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

The two reporters in the car could feel a shiver run down their spines as an eerie chill swept over them.
The reporter in the passenger seat could not resist the pressure and blurted out, "We're from Green Apple Daily."
Luke narrowed his eyes. Green Apple Daily?
They had practically delivered themselves to him. There was no need for him to go looking for them now.
That worked out nicely...
"So, was the article about me first released by your company?" asked Luke straightforwardly, casually resting his hand on the car
window. There was no way the reporters had the guts to roll up the window now.
"Yes..." admitted the reporter in the passenger seat, unable to withstand the pressure.
The driver shot him a glare. The news was published by several news media companies simultaneously.
How could he admit to it?
Was he a fool?
This was not the time to admit it. He should have pushed the blame onto their competitors, no?
The reporter in the passenger seat met the driver's gaze and realized he had made a mistake by admitting it. He quickly turned
to Luke. "Actually, many news agencies published it simultaneously. It's not just our company."
"Did you write the article?" Luke ignored the explanation and questioned the two of them.
Typically, news media companies operated this way. The reporters who reported on a story would follow up on related
developments.
The reporter in the driver's seat nodded, looking like he was about to face his doom. "Yes, we wrote it. Everything we wrote was
based on information from insiders, and it's all well-founded. We won't falsely accuse anyone."
"We won't reveal the identity of our sources either!" added the reporter in the passenger seat.
Even though they were afraid, they had professional integrity.

Luke frowned.
This made the two reporters hold their breath even more.
"I'm not interested in the person who gave you the information," replied Luke, not wanting to coax anything more from the
reporters regarding that matter. That information was something that could easily be traced. "I just want you to relay a message
to your source."
"W-What?" The reporter in the driver's seat stammered.
"Tell her to pay attention to tomorrow's news." Luke stood up straight right after he said that.
Just as the two reporters were about to let out a sigh of relief, they heard Luke saying, "Stop following me. Even if you follow me
a thousand times, you won't get what you want with false reports. Don't waste your time."
The two reporters watched as Luke returned to his car and drove into the residential area. They still looked dazed, trying to
process what Luke had just said.
Was he denying the rumors about him and Luca?
Also, did he mean there would be major news tomorrow?
"Does he mean that there'll be big news tomorrow?" mumbled the reporter in the passenger seat. He was a photographer, and it
was the driver who handled the writing.
He asked what Luke meant.
The reporter in the driver's seat was also puzzled. "How would I know?"
"Well, if there's big news, maybe we shouldn't sleep tonight. We might even get a secondhand report..." The reporter in the
passenger seat's eyes lit up. They needed more news to fatten up their bonuses.
"I don't think that's it. I suspect he wants to deny the rumors about Luca. So, maybe a news company will issue a clarification
statement tomorrow," speculated the reporter in the driver's seat. It should be like that.
After all, when celebrities faced rumors, they either openly admitted to their romantic relationships or immediately issued
statements denying them.

"Perhaps..." The reporter in the passenger seat speculated further, saying, "But if he issues a statement tomorrow, won't it be too
late? To be honest, big shots like Luke Crawford have top-notch PR teams in his company. Why didn't he deny it or clarify things
today? The more I think about it, the less likely it seems."
He actually thought there might be some other breaking news.
The reporter in the driver's seat started the car and said helplessly, "No matter what it is, we didn't get anything today. Let's try it
again tomorrow."
"Should we convey that message to our source?"
"We'll have to return to the office to check the email..." The reporters had gained nothing. Hence, they reluctantly went back to
their news media company.
Night fell, and after receiving an email from Green Apple Daily, Myra immediately forwarded it to Karen.
[Madam Mallory, what is Luke up to?] Myra felt anxious, wondering if Luke already knew that they had leaked information to the
reporters.
If that was the case, they were in big trouble...
[Did the reporters reveal your identity?] Karen glanced at the email, remaining calm.
[No, I registered a new email. They have no idea about my identity.] Myra was not that foolish to expose her identity to the
reporters. That was why she registered a new email when she provided the information to the reporters of Green Apple Daily.
[Then what are you afraid of?]
Karen took a sip of her skin-rejuvenating fruit juice and typed slowly: [The reporters don't know your identity, so they won't
expose you. Stay calm. I think Luke was just trying to scare the reporters after he saw them following him. It's just a show of
strength. This kind of tactic is often used in the business world. Don't worry.]
Myra felt more at ease after reading Karen's message.
She realized that if she was truly frightened and panicked, she would be falling into Luke's trap.

After a while, Karen replied again: [Don't lose your composure. We've handled this matter well. Luke won't find out. Even if he
blames someone, it'll be those news media companies, not you or me.]
[You're right.] Myra smiled, feeling better. [Let's wait and see what news Luke plans to release tomorrow.]
[I don't believe it. Besides issuing a clarification, all he can do is sue the news company. But if he really does that, no matter how
much he clarifies, no one will believe him. Discussions will continue unabated.
[When things are about to die down, we'll stir up the public's curiosity again. This time, I want his life to be in turmoil!]
Karen quickly typed out the messages and sent them to their group of three.
They all had a common enemy to deal with. Thus, they were especially united at this moment.
Margaret, who had been quiet, also agreed: [Madam Mallory is right. If Luke Crawford can't admit his mistakes, he's not much of
a man. Now, it's our job to teach him a lesson on behalf of his wife. Men who cheat on their wives can't be forgiven, and women
who become mistresses should be condemned by everyone.]
Karen's words had a calming effect, and with the support of the Mallory family, Myra and Margaret were confident that they could
really teach Luke and Luca a lesson.
In the end, Myra jokingly wrote: [Mrs. Jackman is right. In my opinion, we're doing a good deed. Even that dim-witted wife of
Luke's should be thanking us!]
They did not know much about Luke's wife, especially after she was kidnapped and brought back. Luke had kept her well-
protected.
The little they knew came from what Karen had told them.