Chapter 199 Pretending to Be Good
Right then, the door to the private room flew open.
Gregory barged in, looking all tense, and rushed straight to Abigail. "You okay? Did someone hurt you? Who messed with you?"
Henry and Quinn were right behind him, looking just as worried.
When they saw what was going on inside, they were floored.
A group of men huddled in the corner, trembling with fear, one of them with wet pants and clutching his arm in pain, clearly having been taught a lesson.
Abigail, who looked all small and delicate, had this innocent look on her face, but she was holding a broken wine glass.
It wasn't hard to figure out what had just gone down.
Henry and Quinn exchanged looks, eyebrows raised. Did Abigail really just do that? No way!
As soon as Gregory showed up, Abigail quickly turned around and tossed the wine glass to the floor.
Then, in a sweet and obedient voice, she called out, "Mr. White."
Gregory pulled her into his arms, checked her over carefully, and only after making sure she was okay did he finally relax.
Abigail looked up, surprised. "Mr. White, why are you here? How did you know I was here?"
Gregory explained, "Henry, Quinn, and I came for dinner. The waiter told us there was a commotion in this room, so we rushed over."
He paused, his cold eyes sweeping over the men in the corner. "Did they mess with you?"
The men quickly shook their heads. "No, we wouldn't dare!"
Abigail nervously blinked and pointed at the man who had wet his pants, saying, "They were talking trash about me, and he was the worst!"
She didn't mention she had already handled it.
Hearing this, Gregory's face darkened; he let go of Abigail, walked up to the man who was sitting on the ground in pain, clutching his injured arm and whimpering, and suddenly grabbed his collar.
The man screamed in pain, "Mr. White, please spare me. I didn't mean it, I swear."
"Daring to mess with my woman, you got a death wish?" Gregory grabbed him by the throat and pinned him against the wall, veins bulging, his deep blue eyes flashing with anger.
The man could barely breathe, his face turning red as he struggled, but he couldn't break free.
Just when the man thought he was done for, Abigail walked over and stopped Gregory. "Let it go, Mr. White. I've already taught him a lesson."
Mr. Knight's eyes lit up with gratitude toward Abigail, almost moved to tears.
But Abigail was thinking, 'If he dies, it won't be good. Mr. White isn't as gentle as I am and won't hold back.'
Gregory hadn't planned to let the suppliers there off so easily. He pulled out his phone and called Leo.
In less than ten minutes, Leo showed up and respectfully asked, "Mr. White, what's going on?"
Gregory said, "Remember these faces and let everyone know they messed with the White Group."
Leo took a look around and recognized a few of them. These guys were some of the biggest fabric suppliers in Aramore.
The White Group had a hand in the clothing industry too, so Leo had seen them before.
But their companies weren't big enough to work directly with the White Group.
The bosses' faces went pale, and they quickly started begging, "Mr. White, we messed up. Please, give us another chance. Don't ruin us!"
"Since you know Abigail is my wife, you should know better than to mess with me." Gregory coldly pushed them aside and left with Abigail, ignoring their desperate pleas.
He took Abigail to another private room.
Gregory held her hand as they sat down and asked the waiter for a hot towel, carefully wiping her hands.
Abigail sat there, staring at his handsome face without blinking. "Mr. White, are you mad?"
"No," Gregory said, not looking up.
Abigail pouted, not buying it. "You must be mad. Otherwise, why won't you look at me?"
Hearing this, Gregory looked up at her, a bit helpless. "If I hadn't shown up today, were you planning to handle those guys all by yourself?"
Abigail pursed her lips, wanting to defend herself. But before she could, Gregory continued, "What if they were really dangerous? What would you have done?"
"I already checked them out. I knew they were just a bunch of cowards. Nothing would happen! Besides, they started it by insulting me!" Abigail raised her chin, looking defiant.
Gregory rubbed his forehead in frustration and softened his tone. "I'm not mad at you for standing up for yourself, but you don't have to do it alone. You're my wife. When you're in trouble, you should come to me."
The thought of Abigail being bullied while he wasn't there was unbearable for him.
Abigail blinked and tentatively reached out, gently tugging on his sleeve. "Mr. White, I know I was wrong. It happened so fast, I didn't have time. If it happens again, I'll definitely tell you first!"
Gregory gave her a sidelong glance, like he could see right through her. "Will you?"
Abigail guiltily stuck out her tongue and hugged him, complaining, "You're too much. I just got out of danger, and instead of comforting me, you're scolding me."
Gregory stayed silent.
He reached out and pinched Abigail's cheek, gritting his teeth. "You're a handful!"
Henry and Quinn were completely ignored. They exchanged a glance, looking helpless.
Henry gave Quinn a look, signaling him to leave quietly.
They didn't want to stick around any longer. It was better to leave early. It seemed they wouldn't be getting their meal today.
Just as they were about to leave, Gregory's deep voice came from behind, "Where do you think you're going? Sit down and eat."
Henry and Quinn paused and smiled, "Gregory, you and Abigail probably have a lot to talk about. We don't want to intrude."
It was best not to get in the middle of their issues.
Even though they wanted to watch the drama unfold, they valued their lives more.
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