Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

“Uhh, bathing..." Jason let out a troubled expression. "Mr. Crawford, I've never done this before. I don't know how."
Luke knew Jason would misunderstand and said with a dark expression, "I don't need you to help me. I just need you to help me
get into the bathtub."
'He doesn't need me to help him take a bath!'
Jason let out a breath of relief and said, "No problem with that, Mr. Crawford."
Luke looked at Luca's door which was closed tightly. With a dark look in his eyes, he said, "Your Russian must be bad, right?"
Jason scratched his head, feeling embarrassed. "I don't speak Russian, Mr. Crawford. I always use English when I'm
communicating with the hotel staff."
As he did not know Russian, it took him a long time to get the hotel management to find him a driver who knew English. He also
needed an exclusive kitchen.
"Prepare the translation software. Tomorrow, you'll be my main assistant," Luke decided and said. Initially, he decided to have
Luca attend. Apart from everything else, her Russian was the most fluent.
However, Luca was currently injured. He was not willing to let her tire herself out. He wanted her to stay in the hotel to get some
rest even though he might not be able to get anyone else to help him out if she was not present.
"Do you really want me to go, Mr. Crawford? I don't know Russian," Jason said helplessly. He only knew three languages but not
Russian. Previously, T Corporation had never worked together with Russia. They always mainly worked with America and
Europe. English could be used.
Besides, Luke initially planned to have Luca be the assistant this time and even have her be the translator. Hence, the company
did not provide any translators.
Luca was capable. Even if they relied on the translation software to help translate things, they would have to edit the words
which would be quite hard.
"No one can change the decision that I've made," said Luke. He had decided.
Jason had no choice but to nod his head in agreement.

On the other hand.
Gordan went back to the villa, exasperated. The maid came from the opposite side. Before she could speak, he said, "Get lost."
The maid was astonished. 'Who made him this mad? Why is he in such a bad mood?'
"Sir, dinner's ready." Despite being barked at by Gordan, she still said politely.
"I'm not going to eat. Go away." Gordan stomped his way upstairs.
The maid saw it and did not catch up to him. She was puzzled. 'Judging from his looks, I wonder who offended him?'
Gordan had a dark look and returned to his bedroom. Bang! The door was slammed shut.
He was outside the whole day. He was either at the Civil Affairs Bureau or Ostin Hotel.
Vivian was taken away, and he had to investigate who was behind it. He arrived at Ostin Hotel and wanted to utilize the
connections he had to get his hands on the surveillance footage of the hotel.
However, the staff had been warned by others. When Gordan came to ask for the surveillance footage, he was immediately
rejected.
They claimed that this was a breach of the guests' privacy. They could not just reveal the footage to anyone unless it was the
cops.
That rejection made Gordan feel as though he had been granted two tight slaps on the face. Gordan attempted to seek an
alternative way, but everyone seemed to have been warned and rejected his request. Even bribery was ineffective!
There was no other reason behind it. The enemy must have taken action a step faster than him when they brought Vivian away.
'If it was Ray, then it's fine. But if it's another organization, it's going to be bad. I can't find anything. I need Ray to personally look
into it.'
However, he did not have the thought of giving Ray a call because of his pride. Besides, he did not want the latter to
misunderstand that he was concerned about Vivian.
As for the cops...

The cops in Russia worked depending on the power they had. If they knew this case was related to an underworld organization,
they would not take any action. Besides, Gordan was an influential person as well. 'Me, lodging a police report? I can't do such
an embarrassing thing.'
Gordan sat on the sofa and lit a cigar. He took a few puffs aggressively.
It was not that he had never suspected it was Ray's men who brought Vivian away but there was no movement from Ray's side.
There was also no news about Vivian, and no one knew where she went to.
'If it was Ray who took her away, there would've been a reaction from him by now! But from the current looks of it, it doesn't look
like.'
Gordan squinted his eyes and looked at the divorce papers on the table which he had not signed.
His phone suddenly rang. Gordan glanced at it. It was a call from an unknown number. He answered, "Who's this?"
"Hi, is this Mr. Norton?" It was a woman's voice on the other end of the call. She spoke softly and was polite. It did not sound like
a thug.
Gordan extinguished the cigar. "I am. Who's this?"
"I'm Misha, Ms. Vivian's appointed divorce lawyer," Misha introduced herself. She called up just to clarify some issues.
"What's the issue?" Gordan knew her and knew she worked under Ray as a family lawyer.
Misha had helped Ray solve lots of issues regarding the law and was quite a capable lawyer in her field.
"Ms. Vivian has asked me to make a draft of the divorce agreement. I'll be fully in charge of this divorce case, but it seems like
you haven't settled the divorce. I'd like to know about what's going on," Misha said. Vivian has already signed the divorce papers
a few days ago but Gordan had yet to take any action.
Hence, they were puzzled.