Chapter 351 Confrontation
Abigail couldn't help but gasp, rubbing her head where it hurt from the collision.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a car pass by them, and through the closed window, a low, threatening voice came through.
"Get out of Aerilon, or next time it won't be this simple!"
With that, the car sped away.
The attitude was extremely arrogant!
The driver slammed the steering wheel and cursed under his breath, "Bastard! If you have the guts, don't run!"
However, in no time, the car had already disappeared without a trace.
He stared angrily for a moment, then turned to Abigail. "Ms. Martin, are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"No, I'm fine. Who was that just now?"
The provocative words left behind made it clear the accident was intentional. Not many people knew they were in Aerilon. Who was so eager to make her leave?
Abigail rubbed her slightly aching forehead and instructed the driver, "Can the car still run? We're running out of time."
Before coming, she had Gregory look into Orson and found out he was punctual and hated lateness. The driver started the engine and headed to the café. When Abigail arrived, Orson was already there.
Seeing Abigail, he quickly waved. "Ms. Martin, over here."
Abigail smiled and sat down. "Mr. Worthington, long time no see."
"Just call me Orson. Calling me Mr. Worthington feels weird. Can I call you Abigail from now on?"
Abigail nodded. "Orson?"
"Yes, Abigail."
They exchanged smiles, and Orson took out a painting from beside him and handed it to Abigail. "By the way, this is for you. It seems we are destined to meet."
Abigail reached out to take it, unable to hide her amazement.
This painting was different from the previous ones; it was bright and sunny in both color and overall feeling.
Orson scratched his head awkwardly and explained, "When I painted this, I was thinking of you. Although I don't know you well, I can tell you're a strong and cheerful girl."
Abigail couldn't put it down, a faint smile appearing on her lips. "Thank you, I really like it."
They then discussed the painting further, and Quinn learned that Abigail was a fashion designer.
When it was about time, they said their goodbyes.
Abigail took the painting home.
Quinn happened to be at home and was stunned when he saw what Abigail was holding. "Orson gave you that?"
Abigail nodded with a smile, showing it to him. "Isn't it beautiful? Orson is very talented in painting, and his works are unique. He's a very gifted artist."
Quinn hadn't expected Abigail to hold Orson in such high regard. He glanced at the painting in her hand, feeling a twinge of jealousy. It was just a painting, right? What was so great about it? Orson was usually quiet and immersed in his own world. So why was he so eager to please Abigail?
"By the way, hasn't Gregory come back yet?"
Quinn pursed his lips, not answering her question but instead asking, "Did you have a car accident on the way?"
Abigail was taken aback, then realized that the driver was Quinn's man, and such a big incident would definitely be reported to Quinn.
Seeing the worry in Quinn's eyes, Abigail smiled and moved closer to comfort him, "There was a little accident, but look, I'm not hurt at all."
Quinn opened his mouth as if to say something but ultimately just said, "Never mind, you go rest upstairs. I'll go find Gregory."
With that, he stood up and left the villa. Abigail frowned at his hurried steps.
Was Quinn hiding something? Why had he hesitated to speak?
She shrugged it off and went upstairs with the painting. Though the car accident wasn't serious, her head still hurt. She had held on while chatting with Orson, not wanting to disappoint him. Back in her room, Abigail carefully placed the painting down and lay on the bed, soon falling asleep.
Meanwhile, Gregory appeared at the Worthington family hotel and went straight to the luxury suite on the top floor.
There were bodyguards standing outside the door. Seeing Gregory, they immediately stopped him. "This is not a place you should be. Leave."
Gregory looked at them and said coldly, "I'm here to see Caius. Please inform him."
The two bodyguards exchanged a glance but didn't move.
"No matter who you are, this is not a place you can enter."
Gregory frowned slightly, his sharp gaze sweeping over them. "I'll say it one last time, tell Caius that Gregory is here to see him."
The bodyguards hesitated under Gregory's imposing presence. One signaled to the other, who then walked into the luxury suite.
After a while, he came out and said to Gregory, "Mr. Worthington will see you."
Gregory was not surprised and walked past them into the suite.
Caius was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a half-smoked cigarette, looking at something.
Hearing footsteps, he slowly turned around.
"Mr. White, have a seat."
Gregory stood still, his stern face carrying a faint smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"No need to sit. I need to get back to my wife. Let's keep this short."
Caius raised an eyebrow in surprise, looking at Gregory with a hint of admiration.
"Mr. White, you are the young men I admire the most."
If he wasn't worried that Michelle might remember something, he would have liked to get to know Gregory better and become friends.
Gregory sneere. "I came here to ask, Mr. Worthington, what kind of skill is it to bully a weak girl on your own turf?"
Caius was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"Found out so quickly? It seems you're even more capable than I thought."
Gregory remained indifferent.
Two hours ago, he received a call from the driver saying someone had deliberately crashed into Abigail's car, and he sensed something was wrong.
The only person who knew they were in Aerilon and didn't want them to stay was Caius.
Caius sat back on the sofa, crossing his legs, and said indifferently, "Since that's the case, I'll be straightforward. I hope Mr. White can take your wife and leave Aerilon as soon as possible."
Gregory asked, "What if I say no?"
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