Not One, But Two!

Chapter 243

Abigail then realized she was in Greg's office, not Allie's Garden, and she blushed. She wanted to hide somewhere, but it was too late. She had embarrassed herself.

Greg heard her threat, and he chuckled, but she just embarrassed herself, so he wanted to help her out first. "Calm down, sweetheart. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, alright. I'll be right there. You can smack me all you want. I won't even complain. You can do anything as long as you're happy."

Everyone was surprised to see their boss acting like a kid. Is that really the boss? Did something possess him? Or did aliens abduct him?

Abigail shot him a glare and stormed off, much to his worry. "Are you mad?"

Abigail went away, refusing to talk to him. She had just gotten into the elevator, and Greg came in as well, then he leaned toward her.

"Piss off!" Abigail was still fuming and annoyed.

Oh no. I went a bit too far. He huddled closer. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Really, I am. Look, just smack me." He held her hand and smacked himself.

Abigail was still frowning, but her fury subsided. "You're so stupid."

"Only when you're around." He did not care what she called him.

Abigail relented. She could never smack him when he was giving in. They were just fooling around in the first place, and she did not think before she spoke. It was not Greg's fault.

"I'm hungry."

"Time for lunch."

They left the lunch Serena got them in the office, and Greg took Abigail straight to the Food Hall. Greg made some orders, and Abigail took some interest in the tea the shopkeeper made for them.

"I'll get the manager to give us some if you like them. We can stock them up," he said matter-of-factly, and she laughed.

"Pretty sure that's robbery."

"Nope. I own this place."

Abigail was not surprised. She knew he owned this place for a long time now. They had a little chat, then another customer came and went to the room next door. Abigail stopped talking right away. Greg noticed that she stopped talking just to listen to the customer who just went into the other room. He listened closely too and heard a familiar voice.

"Give me a pot of darjeeling," Jonathan said.

Greg looked at Abigail. She was smiling, but her eyes glinted murderously. Wait? What did that moron do this time? She looks furious. "What did he—"

"Shh!" Abigail asked him to shut up. She then called the manager over and gave him a little packet of something. "I want you to spike Jonathan's tea with this."

The manager looked at Greg, a little apprehensive. Greg never liked Jonathan much, so he nodded. Since Greg approved of this, the manager went and spiked Jonathan's tea. Someone else entered Jonathan's room a moment later.

"Sorry, Mr. Fraser. The traffic was a nightmare," a stranger said. He was a man.

Abigail had no idea who the man was, but she kept quiet. She was still interested in finding out what Jonathan was trying to do.

Greg was upset that Jonathan distracted Abigail, but he guessed she must have something in mind. She would never do this out of boredom. He called the manager over again and connected the surveillance camera to his phone, then he handed it to Abigail. Now she could see and hear them.

Jonathan said coldly, "I don't like to be kept waiting."

"I know, and I'm sorry. The traffic's a real nightmare." The man was smiling, but the look in his eyes said otherwise. Abigail felt uneasy just looking at his eyes.

He was obviously not a good person.

Greg wrote something on the table with the tea. Abigail looked at it. It read, 'He's Great Nature's manager. Has some ties with the underworld'.

Great Nature was the club where Emma's scandal first broke out.

So this was all a trap. Jonathan set Emma up. She had already guessed that this was the case, but she had no proof. Until now. I don't have to hold back anymore. 'What's this guy's name?' She wrote on the table as well.

Greg thought this was an amusing way to communicate. He wrote, 'Bob Dick'.

That's a regular name, she thought.

Jonathan said, "Her reputation might be down the drain now, but it's still not enough. I need you to make sure she gets so humiliated to the point she kills herself. Get what I mean?"

Bob froze for a moment, then he smiled devilishly. "You're cruel, Mr. Fraser. She's still your fiancée. She's already traumatized from what happened. Do you really need her dead? That's a bit too far, don't you think?"

"Shut up. Are you doing this or what?"

What a b*stard. Emma dated him for five years, and this is what she gets in return. Abigail thought she was blind. She used to think Jonathan was a good guy.

Greg was delighted to see Abigail so disgusted with Jonathan. You should never take me for granted, Abbie. Didn't expect to run into this today. This pleases me. I'll have a little feast later.

Abigail had no idea Greg just had a little monolog. She kept listening to the conversation. "So how much are you paying?" Bob asked.

"750,000. I'll give it to you in a minute."

This was just pocket change for Jonathan, though Bob was happy with it. "Got it. I'll make sure she dies quietly. Oh wait, you want her to die of humiliation. I'll do it as soon as I get the money."

Jonathan snorted, and Bob left, lest someone saw him here with Jonathan. The manager had come back in with the tea, and Jonathan poured a cup for himself. He took a whiff of the aroma, and a mirthless smile curled his lips. It's been five years. She's not even fun anymore. Besides, Emma is worthless. She can't even help my business out.

He would not mind fooling with her if Abigail never returned, but Abigail did come back, and she was the best surgeon in the world to boot. He knew she must have made a ton of money just from operating on those big-ticket patients. But that woman is a fake b*tch too. She said she loved me, but now she dates Greg just because he's more powerful than I am. But it's fine. I can wait. She'll be mine eventually.

Jonathan was confident his plan would work out, but then he felt a stab of pain coming from his stomach. He was familiar with that churning feeling. Oh sh*t. He got up and went straight to the restroom, but the laxative worked too well. He felt himself soiling his pants before he could even get to the restroom, and his face fell. The stench of excrement filled the air. Jonathan froze because he had never run into something like this before. He never soiled his pants even when he was a kid. I can't believe I just pooped my pants. Lunchtime was over, so there were not many people out there, but he would go on the next day's headlines if he went out just like that. He felt like killing himself.

He wanted to call someone and get them to send a pair of pants over, but his phone was on the table. He tried to take a step, but he could feel his excrement flowing down his pants. He almost fainted from disgust. Eventually he reached his table and called his lackey. "Get a fresh pair of pants to room 302 in Food Hall!" Jonathan's voice was trembling. He could not believe what was happening. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Abigail and Greg were watching, and they burst into laughter, though Abigail's face fell a moment later. He wants to humiliate Emma more? Does he think we're pushovers? Fine. I'll let you have a taste of your own medicine.

Greg had been observing Abigail, and he knew she wanted to pull a fast one on Jonathan the moment the look on her face changed. Greg never liked Jonathan much. He had been trying to take Abigail away once too often now. He called his secretary, asking her to tip the reporters off about a juicy event that was happening in room number 302 in Food Hall.

The reporters were natural news hunters and pounced on tips like cats to a fish. All of them made a beeline to the Food Hall.

Abigail nudged Greg's elbow, telling him to change the tea out, or they might get accused of sabotage. Greg said he would do it, but he remained still.

The reporters came to the spot a while later and barged into room number 302 without even knocking. The poor reporters who went in first almost fainted from the stench.

"Holy hell! What the f*ck is that? It smells like shit!"

"Anyone wanna put up a biohazard warning here?"

The other reporters covered their noses, but they could still smell the stench. The other customers overheard the reporters' conversation, and they surrounded room number 302 out of curiosity.

"What's wrong?"

"What happened?"

The fact that someone came in and caused a commotion horrified Jonathan. He noticed someone trying to take his photo, and he flew into a rage. "F*ck off! You can't come in! Off! Off with you!" he roared angrily, but at the same time, he pooped again, and the stench piled on. It wafted across the room and corridor, almost knocking everyone out.

"Darn. That's one disgusting shit."

"Wait a minute… That's Jonathan! Fraser Incorporated's top dog!"

Someone recognized Jonathan.

It was nothing less than a bombshell for the reporters, and they didn't care about the stench anymore. Everyone started taking photos, while Jonathan covered his face with his arm. He tried to chase the reporters away, but he could not even make a move. His poop would spill if he tried to even walk.