Not One, But Two!

Chapter 24

She trashed my car and trash talked me? D*mn her! Greg ordered his men to extract the security footage. He watched as Abigail punctured his car tires and hurled abuse at him. He was livid. How dare she?

As if knowing Greg would watch her, Abigail raised two middle fingers at the security camera after she sabotaged his car. He noticed that she was saying something, but the footage was silent, so he couldn't hear anything. He asked his men to zoom in to read her lips. After a long while later, he finally realized what she was saying. She said, "Here's the prescription to your harassment tendency. You're welcome. But d*mn, I have to get a rabies vaccine injection later."

Greg laughed mirthlessly. She called me a piece of sh*t last time, and now she's calling me a rabid dog? How dare she? He stormed off and got a ride home. If I don't teach her a lesson, she's going to get even worse.

Abigail wouldn't return to Allie's Garden, of course. She was no idiot, and evading Greg for the time being was the most important thing she had to do. She texted Alissa, 'I need you to get out of Allie's Garden by eight in the morning tomorrow. I'll take you home.' Abigail knew what she had to do. Once Valerie woke up and was confirmed to be in good health, her mission would come to an end. She would take Alissa with her without any worries left. Who cares what Greg has to say? Alissa's my kid. Nobody can take her away from me.

Alissa frowned when she got the message. Mommy's going back? But I still want to stay with Daddy. 'Can't we stay for a bit longer, Mommy?'

'No.' Abigail refused immediately. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

'Okay.' Alissa texted back, feeling crestfallen.

Abigail kept her phone. When she looked around, she realized that she was in the shopping district. She used to love this place, but she only window-shopped every time. She couldn't afford anything here, since Sasha controlled all the finances. Every time a new season was in, she'd come with Emma to buy her clothes, but Abigail herself had no such privilege. All she could do was window shop. It was a bad memory, and Abigail sneered. It's in the past now.

She went into the mall that was standing beside her.

Alissa's a hyperactive kid. She's not ladylike at all, and she loves gender neutral clothes. Bought most of her clothes online too, and even Arianna's starting to get influenced. Abigail wanted to get Arianna a few dresses, while Alissa would get two pairs of boxing gloves.

She walked around, but a while later, a familiar voice sounded. "I want your latest clothes."

Abigail frowned. Emma? That's the last person I want to bump into. She would never forget what Emma did to her five years ago. She used to hold a huge grudge against her, but after her daughters were born, the joy they brought washed away most of her hatred. Most.

Well, I'm just a visitor now, and I'm leaving tomorrow. For good this time. Might as well avoid her. She turned around and pretended to look at the clothes in the store, waiting for Emma to leave before she did. But this is an urban romance novel, and thus, drama would take place.

Emma noticed the clothes Abigail was holding, and she stopped in her footsteps. "I want this one too!" she demanded arrogantly, pointing at the clothes Abigail was holding.

The sales assistant was put in a difficult place. She didn't want to cross Emma, so she went up to Abigail apologetically. "I'm sorry, miss, but there's only one of those left in our store. Can you—"

Abigail turned around and told the sales assistant, "I'll take it." Abigail didn't want to argue with Emma, but she never expected Emma to be as haughty as she used to be five years ago. Well, I was going to

let you off the hook, but here you are, so… b*tch slap time.

Emma froze. "Abigail? Why are you here? Do you have any idea how much that costs? You think a pauper like you can afford it? What a joke."

She's still as annoying as she was five years ago. Abigail didn't even waste her breath talking to Emma. She took a credit card out of her bag and handed it to the sales assistant. "Card, please," she said calmly.

The sales assistant was petrified when she saw the card, then she took it with trembling hands. But before she could leave, Emma held her down.

"I said I'm taking that! You can't sell it to her! This credit card might be a fluke! Do you know who I am? If you sell that shirt to her, I'll have you fired! This whole mall belongs to my boyfriend!" Emma threatened.

The sales assistant looked slightly miffed, but she muttered, "Miss Kain, this is a limited edition black card. Usable worldwide, and the credit is unlimited. I can't cross her, or I'll be in trouble."

"What did you say?" Emma was stunned.

Abigail looked at her sardonically. "You don't even recognize this card, and you call yourself a socialite? Aren't you a confident one?"

Emma felt embarrassed that she was exposed, especially because she was surrounded by ladies who came from rich families as well. She could see the mockery in their eyes, so Emma snatched the card away and snapped, "Of course I know this is a black card. That's mine! You stole it from me! I'll call Dad, and he's going to teach you a lesson."

The ladies were interested in the drama that was happening, and they knew there was gossip in there as well.

"Is that your sister, Emma? You never told me you had a sister."

"Yeah. She has much better skin than you."

Emma was enraged that the ladies were saying that Abigail was better than she was. "She's my sister, but my dad chased her out five years ago. She might look innocent, but my father chased her out because she slept around with a lot of people. Even if she is rich, she must have gotten her money by sleeping around. I was wondering where my black card went, and it turns out you took it. But you're still my sister, so I'm willing to let you go. Leave, or I'll call the police."

Emma was about to keep the card for herself, but Abigail sneered. "Call the police then."

"What did you say?" Emma was stunned. She seems different than how she used to be, but how?

Abigail didn't waste any time explaining herself. She whipped her phone out and called the cops.

Emma started to panic after her bluff was called. "Are you mad, Abigail? I'm your sister."

"No you aren't. I cut ties with you five years ago. I don't need a sister who steals my boyfriend."

The rich ladies were starting to give Emma weird looks.

"Jonathan used to be this lady's boyfriend?"

"She's lying! Jonathan's my boyfriend," Emma frantically explained. But when she thought how calm Abigail looked, and that she had called the police, she quickly gave her back the clothes. "Fine. I won't take this anymore. Now just leave!"

"Give me back my card." Abigail extended her hand.

Emma lied blatantly, "This card is mine!"

"Fine. Guess we'll wait for the cops then." Abigail wasn't worried in the least bit.

Emma sneered silently. She only ever uses the same passcode, and I know what it is. Even if the cops are here, as long as I know the passcode, they won't believe that the card is hers no matter what she says. "Fine, but don't cry, you know." Emma sat down smugly, as if she knew she was going to win.

When the ladies saw how confident Emma was, they started to give Abigail dirty looks.

"Well, someone's shameless."

"Slept around with a lot of men, and yet she shows up around us. How disgusting."

The ladies started off whispering, but they eventually turned it into an audible discussion, ignoring Abigail's feelings.

Abigail only thought of their discussion as white noise, and she took her phone out to play some games.

The police officers came after a short while. "What seems to be the problem?"

Emma quickly stood up and smiled at them. "Hi, officers. I'm Emma, Jonathan's fiancée. This woman here is Abigail. She stole my credit card. You have to punish her!"

Abigail was used to Emma accusing her of the things she did herself. She finished her game first before turning her attention to Emma and the officers. "That card belongs to me, officer," she said calmly.

"Just because you say so doesn't mean it's yours. I can say I own this mall, but technically, it's not mine. How dare you lie to the officers, Abigail? You're getting bold!" Emma mocked.

Abigail didn't want to talk to her. She said, "You can check the card, officers. You'll know the owner's details."

"Every card owner's details are confidential. Nobody can check them."

"Yeah!" The ladies around Emma agreed.

They were jealous, for there weren't a lot of people who could own a black card. In Harrion, only Jonathan Fraser and the young masters from the four biggest families could own one.

Abigail waited until they were done talking, then she said, "There is another way to prove who the real owner of this card is."

"And that is?" Emma asked.

Abigail answered, "Passcode. If you say the card is yours, then type in the passcode."

"Hah. It's my card. Of course I know the passcode." Emma went to the counter and told the cashier, "Swipe this card, please."

The officers gave their permission, and the cashier took out the sales terminal. When it was time to type in the passcode, everyone watched as Emma confidently typed in the passcode she thought Abigail would use, but the results shocked her.