Chapter 452 Gregory is here!
Tom gasped in pain, his eyes widening in disbelief. "You actually dared to hit me?"
Abigail shook her hand, pretending to be disdainful. "So what?"
She realized that talking nicely to someone like Tom was useless, and despite the violence, she had to admit she felt much better after hitting him.
Tom sneered and waved to his bodyguards. "Since you don't know what's good for you, I won’t be nice. Take her away."
Bodyguards swarmed in, separating Abigail and Leo, who fought fiercely, kicking several to the ground and leaving them groaning in pain.
Abigail, however, was directly restrained and dragged upstairs.
Leo tried to follow but was blocked by the bodyguards again. Though he fought hard, he quickly grew exhausted. Suddenly, someone attacked from behind, twisting his arm and pinning him to the ground.
Tom walked over with a sneer, lifting his foot and pressing the shiny black toe of his shoe against Leo's face. "I'd better pray Gregory gets here soon, or I can't guarantee you'll keep your life."
The bodyguards threw Abigail into a room and shut the door.
Abigail pounded on the door, panic rising in her heart. "Let me out, Tom! What are you trying to do?"
Soon, Tom's deep voice sounded from outside the door. "Save your strength. When Gregory arrives, you'll know."
Thinking of something, Tom's lips curled into a faint, mocking smile, his eyes growing sharp.
Abigail said, "Tom, I advise you to let me go, or Gregory will never let you off."Abigail's words made Tom laugh out loud. "It's either him or me. Who do you hope will win?"
Abigail paused, unable to believe he was serious.
Without waiting for her answer, Tom confidently said, "I bet it'll be me. I've been waiting for this moment for over a decade. It's time to end it."
Hearing this, Abigail's heart tightened. "What are you planning? Tom, I warn you not to do anything rash."
She pounded on the door desperately, but this time, there was no response from Tom.
Abigail slid to the floor, helpless without her phone, taken by the bodyguards. She hoped Gregory wouldn't fall into Tom's trap.
As the sky outside darkened, Abigail stayed quietly in the pitch-black room without turning on the light.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
A servant entered, holding a tray. "Ma'am, Mr. Tom White specifically instructed us to prepare dinner for you. Please eat it."
Abigail frowned in disgust and said coldly, "I don't need it. Who knows if he put something in it?"
The servant looked troubled. "Please don't say that. He means no harm."
Abigail sneered. "If not, I wouldn't be here."
Just as the servant didn't know what to do, there was a commotion outside. "Sir, it's bad! Gregory has broken in with his men!"
Abigail's eyes lit up at the news. Knowing Gregory would come for her, she rushed out before the servant could stop her.
Downstairs, Gregory stormed in with a team of well-trained bodyguards and immediately spotted Tom on the living room sofa.
He got straight to the point, asking coldly, "Where's Abigail?"
Tom glanced at him nonchalantly, a meaningful smile on his lips. "Not bad, you came faster than I expected."
Gregory's tall, imposing figure approached, looking down at Tom.
Exuding a cold and powerful aura, he asked again in a deep voice, "Last time, where's Abigail?"
Tom pointed to a spot opposite him and smiled calmly. "Sit down first. If you want to see her, you'll have to agree to my terms. Why not hear me out?"
Gregory took a deep breath and sat down as instructed. "What?"
Tom's eyes flickered as he spoke slowly and deliberately, "I want the White Group."
Gregory looked at him as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke, his eyes full of contempt. "What? You want the White Group? You?"
Tom shrugged. "Why not? Gregory, you're too arrogant. What makes you think only you can manage the White Group?"
What he resented most was losing to Gregory—be it his status as an illegitimate child or the White Group inheritance. Tom closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were filled with indifference.
Gregory's eyes darkened as he silently confronted him. "What if I say no?"
Tom sneered. "It seems Abigail isn't that important to you after all!"
Gregory's gaze slowly shifted to a certain direction on the second floor, his expression suddenly softening. "You misunderstood. What I mean is that even without giving up the White family's inheritance, I can still bring Abigail back."
With that, Gregory waved to his bodyguards, who immediately surrounded Tom's men.
A fierce fight ensued.
When Abigail came downstairs, she paused at the scene, wisely staying calm. She didn't breathe a sigh of relief until Tom's men were defeated.
Gregory wasn't surprised by the outcome; these bodyguards were personally selected by him and had incredible combat skills.
Tom glanced at his fallen subordinates, his face turning grim.
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