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

Ethan put on a stern expression, attempting to make Shandra pay more attention to Matysh's case. "Ms. Cullen, this is
something that others wouldn't be able to handle, but I believe in your abilities. I hope you won't let Mr. Matysh down after he
puts his trust in you."
After that, Ethan glanced at his room key. Without waiting for Shandra's response, he headed toward his room on his own.
Ethan swiped the card and pushed the door open. He immediately frowned in disgust.
This hotel was far below his expectations. It was nowhere near the standard of the hotel that Luke had booked for them before.
Ethan even believed that the hotel Luke had booked for them could not match his status, let alone the one Yvette had arranged
for them now.
He looked toward Shandra but refrained from expressing his disappointment.
Shandra's expression was cold, and her brows were slightly furrowed, expressing her dissatisfaction with what he said earlier.
Ethan walked straight into his room and closed the door.
Yvette let out a sigh. "Ms. Cullen, how is that even possible..."
Even if the invincible Walter were to defend Matysh, such a thing could not be accomplished.
That was really far-fetched...
"Don't mind him. Let's focus on our own tasks," replied Shandra while she looked around for her room and swiped the card to
enter.
She did not mind the low hotel rating since she was here for work, not for a vacation.
After Shandra entered her room, Yvette followed suit and entered her own room. Before closing the door, she glanced at the
room opposite, where Ethan was staying.
She could not help but roll her eyes when she recalled what Ethan had said earlier.
'You don't want him to go to jail? Then he shouldn't have committed a crime in the first place!’
Meanwhile, downstairs at the business hotel, Walter was checking in.

He had already made a reservation for the hotel when he planned to come yesterday, but when he arrived and saw two cars
parked in the outdoor parking lot, he realized that Shandra was also staying at this hotel.
How could their connection be so easily severed?
Walter's mood brightened a little. He was not in a good mood after he heard the owner of the milk tea shop speak ill of Shandra.
However, the misunderstandings people had about the legal profession were not something that could be cleared up in just a
day or two. That was why he did not bother explaining.
Now that he knew he was staying in the same hotel as Shandra, his mood improved even more.
After checking in at the hotel front desk, Walter contacted his assistant.
Shandra was still working with her previous assistant while he had a new assistant. He did not bring his assistant along with him
today. He had him continue handling documents at the law firm in A City.
After Walter contacted his assistant, he asked him to help in organizing some of his work materials.
The scene at the milk tea shop was no longer of concern to him, and he did not continue dwelling on his displeasure.
As the night wore on, the hustle and bustle of A City gradually subsided, returning to tranquility.
Rain and Anita sat in a black car, waiting for everything to be quiet again.
"Ms. Rain, it's about time." Anita glanced at the road conditions outside. There were only a few cars left on the road. Even the
youngsters who were reluctant to go home had dispersed, and the nightclubs were preparing to close.
"Yeah." Rain yawned and looked at Mandy, who was still drowsy, through the rearview mirror.
Her original plan was to deliver Mandy to the police station within two days and leave her there. However, she did not expect the
'evidence' on Mandy to fade so slowly.
The marks on her bound hands and feet that were caused by her intense struggle took several days to disappear.
Rain sat up straight and asked Anita, who had been taking care of Mandy all this while, "Are you sure all the marks on her body
have disappeared?"

She did not want the police to think that Mandy had been coerced into making those statements. It would only invite trouble after
what they had done.
Even though they had the recording as additional evidence, their time was precious, and they could not waste it dealing with
police investigations.
"Yes. They're all gone. If she tells the police that she got kidnapped, they definitely won't believe her," affirmed Anita. Although
she was reluctant to take care of Mandy, she was meticulous in her work.
Before they set off for the police station, they drugged Mandy again. Only after confirming that she was fine did they carry her
into the car and head toward the police station.
"Alright. Drive and drop her off at the entrance of the police station," instructed Rain.
"Yes, Ms. Rain." The man sitting in the driver's seat started the car engine and headed toward the police station.
An on-duty police officer was in the security booth at the entrance of the police station, seeking shelter from the wind and dozing
off. Suddenly, he heard a noise, followed by the sound of a speeding car.
He instantly became alert and pushed open the door of the security booth, only to see a woman lying at the entrance of the
police station.
The police officer quickly informed his colleagues.
After a while, Mandy was carried into the police station.
The police officers were dumbfounded as they looked at Mandy, who was unconscious. What happened?
An unconscious woman was abandoned at the entrance of the police station? She had no visible injuries. She was breathing and
had a pulse. Her attire was intact too. She was dropped off by a car and carried into the police station, yet she still had not
woken up.
This was the first time they had encountered such a situation.
Francis Brown, a police officer who was slightly older in age, keenly noticed a corner of paper sticking out of the woman's pocket.
He stroked his chin and asked the young police officer beside him, "Did you inform the chief?"

"I've informed him. He's on his way." The young police officer nodded. It was late at night, and waking up their chief had surely
put him in a bad mood.
However, given the circumstances, the chief had to be present!
"This is outrageous. Call an ambulance and take pictures of this woman's appearance. We should also run a comparison in the
system to confirm her identity." Francis, being an experienced officer, took charge and made some arrangements. Then, he put
on forensic gloves and took out the envelope.
He was worried about damaging any fingerprints on it.
After reading the contents of the envelope, Francis' expression changed. He set the envelope aside and started searching the
woman's clothes.
It was indeed inappropriate for a male police officer to conduct a search on an unconscious woman.
However, the other police officers did not say anything either. They knew that Francis dared not behave improperly in front of so
many people.
"Officer Brown, what are you looking for?" asked the young police officer. He noticed the man's actions and assumed that he was
searching for something.
"There's a letter. Put on gloves before you take a look. Don't damage the fingerprints on it," said Francis. He found a small
memory card in the right pocket of Mandy's pants.
Then, he said to the other police officers, "This woman may be involved in some wrongdoing related to Mr. Norman's case. Make
sure the doctors keep her in the detention ward when we take her to the hospital later."
The look on the police officers' faces grew more serious.
"Officer Brown, are you sure about that?" asked one of the officers. They had already identified a foreigner as the suspect in Mr.
Norman's case. How could this young woman be involved in it?
Could this case potentially involve more people?
Moreover, what role did this young woman play in all of this? Francis did not explain it clearly, leaving the minds of others to
wander in a certain direction.