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

She had not heard anything from the kids...
Luca knew the kids were worried that they might disturb her while she was working. That was why they did not send her any
messages. She assumed that Luke had probably given them a reminder.
Although Luca missed the kids, she did not disturb them. After all, the kids were getting ready to sleep at this hour.
Luca read the previous messages between her and Tommy. She could not help but smile. It was a happy and blissful smile with
a hint of bitterness.
On the other hand.
Luke arrived at Ray's villa. He did not ask the driver to drive him into the villa as the house was heavily guarded. Instead, he
chose to get out of the car and asked the driver to return to the hotel. Then, he walked into the villa.
Ray knew Luke had arrived, so he quickly sent Hansen to welcome him.
Hansen received the order and drove his car out. He saw Luke was traveling on foot. Hansen could not help but feel impressed.
The security system was upgraded once more because of the man who broke into the house. It would be difficult for someone
who had never come here to figure out the security measures here.
Hence, if there was a visitor, Ray would ask them to wait outside the entrance to be picked up. It was to prevent them from
bringing their drivers in.
However, Luke did not inform Ray in advance, nor did he ask the driver to drive him in. He simply chose to walk.
If it were not for the security guards at the entrance who reported it to them, they would not have known that Luke had arrived.
That explained why their boss was willing to be friends with Luke, who was attentive and thoughtful.
After all, aside from benefits and interests, Ray valued loyalty the most. Many dignitaries were interested in getting to know Ray,
but Ray could not be bothered to deal with them.
“Mr. Crawford, has your leg recovered?" Hansen drove the sight-seeing car and came to a halt beside Luke. He got out of the car
and looked at Luke happily.

After Luke got rid of the wheelchair, he could see that Luke was tall like a European noble. Even a man like himself could not
stop praising him, not to mention women.
There were barely any other men with an appearance that could compare to Luke's gorgeous and charismatic appearance.
"Yes." Luke nodded.
Hansen drew the curtains and invited him, "Boss sent me to pick you up. Please get in."
Luke did not reject his offer. He bent down and got into the car.
Hansen closed the curtains and got back into the driver's seat. Then, he headed to the villa.
A few minutes later, the sight-seeing car stopped at the entrance. Luke got out of the car, and Ray came into his sight.
Ray was surprised to see Luke being able to stand up and no longer needing the wheelchair. He could not help but ask, "You've
recovered?"
"I went to the hospital to remove the plaster cast just now," answered Luke.
"That's great. The cook has prepared some warm coffee. You can drink it now. Let's talk inside." Ray smiled. He was happy to
see Luke recover.
During the last incident, Luke would not have alerted him if it were not because he was sitting in the wheelchair and it was
inconvenient for him to move around.
However, Ray thought it was right that Luke had asked for his help.
Luke nodded and walked into the villa together with Ray.
The maid served some coffee and Russian desserts when they were in the living room.
"Try this coffee. It's a new variety nurtured in my coffee estate. This is the first batch of coffee beans we harvested," said Ray.
Ray was especially fond of coffee, which was why he bought an estate for his coffee plantation.
Luke was not in a hurry to get straight to the point. He leaned forward to pick up the cup of coffee and took a sip.

The coffee had a smooth texture, and the subtle sourish and bittersweet taste lingered in his mouth. There was a hint of floral
and fruity smell on the palate. The taste was slightly different from coffee beans that were well-known globally. However, it was a
good cup of coffee.
"It's good." Luke put down the coffee cup.
Ray smiled and said, "I'm flattered. Should I keep growing the coffee beans and start selling my homegrown produce?"
"Sounds great. Save the first batch of coffee beans for me," replied Luke. He was not complimenting the coffee beans for Ray's
sake. They really did taste good.
"No problem." Ray put down his coffee cup and began to get down to business. "I found out something from the police."
"Are those people from the Island of Despair?" Luke did not ask Ray what kind of information it was. He asked him what he
wanted to know the most.
"Yes." Ray gave him an affirmative answer.
It was no surprise that Luke would suspect that group of people of being from the Island of Despair. After all, there were people
from the Island of Despair lurking around him.
"As expected." Luke sneered as he listened to Ray.
"And the weapons they carried are some of the latest firearms in the global black market. They have a long range with a decent
rate of fire. Only small quantities are produced now. You can hardly find one no matter how rich you are. But they had four of
them. It looks like the organization that had disappeared in the past few years can't be underestimated," Ray analyzed the
situation.
It was only now he realized how financially strong the Island of Despair was.
At first, Ray thought the Island of Despair was merely a re-established organization, and they would not have any financial
resources.
Ray realized that he was wrong now. The wealth of the Island of Despair was so great that it was unpredictable. After all, these
were weapons that one could not even get with money, yet the organization was able to get four just to deal with Luke...

“I'm afraid they've accumulated a large amount of wealth over the years,” said Luke. He had been caught by the people from the
Island of Despair before, so he knew the situation there.
They were constantly completing the missions assigned to them and making shady deals to accumulate their wealth.
Luke had looked into some of the world's most famous people who were assassinated. He reckoned that the unsolved cases
were mostly done by the people from the Island of Despair.
No one would believe that such an organization could not accumulate such wealth.
"Yes. It seems like we'll have to keep an eye out for this organization." Ray was troubled. The man who was locked in his cellar
refused to say anything. He could not get any information about the Island of Despair.
That man insisted on ending his life, saying that he would rather die.
Ray had no idea how to deal with someone who longed for death. Even if he wanted to find out more information, there was
nothing Ray could do to him.
Luke agreed with him. He knew there was no way he could find out any information about the organization and its stronghold. He
was unable to destroy the organization just like last time.
"Is the man still reluctant to say anything?"
Ray let out a sigh and shook his head. "He has a death wish. He simply refuses to talk. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on any
longer if Hansen continues the interrogation."
Hansen, who was standing beside, heard Ray and replied with dissatisfaction, "Boss, I've never met someone so stubborn
before even after following you for so many years. You can't blame me for not getting anything out of him."
The impostor Bianca came across Luke's mind. When she got caught, she did not say anything either.
When she was about to speak, she fell ill. Then, she could not say anything.
Vivian happened to hear their conversation when she was making her way downstairs. She walked toward them and smiled as
she looked at Luke. "Brother Luke, has your leg recovered? That's wonderful."