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

Luke chuckled at how insistent she was. "Being stubborn is indeed one of your strong points. Luca, if you're caught and
controlled by my business enemies, I'm not worried at all that they'll find out about my secrets."
"Huh?" Luca asked subconsciously.
"You're stubborn. I know that you won't say anything no matter what they do to you," Luke said.
Of course, he just said this for the sake of it.
He would never put Luca in a dangerous situation again.
Luca lowered her gaze helplessly. She thought that he was being sarcastic. ‘How could that be possible. I just betrayed you...'
"Mr. Crawford, you can't be so absolute with your beliefs." Her voice trembled slightly.
"I believe in you." Luke's voice was sonorous and powerful. His words touched her.
Luca felt that she was about to lose her hold. The wall that was built brick by brick suddenly collapsed. She lowered her head
and said, "Mr. Crawford, I'll return to my room to put down these things."
"Mm, let's go to the restaurant to eat after you put them down. Mr. Doyle has reserved a table." Luke did not force her to deal
with her feelings. He just nodded calmly.
Luca stopped and stood at the room entrance. "I ate with Miss Vivian just now..."
"Okay, you can get some rest, then." Luke finished speaking and maneuvered the wheelchair out of the suite. He was there just
to wait for Luca.
Since she had eaten, he would go to the restaurant by himself.
Luca asked, "Do you want to go by yourself? I can push you there."
"No need. Rest well. Mr. Doyle is waiting downstairs," Luke said. He then opened the door and left.
He had been in a wheelchair for almost a month now, so he was used to standing up on one foot. The facilities of the hotel were
convenient, so it was not difficult for him to go downstairs alone.
Seeing him leave, Luca looked away, walked into the room, and put down the bags that were in her hands.

She took a deep breath and adjusted her emotions. However, her heart was beating violently after she heard Luke say that he
believed in her. A feeling of discomfort spread all over her body.
Luca sensed that something was wrong...
She picked up her phone, looked at the calendar, and was shocked to find out that she had forgotten to take the antidote for a
whole month.
Tomorrow was the last day. She would get into trouble if she did not take the antidote by then...
Luca did not dare to delay any further. She immediately made a secret phone call to the Island of Despair to find out about the
strongholds nearby so that she could go take the antidote.
She picked up the coat she had just taken off and put it back on. She left no note and went out.
...
On the other hand.
Pierre returned to the hotel and immediately took out his phone and a business card from the drawer.
He did not hesitate to enter the string of numbers on his phone.
After he entered the last number, Pierre looked fierce and pressed the dial button directly.
The call was answered when he put the phone close to his ear. A man with a rough voice said, "Who are you looking for?"
"Abel." Pierre lowered his gaze. No matter how much it would cost, he had already made up his mind to mess with Luke.
The other party was taken aback. He did not seem like he was expecting Pierre to be looking for Abel. He quickly asked, "Who
are you?"
"Pierre Mallory." Pierre did not have much patience. "He gave me this number. I need to find him for something."
"Wait a moment," the man said and covered the phone.
Pierre listened to the other party talk to someone else in Russian for some time. However, the sound was intermittent because
the man was covering the microphone. On top of that, Pierre was not familiar with Russian, so he could not understand a word.

After a while, the phone beeped twice.
Pierre thought that the call was hung up when the phone rang again. Abel said, "Hello, Mr. Pierre."
"I want you to send someone to hurt Luke." Pierre skipped the small talk and went straight to the point.
"No problem." Abel agreed readily. He had made it clear before. Since Pierre insisted on messing with Luke, he would not stand
in opposition with money.
"He'll sign the contract with M Group tomorrow. If the signing goes well, he'll return to A City in two days. I want you to act as
soon as possible and not give him a chance to live." All Pierre could think about was killing Luke.
"That fast, huh..." Abel deliberately dragged his voice before he said, "However, this won't be an issue. My organization has
many strongholds in Russia. I have many experts, not to mention weapons. As long as you pay the right price, none of this is a
problem."
"How much does it cost?" Pierre asked through gritted teeth. He could not get rid of Luke himself, but he had money.
He was willing to pay as much as Abel wanted as long as he could hurt Luke.
"Three," Abel said.
Pierre closed his eyes. He knew that 'three' was not 30,000 nor 300,000.
Abel's appetite was not that small.
"Deal!" He gritted his teeth and agreed.
"I'll send you the bank account details later. I'll get to work when I get the money." Abel was happy to see Pierre agree so readily.
He did not expect Pierre to become so generous after being consumed by hatred.
Abel thought it was great to deal with people like this as he could make money without putting in much effort.
"Send it to me now. I want your men to act immediately." Pierre could not wait for a second longer. He wanted to hurt Luke
immediately.
"No problem." Abel hung up the call and sent Pierre Hera Sanchez's bank account.

After about five minutes, Abel received the bank transfer from Pierre.
He whistled happily, grinned, and mocked Pierre. ‘What a fool. He can't do anything to Luke, so he's paying for someone to do it.
He doesn't need to know that I'm not planning to hurt Luke right now. On top of that, Ray is around. I can't hurt him either."
After that, he waved to the subordinate beside him and gave an order.
He had to do something since he was paid. He did not want to ruin his reputation.
Nevertheless, he did not care if the assassination was successful or not.
"Understood?" Abel asked his subordinate. He conveyed it very clearly. They did not have to do their best. They just need to
show Pierre that they did put in work.
It was all play pretend. However, if they hurt Luke or kill him, it was too bad either.
However, Luke was skilled and not easy to deal with.
"Boss, I understand what you mean," the man replied.
Abel waved his hand and said, "Go attend to it, then."
"Got it." The man hurriedly left.
Shanks, who was sitting across from Abel, fiddled with some test tubes. "New business?"
"Someone who wears a ten-dollar hat on a five-cent head wants me to take care of Luke, so I got my men to look like they tried."
Abel said lazily, "By the way, my cigars are finished. Make some for me. Cigars made by you are my favorite."