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

Matysh was pushed into the car by Mandy.
“Is this the best transport the holiday resort could provide to its customers?" Matsyh looked at the chauffeur in front of them and
asked disdainfully.
"No, sir. If you're dissatisfied with our transport, you may choose a more luxurious car. But you'll have to pay more." The
chauffeur could sense the contempt in his voice. Hence, he smiled and recommended another option for him.
"Do I look like I can't afford it?" Matysh asked querulously. He thought the chauffeur was being snobbish.
The chauffeur followed the principle of 'the customers are always right' and explained to him, "The car I'm driving now is only
available for the basic package as you've reserved a villa in our resort. If there are no upgrade requirements, we'll provide our
customers with the transport for the basic package. If you'd like to upgrade the package, you may inform the reception when
you're checking in."
"What's the best transportation provided?" Matysh shrugged off Mandy, who was leaning on his shoulder. He was unhappy with
the arrangements she made.
This woman did not know how to spend money. She was worse than Marcos.
"Do you prefer to drive yourself or would you like a chauffeur? If you're driving yourself, our most luxurious car will be a Bugatti,
but if you need a chauffeur, the highest class of transport will be a Rolls- Royce," the chauffeur explained to him patiently.
"We'll need a chauffeur," Mandy immediately replied.
She had only come up with such arrangements only because she was worried that she would be spending too much and Matysh
would be unhappy about it.
However, she did not expect Matysh to be asking for the best. He was nothing like a European noble, but he seemed like a
parvenu.
He was so much different from his nephew.
The chauffeur glanced at them through the rearview mirror. He could not help but wonder as this was his first time running into
such a situation.
No matter how wealthy a person was, they came here for a vacation. Enjoying the stay and having fun was all that mattered.

However, this man had blown his mind. He wanted everything he used to be the best as though they were free.
Mandy did not care what the chauffeur thought about them and whined, “Hey, stop being mad. I only made such arrangements
just because I thought of helping you to save some money."
"Is this even considered expensive?" Matysh gave her a cold stare. The woman who claimed to be helping him to save the
money was also finding a way to bleed him dry.
Women were the same!
Mandy smiled and said, "It's not expensive, indeed. Okay, I got it. Stop being mad."
A hint of impatience flashed across Matysh's eyes as he said to her, "Everything I use must be the very best. I won't lay my eyes
on something less than that."
"Okay. I understand," If Matysh were not her sugar daddy, she would not have replied to him immediately.
They headed to the holiday resort. Matysh did not notice that there was a taxi following behind them since they left the railway
station.
Ross was sitting in the taxi, watching their car drive into the holiday resort. Then, he reported to Gale the situation now.
"Mr. Gale, they've entered Peace Valley Villa."
"Peace Valley Villa? Why does that sound familiar to me?" Gale frowned. He could not remember it in the first instance. He had
no choice but to give up and say, "Okay. Find a hotel nearby and keep an eye on them. Our men in B City will be following your
instructions."
"Got it, Mr. Gale," replied Ross. He took out a banknote and handed it to the taxi driver. He told him to keep the change and
walked into the hotel opposite the holiday resort and booked a room for himself.
A City.
T Corporation.
Luke listened to Gale's report and learned that Matysh had gone to Peace Valley View. His eyes darkened at once.

After Gale finished reporting to him, he scratched the back of his head and asked, "Boss, why does the name of the resort,
Peace Valley View, sound familiar to me?"
"The place was developed by Jim Holston," Luke reminded him.
"Oh, yes. It's him. That's why it sounds familiar to me," Gale clapped his hands once and he recalled it. Jim had even invited him
to his resort for a holiday.
However, he had been busy, so that was how the matter ended.
The owner of the place Matysh was vacationing in belonged to someone they knew, and he was one of Luke's friends.
Coincidences like this happened over and over again. Gale could not help but exclaim, "Boss, why do I have this feeling that
even God is helping us? It'll be easy to keep him under surveillance if he's staying in Mr. Holston's resort this time."
"Yeah," Luke nodded. He did not believe in fate, but such a coincidence made things much easier for him.
"I'll leave Jim to you," said Luke.
"Got it, Boss. I promise to watch Matysh like a hawk," Gale assured him.
After Gale left, Luke continued with his work.
Matysh was gone for the time being. It gave Luke the chance to relax a little, and it also gave him more time to handle his work
at the office.
When it was noontime, he compared the time difference between his country and Russia. He thought that Marcos should have
woken up by now, and he made a call.
The call was answered in a few seconds.
“Good morning, Mr. Crawford." Marcos' voice sounded a little shaky.
Luke could hear it in his voice and said, "Good morning, Mr. Marcos. I have something to tell you."
"Is it about my mother?" Marcos lowered his voice and asked. He sounded desperate as though he wanted to see his mother
now.

"My men have found some leads and they're still investigating it. We'll need some time. The reason I called you is to tell you
something about Matysh." Luke went straight to the point.
"Okay. Go ahead." Marcos was a little disappointed. He thought it was about his mother.
"Matysh left A City, but he's not going back to Russia. Instead, he brought the woman who looks like Luca with him and headed
to B City for a vacation. You know him well, so I'd like to ask what he's up to?"
"I'm not sure either, but I can assure you that he hasn't given up yet. Otherwise, he wouldn't have brought that woman with him
to B City. Stay alert," replied Marcos.
"I know, but I'd like you to help me with something," Luke told him the purpose of making this call.
"Yes, sure."
"Help me to get in Matysh's head. I'd like to find out how long he'll be staying there," Luke requested.
"I know what to do. I'll call back an hour later." Marcos promised to help him. He paused for a moment and said, "Mr. Crawford,"
"Yes?" Luke did not say much as he knew Marcos had something to tell him.
"I don't want Matysh to come back alive. If he's still alive, I hope he comes back a disabled man," said Marcos. Throughout this
time, he had been reading the letter his mother had left him. The hatred in his heart was growing stronger day after day.
The whole family should feel sorry for what they had done to his parents.
However, the man who went out of line was Matysh. Hence, Marcos thought of getting rid of Matysh first.
"I'll try my best." Luke did not promise him and responded that way.