”
Abigail took it, unable to tell what the bottle contained since there were no labels on it. “Is this poison?”
“No, it just causes nerve damage and mental issues after prolonged consumption,” Chad replied. “Dying would be letting him off easy-we’ll make him a nutcase and the laughing stock of Cloud City, so that he wishes he was dead!”
Though Chad’s plan sounded ruthless, Abigail did not hesitate to take the bottle and agree to it. “You have a deal.”
Still, she was laughing in her head of Chad’s stupidity- would Diarmuid care about how others saw him if he became a nutcase?
“Good. Your compliance spares me a lot of trouble,” Chad said with satisfaction, and looked around the room. “Does this place suit you?”
“Yeah,” Abigail replied, pausing for a moment before asking, “When are you releasing me?”
“Right now.” Chad smiled. “However, I need assurance that you won’t renege on our deal, so I need leverage on you.”
Abigail frowned. “What leverage?”
Chad studied her from head to toe then. “Your modesty, of course-it applies to all women. Let me take photos of you nude, and I’ll be less worried.”
Abigail glowered then, and clenched her fingers repeatedly before finally calming down.
“Now, now-I’m not out of line here. I have to think for myself, too!” Chad said as if it made perfect sense.
Abigail lowered her gaze when an idea struck her. “Sure, but only if you’re alone with me in the room.”
Chad was naturally pleased since she was easy on the eyes, and ordered his goons out of the room.
However, the instant he locked the door, Abigail picked up a glass cup and smashed it onto the floor.
“What the hell?” Chad exclaimed, wheeling on her.
*Abigail smiled. “Sorry, it’s an accident.”
She dropped to a crouch to pick up the fragments and throw them into the trash can-save for one shard.
“Okay, now take it off,” Chad urged, eager to see if her figure matched the splendor of her beauty.
Abigail moved close to him with a grin. “You want to see?”
Chad did not hide it. “Every man loves a beautiful woman. It’s in our nature-”
He was not even finished when Abigail suddenly extended her hand, pressing something sharp against his neck.
His eyes widened in shock. “What are you doing?!”
Abigail knew for a fact that rich kids like Chad were very afraid of death
Her visage was calm and her words direct. “Let me go ”
Chad refused “I doubt you’d kill me
He was convinced that a girl like her would never go that far, unaware that she was a doctor that anyone brave enough to pick up a scalpel was no coward!
Abigail simply pressed the sharp glass shard until it broke his skin, and as Chad felt the sharp pain in his neck, and reached up for a touch
His soul almost left him when he felt the warm, sticky sensation of his own blood’
“W-Wait a minute!” he stammered nervously
“You’re trying to humiliate me I’d really deserve it if I didn’t fight back” Having performed surgeries, Abigail’s hands were steady she kept pressing the glass shard against Chad, making him feel the pain and kept making him bleed
It would look serious on appearance, but it was hardly life threatening
After all, a doctor knows the human body from top to bottom, and what could be potentially lethal or otherwise!
Naturally, Chad cowed immediately, “I was just worried you’d renege on our deal’ I just needed leverage-1 didn’t want to humiliate you! No photos, okay?”
Abigail’s response was more pressure. “Let me go now!”
“Didn’t we agree to destroy Diarmuid together?!” Chad cried, still convinced that she had a grudge against Diarmuid.
“You actually believed that?” Abigail laughed coolly.
“You lied? But I thought he was mean to you…’
“He is, but I’ll avenge myself by my own actions. I dislike partners it’s that simple,” she said, and forced Chad to move to the doorway. “Open the door.”
Chad hesitated, but quickly gave in when Abigail promptly made him feel that death was coming. Chad’s men saw him being held hostage and promptly became alert, glaring at her viciously. However, Chad was still bleeding from his neck, and certainly did not dare to make any false moves. “Don’t come closer,” he told his men. “Let her go.”
They eventually got downstairs, where there were enough bystanders.
Seeing her chance, she pushed Chad away and bolted-but was not really seeing where she was going, and ran headlong into someone’s arms.
She was just going to look up and apologize when she saw that it was Diarmuid.
Her eyes widened. “W-Were you looking for me?”
Diarmuid’s expression, however, was impassive-devoid of his earlier gentleness, with only cruelty showing.
He was silent, and looked past her to Chad, who was clutching his neck.
The man was still terrified since he was still bleeding from the neck, and worried that he was in mortal danger.
“Why are you just staring?” he yelled. “Call an ambulance already!”
Diarmuid had a general idea how he was injured just then.
He lowered his gaze at Abigail… and turned around without a word.
Abigail was confused! What had gotten into him this time?
Was he upset again?
Biting her lip, she gave chase but said nothing either.
She felt puzzled–she had clearly just escaped, and he was now flipping out at her before she could catch her breath?
She was not in the mood to be sweet!
As they reached his car, Diarmuid got in.
Just as Abigail reached for the door handle, he told Stan, “Drive.”
*Stan glanced at Abigail, but floored the gas pedal, leaving Abigail standing there and breathing fumes!
She frowned.
What was his deal? Did he regret being nice to her already?
Why the silent treatment? He could have just told her it was not as if she wanted to stay with him!
Taking a taxi back to the mansion, Mrs. Watson promptly rushed to Abigail’s side when she saw her. “Where have you been, Mrs. Althoff?”
She thought that Abigail was running away again.
“Something came up,” Abigail simply said, and headed upstairs.
Once Abigail returned to her room, she picked up her phone and saw a few missed calls from Lulu.
She called her back, and Lulu soon picked up.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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