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

After Marcos gave his report, the elderly voice that came from the other end of the line said, "You're in charge of helping him
escape."
Marcos was not surprised when he listened to the aged and serious voice.
The entire family showed Matysh understanding and forgiveness. The reason was that Matysh was Old Master Abaza's only son.
Now that the old master only had him left, he would support whatever Matysh did.
As for Marcos, the old master never liked him because he carried the blood of an ordinary woman.
Marcos lowered his gaze and replied, "Grandpa, although M Group has never ventured into the market of A City, I found out that
the market in A City is massive after several rounds of assessments. If M Group can enter A City's market, the family's business
will become larger and larger. The Russian market is already saturated. We need to explore new markets. But if I help Uncle
Matysh, I'm afraid we might end up on A City's blacklist."
He knew that some members of the family always held discriminatory views based on ethnicity, and they looked down on people
from A City.
Nevertheless, the growth of A City's economy was an indisputable fact. That was why the elders of the family were considering
developing the market here.
According to the old master's usual approach, outsiders would not be included when it came to market development.
His grandson, Marcos, was a useful tool in this regard.
Marcos had always known that. Hence, he ensnared the old master by leveraging this justification.
Help Matysh escape? There was no way Marcos would do such a thing.
Moreover, Matysh had a grudge against him!
There was a moment of silence. The old master did have intentions of entering A City's market, and he intended to delegate this
task to Marcos.
After all, Marcos was the most manageable person in the whole family.
The plan was to let Marcos expand the family business and hand it over to Matysh.

Hence, what Marcos said now made sense to the old master.
He said, "I'll arrange for Ethan to handle this. I heard you're on good terms with Luke Crawford now?"
Marcos understood the implication in his words and replied, "He's merely M Group's business partner. I'm just maintaining a
surface-level relationship. Grandpa, everything I do is for the benefit of the family."
"It's best if you know this. You don't have to be involved in Matysh's affairs. Come back after you've done the market research,”
said the old master, not forgetting to give him a piece of advice.
"Alright," replied Marcos.
After ending the call, Marcos bent down and got into the car parked nearby.
Ethan sat next to him. Since the car was a distance away and Marcos had been speaking quietly on the phone, Ethan did not
know who Marcos had been talking to or what he had said.
If it were someone else in the family, Ethan certainly would not dare to ask.
However, it was only Marcos. Therefore, he asked, "Who were you talking to just now?"
"Grandpa." Marcos looked at his phone and answered slowly.
Ethan frowned. What was the purpose of Marcos calling the old master at this moment? Was Marcos reporting that he was not
handling things well?
Ethan's nerves immediately tensed up at the thought of this. Then, he questioned, "What did you say to Old Master Abaza?"
Marcos lifted his head and noticed how nervous Ethan was. A hint of mockery flashed across his eyes. Marcos did not tease
him. He answered his question, "Nothing much. I just told Grandpa that Uncle Matysh wants to escape from prison."
The interpreter who was with them was not in the car, and the chauffeur could not understand Russian. Marcos just went ahead
and said it.
Ethan, however, was taken aback and almost leaped out of his seat. "What did you say?"
His eyes widened, thinking that he must have heard it wrong.

"Uncle Matysh doesn't trust the lawyer you found and wants to escape during the trial," repeated Marcos.
"He's gone mad, absolutely mad," Ethan blurted out instinctively. Then, he quickly pursed his lips, realizing that he had said
something he should not have in front of Marcos.
Marcos nodded and replied, "Yes, he's gone mad."
Ethan stared at him.
"Grandpa told us that we can't let him go to jail. So, the task of helping him escape will fall on you," Marcos conveyed the old
man's intention.
"But..." Ethan's eyes widened. He had used such methods to help many wealthy people get out of trouble, but they were not in
Russia. They were in A City...
Could Matysh escape that easily?
Matysh would not be in the detention center now if it were that easy.
"You take care of things that come next," said Marcos. He picked up the communicator next to him and spoke to the chauffeur in
English, "Drive back to the hotel."
The chauffeur received the instruction and slowly drove away.
"If I'm taking care of things, what are you going to do?" asked Ethan. He refused to believe that it was Matysh's idea.
He figured that Matysh wanted to talk to Marcos about this matter when he told them to leave earlier. Hence, Matysh's original
plan was for Marcos to take care of this matter.
After all, it was unlikely for Ethan to handle this.
"Why do I need to report to you on what I'm doing?" Marcos' eyes darkened.
Ethan did not have the power to control him yet.
Ethan narrowed his eyes and said, "It was initially your job to handle this, right? What did you tell your grandfather? Why am I
suddenly the one responsible for making the arrangements?”

He was just a lawyer. Even though he did everything he could to win cases in Russia, he was only a lawyer.
Furthermore, he counted on the support of the influence behind him. Those people would not dare to lay a hand on him even if
things went south.
However, this was A City!
It was extremely difficult to smuggle in firearms, let alone mercenaries and others.
Moreover, if the mission failed and Matysh was sent back to prison, Ethan could also end up there.
There was no one here who could be his pillar of support. That was why Ethan did not want to get involved in such matters.
"The Abaza family is planning to expand their business in A City. I'm in charge of this, so my hands need to stay clean. I can't get
involved in that kind of thing." Marcos was too lazy to explain to him. He remained completely unfazed deep within when he
heard the despair in Ethan's tone.
Previously, Ethan's father took part in a fair share of things related to his mother's circumstances.
Otherwise, his mother would not have been left with nothing and forced to escape to A City. Even though she was a top student
at a prestigious university, she ended up in the outskirts, taking on odd jobs to make a living.
Marcos clenched his fist when he thought of what Sarah had gone through.
If the family had not been so ruthless, Sarah could have lived a good life through her skills and talents even after she left the
family.
Ethan found himself at a loss for words. He was well aware of the plan to venture into A City's market.
Marcos added, "Mr. Ethan, didn't you handle such matters in Russia? As far as I know, two wealthy men managed to
successfully escape prison and flee overseas with your help. So, when it comes to this sort of thing, you have more experience
than I do."
Among Russia's prominent families, there were very few that were entirely clean.
Their family might not have direct ties to the underground forces in Russia on the surface, but they had been secretly involved in
a lot of shady activities.

Marcos was the only one who had consistently adhered to his principles, never engaging in such activities.
As a result, Matysh had an even lower opinion of him. He always thought that Marcos dared not get involved because he was a
coward.