Chapter 451 Want to Taste What Gregory's Wife is Like
Abigail rubbed her forehead in pain and stared at them. "Who sent you?"
The man didn't answer but instead, in a dominant manner, had his subordinates surround their car tightly.
"Won't you know when you arrives?"
"Don't worry, we won't hurt you. Our boss just wants to invite you over as a guest, no ill intentions."
Abigail slowly lowered her eyelids, sneering inwardly.
If there were really no ill intentions, how could they "invite" someone in this manner?
In the driver's seat, Leo kept a close eye on the men in black outside the window, his right hand discreetly reaching towards his lower back. "Mrs. White, hold on tight, I'll get us out of here."
Abigail frowned slightly and objected, "No, there are too many of them. Don't act rashly, let's find out what's going on first."
This private trip to Sylvanor was known to few. Somehow, Tom's face gradually crept into Abigail's mind. She pursed her lips and cursed him silently.
The man in black stood calmly outside the car, staring directly at Abigail, seemingly confident that she would go with them.
After a while, Abigail finally spoke, "I can go with you, but I have to bring Leo."
The man frowned. "Our boss only wants to see you."
Abigail suddenly let out a cold laugh. "In that case, I don't see your boss's sincerity, and there's no need to meet. Leo, drive."
"Got it." Leo, upon receiving the order, immediately started the engine, intending to floor the gas pedal and ram through.
Seeing this, the man in black hesitated for a moment, then took a step back. "Alright, Mr. Brown can come along."
Abigail breathed a sigh of relief and gave Leo a look; he understood and followed her into the car, staying on guard.
Once inside, the man in black took out a black cloth bag and put it over Abigail and Leo's heads. "Sorry, it's our rule."
Abigail nodded calmly, but the darkness made her increasingly uneasy.
About half an hour later, the car gradually stopped at an estate.
Abigail and Leo were pulled out roughly, causing Abigail to stumble slightly, almost losing her balance.
She frowned and said coldly, "I'm pregnant, you'd better be gentle. If anything happens to the baby, you'll pay for it."
The men in black exchanged glances and quickly lightened their grip, leading them inside.
The black cloth bag was removed from her head, and Abigail's vision was restored.
In front of her was the living room of a villa, with vintage architecture and decor, looking luxurious like a palace.
Just then, footsteps suddenly sounded from behind.
Abigail turned to see a man in a long coat walking towards her, a smile on his lips. "Long time no see."
Abigail nodded lightly, showing no other reaction.
Tom sat down across from her, curious. "Aren't you surprised at all? Did you already guess it was me?"
Abigail glanced at him and sneered. "Is it hard to guess? There aren't many people who know I'm in Sylvanor, and you're the only one I know here."
Tom raised an eyebrow. "You're indeed smart. So, can you guess why I brought you here?"
Meeting his intrigued gaze, Abigail suddenly leaned back on the sofa and lazily shook her head. "Say it if you want, it's up to you."
Tom suddenly laughed, his gaze towards Abigail growing more intense. "You know, what I like most about you is your stubbornness."
Abigail slowly opened her eyes and glanced at him. "Oh, should I thank you for that?"
Tom didn't mind her displeased tone and casually took out his phone from his pocket, smiling at her. "What do you think Gregory would do if he knew you were missing? Would he go crazy?"
At the mention of Gregory's name, the nonchalance in Abigail's eyes slightly diminished. She said seriously, "Tell me, what's your purpose in bringing me here?"
Tom suddenly stood up and leaned close to Abigail, as if to kiss her.
Seeing this, Leo quickly broke free from the grip of the men in black and rushed to stand in front of Abigail. "What are you doing? Show some respect."
Tom wasn't angry at being pushed away; instead, his smile deepened.
His deep eyes glowed with a dark light, obsessive and crazy, like a madman. "I really want to know what Gregory's wife tastes like."
As soon as he finished speaking, a bright red handprint appeared on Tom's face.
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