Not One, But Two!
Chapter 219

Chapter 219

Chapter 219

How did it feel like to miss someone?

Abigail didn't know about it until now. It was like an invisible string that sometimes shackled andtightened one's heart, in which the throbbing pain conjured memories in one's mind.

Abigail grabbed the tomatoes and suddenly thought of the tomato egg prepared by Greg. Theflashback was so vivid that she could even recall his expression back then.

She felt somewhat resigned and frustrated with herself and was about to switch them to otheringredients when Charlotte's voice resounded behind her.

"Thinking about Greg?"

"Stop spouting nonsense, please." Abigail, who was caught red-handed, wasn't sure what she shoulddo with the tomatoes in her hand now. "What would you like to have? Are tomatoes alright for you?"

"I'm fine with anything. I'm a simple woman," said Charlotte casually as her eyes were fixated uponAbigail with an ambiguous gaze. "Tell me, why are you suddenly dating Greg when you've been singlefor five years? Not to mention the fact that you've obtained the custody right to your kids? Look atHugh, who's been by your side for five years. He's handsome and capable. He's not that bad comparedto Greg, but why have you chosen Greg?"

"And what's wrong with Greg?" Abigail took out another two eggs after cleaning the tomatoes.

Her simple question made Charlotte answer solemnly. "He's not one simple man, and he's not whatyou think he is. Although everyone on Hitman Island has to treat him with respect, they will not let him

get away from it, even if he's the leader of Night Assassino. Besides, even the best hacker failed to pryhis background."

Abigail was stunned, for she had not considered doing a background check on Greg. Not even once.However, she now wondered if she should do it since Charlotte had brought it up. "Why thebackground check?"

"Don't you think that something's off? Old Madam Buckley has looked after him since he was a child,but we couldn't replace out who his father was. Old Madam Buckley has her marriage hidden well, too;even though she's divorced, there's no gist of her ex-husband's identity. Greg lives in the Gray Territory,but can you believe that he seldom does illicit affairs? Suppose a mafia boss can be the leader of NightAssassino without any illegal involvement. In that case, it is either that he has a powerful backer or he'spowerful enough to take the position. In fact, he would be so powerful that no one could track back thetraces of his deeds. Otherwise, he must've destroyed every evidence."

Charlotte was like a wake-up call that knocked Abigail to her senses because she didn't think thatmuch. Greg was simply the person she liked and nothing more. She didn't care about his identity.

"Don't pry further if it's a waste of time. We'll know when the time comes."

"Do I have to remind you of the consequences of going against Hitman Island? You're going to getyourself assassinated for a mere man! So, what if you have Shadow to protect you? They can'tpossibly keep you safe all the time. I do not doubt your skills, but once the never-ending chase starts,you won't get to live a peaceful life. Do you hear me? Can you even guarantee your children's safety?Abigail Kain, you've never been the one who makes rash decisions, but why now? Why are you beingso careless?"

Noticing Charlotte's concern and worries, Abigail smiled. She's still the same—cold on the outside butwarm on the inside.

"And you're smiling right now? I guess that's the only thing you've learned in the past five years."Charlotte was evidently vexed.

Abigail popped a piece of ham into Charlotte's mouth. "I know that you're worried about me."

"Who's worried about you? Get your facts right, girl," denied Charlotte as she began munching thepiece of meat, albeit disapproving of Abigail's action of feeding her suddenly.

Abigail comforted, "I'll deal with Hitman Island. At most, I will just ruin them and turn everything intoashes."

"Stop the big talk, please." Charlotte left the kitchen after having said everything that she should.

Did Greg use some kind of spell on her? Is that why she can't get over him?

If Charlotte were in Abigail's shoes, she wouldn't hesitate to leave that man. Besides, she would'vedone a thorough background check on Greg before getting affiliated with him in order to prevent anyunwanted predicament.

But she is really in danger. What should I do? Charlotte was at her wit's end.

In the meantime, Abigail was quite laid-back about the whole situation and was reminded of somethingthanks to her friend.

If Hitman Island had ordered Charlotte, their best assassin, to oust her, more assassins would bepursuing her in the future. Although she wasn't afraid of the incessant assassination, she had toreconsider her kids' safety. Obliterating the island was a mere joke, but she had an idea of how tohandle the situation.

While she was doing all the thinking in her head, her hands didn't stop. Soon, she served the dishes onthe dining table. "Enjoy."

When Charlotte looked at the appetizing dishes, she couldn't help the sincere praise from blurting out,"I never knew that you're a good cook."

"There are so many things you don't know about me. Why don't you stay here and replace them out one byone by yourself?"

Charlotte was nonplussed. "Have you fallen for me?"

"I've liked you since long ago."

Charlotte was shocked by the sudden 'confession'. "Are you perhaps bisexual?"

"What are you talking about, Charlotte? Do you need a punch to knock some sense into your head?"Abigail knew that she could never get through to Charlotte, whose reasoning was quite peculiar.

Charlotte shrugged as she replied nonchalantly, "Let me eat before you punch me."

Then, she started to dig in. Her brow raised instinctively as the food had set her taste buds tingling.She reckoned that none of the restaurants would be able to make the same delicious taste.

At the same time, the chef watched her devour the dishes, which easily lightened her mood. Charlottewas one of the few friends that Abigail had. Thus, even if she were planning to annihilate HitmanIsland, she would never allow Charlotte to return to that hideous place.

"Charlotte, just stay with me. Leave the matter to me. I can guarantee you that no one will replace outabout your past."

Charlotte, who was halfway through her meal, paused momentarily before letting out a bitter smile."There's gonna be traces left as long as I've lived there. How can you let everyone forget about a livingperson? What about those records, even if they suffered from memory loss? You're too naive, Abigail.My life had never been the same as it was after I graduated from college, and everything is recorded.

They will send the records to the police the moment I plan on leaving the island. Are you trying to haveme killed?"

Had Charlotte never thought of leaving? No, she did.

Still, the island was a prison where killing was not uncommon. The moment she set foot there hadmarked the beginning of the undoing of her life.

Therefore, she had to live as an emotionless assassin for the rest of her life. She was the syndicate'sweapon, which could do nothing other than rake in money for them.

It wasn't like she didn't give it a shot, either. She tried several times, yet the only thing she had receivedwas an agonizing punishment. She was glad that Abigail did not have to suffer such a tormentingexperience.

Charlotte suddenly lost her appetite and put down her spoon. "I'm full."

Abigail asked, "Do you know King?"

"How can I possibly not know who the best hacker is? But he's a hard nut to crack. So, we can't hirehim, no matter how many times our instructor tries. Otherwise, we could've caught a whiff of Greg'sbackground."

With a faint smile, Abigail spilled the beans. "King is me." She had been careful about her identity, butCharlotte was someone that she could trust.

Charlotte riveted on the spot before bursting into laughter. "Abigail, I know that you're trying to comfortme, but you don't have to go to lengths by saying that you're King. He's a legend, and you shouldn'tsay things like that. "

Since she had seen this coming, Abigail held her tongue and brought over her laptop instead. Herfingers began to move swiftly as strings of codes began to fill the screen without any letup right in frontof Charlotte's eyes. Even Charlotte was deeply impressed by her speed.

Before long, Abigail had successfully infiltrated Hitman Island's safety system, and Charlotte was alltensed up to see 'Hitman Island' on the screen.

"What? Did you really—"

"Shh. Watch and learn." Abigail was searching for Charlotte's record.

As its name implied, Hitman Island was a ruthless place. After the higher-ups received the money, theywould nurture new assassins to assassinate the targets while keeping records of the assassins'movements and photos. Once an assassin had betrayed or even had the intention of leaving, theycould send the evidence to the police easily, thanks to the convenience of the Internet. Thus, theassassin would ultimately be the wanted criminal worldwide.

It was no wonder that many of them couldn't afford to leave the place as they were forced to stay.

Although Charlotte had only a few missions in the past few years, there were still records of them.

Baffled, Charlotte had never imagined herself to be able to see those confidential files with her owneyes. Even the top-notch hackers would decline the request that required them to hack into HitmanIsland's system, for they didn't want to put their lives at stake.

Now that Abigail had shown her her records readily, Charlotte still couldn't believe her eyes. Instead,her face blanched at the irrefutable evidence of her past murders.

Not only her course of actions and expressions were recorded, but the victims' identities were alsospecially labeled as well. Therefore, a death row was inevitable once everything in the files was

disclosed.

Charlotte sneered. "The higher-ups are so detailed with their job."

"I'll delete it, and you'll be free from now on." But, right when Abigail was about to press the 'delete'button, Charlotte stopped her.

"Is it true that you're planning to destroy Hitman Island?" Charlotte stared at her intensely but couldn'tread her mind other than the determination in her eyes.

"Charlotte, what are you going to do?"

"We should atone for our sins. It's true that I killed those people."

"You were forced to!"

"But still, I killed them with my bare hands. And I admit that it's all my doing. Whether it's death row orlifetime imprisonment, I don't care because it is my punishment. But this syndicate mustn't exist. Moreinnocent people will be trapped in this hell to be trained as assassins. I've seen new groups of peopleon the island, and they were always disposed of into the sea. I thought I'd gotten used to it, but I nowknow that I'm not. That wasn't always the case. So, tell me—are you going to obliterate HitmanIsland?"

It had struck upon Charlotte that Abigail was not blurting only empty words. Abigail was King, hence thepossibility that she was able to root out the horrendous place once and for all rose significantly!