Not One, But Two!

Chapter 222

"I..."

Charlotte could see just how worried Abigail was. "Go," said Charlotte, unable to hold back her smile. "Don't worry about me. Interpol will not be able to find me just yet. I have time to arrange my business. Your Mr. Buckley, however, cannot wait."

The way Charlotte spoke told Abigail that she had already made up her mind.

While Abigail was reluctant to leave her friend, she had to respect Charlotte's decision.

"You are not allowed to leave. I will be back, and I'll compensate you for this."

After all this time and effort, Abigail was finally able to meet up with Charlotte. There was no way such a brief meeting was enough for her.

"Alright. I will wait for you here in Harrion. Now, go, and take care of your foot."

"Mother-hen."

Abigail chuckled before pulling out her phone to call Teal.

"Hey, I need to go on a trip. Is it okay if we delay your treatment for two days?"

"No problem."

Teal was fine with anything.

Frankly speaking, Abigail thought herself highly blessed to have met Teal.

"I'm afraid I'll have to leave the kids with you as well."

"That's fine. They are good kids. Don't worry."

As Teal did not have any kids of her own, she was elated to look after Alissa and Arianna.

All worries finally left Abigail's mind after hearing Teal's reassurances.

She stood up and rubbed more medicinal tincture over her injury, which made her skin burn before going numb. Then, she left without hesitation.

Abigail drove out of Allie's Garden and over to Addison.

"Why are you here, Miss Abigail?" asked Addison.

"Get me a plane to Hitman Island, and have our men get ready to go."

Abigail did not have time to explain anything.

Although Valerie was getting everything ready, Abigail still felt uneasy.

Greg was only in danger because he was trying to clean up after her. She could not just stand there and do nothing.

While stunned at his new orders, Addison swiftly began to relay those orders. "We don't actually need to fly over," he softly said to Abigail. "We can go by sea. It would be much safer than flying there."

"I want to get there quickly, not safely. I need to be on Hitman Island as soon as possible."

Abigail's response was slow and deliberate.

"Alright. I will get everything ready."

Addison then rushed out of the room.

As for Abigail, she stood there thinking. There was a cold look on her face as worry flashed through her eyes.

Once more, she had to revisit her opinion of Greg.

Initially, she found him to be a reckless and hasty man who was only capable of doing so due to his family background. Now, she realized he was not just all brawn and no brains.

Still, she did not think Greg would actually use Interpol to deal with Hitman Island.

How could the tyrant of the Night Assassino empire do such a thing?

Although he worked in the Gray Territory, he still obeyed the law and would only ever act on evidence, even though that was not something expected from a person who lived in the Gray Territory.

Somehow, she felt comforted by that thought. She had been terrified that she would drag Greg into the fight due to crossfire, but this was the best outcome.

Even so, only someone powerful would be able to use the might of the army and Interpol. Without someone influential backing him, there was no way Interpol would have helped out with this, even if he had concrete proof.

Hence, did this mean Greg was hiding a great secret, as Charlotte said?

She did not know. For the first time in forever, she felt the urge to get to know a man better, yet she was reluctant to do so.

Would it be disrespectful to him if she discovered everything she wanted to know by hacking other people? Would he not tell her all the answers she wanted if he trusted her?

At that thought, she shook away all thoughts of digging into his secret.

Then, she made a phone call to Carter.

When Carter saw the call from her, he was vibrating with excitement.

"Oh, you finally thought of me, King. Let me tell you. I am so bored over here..."

"Didn't you just accept a big job? Have you already sent them the information on Hitman Island?"

Her words stunned him.

"Damn! King, are you right next to me? Do you work for the Buckley Family as well? How amazing! You know every move I make."

Contrary to his enthusiasm, she was much more apathetic. "Help me with something."

"Just say the word."

"Delete everything on Charlotte Ford found there. Make sure that they cannot salvage information on her at all."

While she respected Charlotte's decision, she could not just let her be thrown into prison.

After all, Charlotte did say that she was a daughter of policemen and heroes. If not for Hitman Island, Charlotte would have plenty of options for her future in which she could succeed with the help of her parents' influence. However, because of that evil organization, she lost everything.

Even though she wanted to atone for her past sins, there was more than one way to atone in this world.

That was why Abigail would never sit idly by while Charlotte faced imprisonment.

If Abigail did the deed herself, Charlotte would bear a grudge against her for it. If it were Carter, though, it could be explained away as Carter accidentally deleting a few documents during the transfer. Abigail had nothing to do with it.

Just as she thought that Carter responded, "Whoa, just who is she to you, King?"

"Just do as I say. I'll transfer 1.5 million to you once you're done."

"I don't care about the money. All I want is a meal with you. Your treat."

He had always wondered who King was and genuinely admired King for their hacking skills.

Unfortunately, King always used a voice changer when they were communicating. This made him even more curious about their identity.

In Abigail's honest opinion, Carter was not a bad person, and he had done plenty for her. In fact, if she ended up together with Greg in the future, she would be considered his boss. "Okay," she agreed. "I'll let you know when I have the time."

"Really?"

He could not believe his ears.

King actually agreed to treat him to a meal.

He was overwhelmed with joy.

"Get this job done now. I don't want anyone from Interpol or the military to see Charlotte's information."

"Roger!"

He tackled the task with enthusiasm. Unbeknownst to them, someone had already noticed Charlotte's file.

Craig Pratt frowned at the document before him in an office within the military compound.

Charlotte Ford...

She looked exceedingly similar to his instructor from the Special Forces.

According to the rumors, his instructor had a daughter who disappeared years ago. No matter how hard they searched, they could never find a trace of her.

His surname was also Ford. Was this just a coincidence?

Craig also remembered secretly sending men out to look for the girl when his instructor's wife passed away. He should still have her photo somewhere.

After a quick search through his office, he found the photo tucked away in a drawer.

It was an old, yellowing photo of a girl much younger than Charlotte. Nevertheless, it was apparent they were the same person.

He shot to his feet, grabbed his car keys, and strode toward Bruno's office.

"I wish to join the operation at Hitman Island."

Bruno was stunned.

"You are a Lieutenant Colonel. Why do you want to go? Also, we already have someone leading the team."

"I'm not going to be a leader, but as a member. I'm looking for someone."

Deep down, Craig was shaking with excitement.

He had found his instructor's daughter!

After all, he owed his instructor a great debt. Unfortunately, he had been assigned to be a spy after graduation. By the time he returned, his instructor was gone.

No matter what, he could not let Charlotte suffer any longer.

"Who is it?"

Bruno was curious. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

"Stay out of it," Craig replied, shaking his head. "Anyway, I'm only notifying you of my intent to join the operation."

"You're too late. The team has already moved out, and is already on their way there. There is also no way I can arrange a plane just for you. Furthermore, you are a Lieutenant Colonel. So, Craig, I do not need to tell you the rules, right?"

The army had sent their team out as soon as they received Greg's information docket.

As Greg's best friend, Bruno knew Greg would only send him the evidence this swiftly because he wanted Hitman Island exterminated. Unfortunately, Greg was also likely to have made a move already. Thus, Bruno didn't dare to dally.

When Craig heard that, he ran out of the office without saying another word.

His jeep sped back toward the Pratt Residence. His family owned a private plane. Since he could not join the team on their flight, it was okay if he flew his own plane over, right?

Due to his haste, Craig was flying down the street. Just as he abruptly turned, a woman suddenly burst into the street.

Unable to stop in time, he swiftly turned the car away. There was a loud bang as he crashed into a rock on the opposite side of the road. Blood dripped down his forehead as his head lay against the steering wheel.

Charlotte had not expected a car to come rushing at her as she was walking down the street. While she had avoided the vehicle as best as she could, the car still crashed as it swerved to avoid her.

Upon a closer look, she realized the car belonged to the military.

Her father used to be driven back to the military base for training sessions in a similar car. As she regarded the crashed car, she felt a sense of deja vu.

Due to her memories of her father, she paused for a moment before darting forward to check on the car's driver.

"Are you alright? Do you need me to call an ambulance?"

Despite the apathetic tone of her voice, Craig found it to be rather soothing.

He waved his hand to decline her offer. When he looked up, he found a beautiful face looking down at him in worry.

It's her.

His heart started pounding.

He grabbed her wrist and barked out, "Get in!"

Unfortunately, in Charlotte's ignorant mind, Craig seemed like a kidnapper.

She frowned at him then, with a twist of her wrist, she could press her fingers on an acupressure point on his wrist that rendered his arm paralyzed momentarily.

"I thought you were a nice man since you were driving a military car, but you shame your profession with that revolting behavior."

Her voice turned as cold as a blizzard.

He froze at her austere reprimand. Various complicated emotions flitted through his eyes when he recalled what he read back in his office.

"Charlotte, I was your father's student. My name is Craig Pratt."

She was stunned when she heard that.

How did he know her name and what her father's profession was? Then, she saw the glint of his shoulder sleeve insignia.

A Lieutenant Colonel!

This man was a Lieutenant Colonel!

She did not expect to see someone so highly ranked as the driver. At once, she turned to run away. Nevertheless, he had gotten a hold of her shirt collar by then as his other arm wrapped itself around her slender waist to pull her onto his lap.

"How dare you run! If you try to run, I'll break your legs!"