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

Chapter 643 Queenie Is Protecting Her
Melissa covered her cheek that was throbbing in pain, and she looked at Xavier in utter disbelief.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she shrieked. "How dare you hit me! This is the second time that you hit me because of that
b*tch!"
Xavier's expression was ice-cold. "That's enough. You caused a pregnant woman to fall. Don't you know that your action might
result in the loss of two lives?"
Melissa cackled loudly, not feeling any remorse for what she had done.
She grunted coldly and said, "She deserves to die anyway. That's for..."
Bianca took a deep breath to calm herself down so that her emotions would not affect the baby in her womb. However, her eyes
brimmed with killing intent when her gaze shot toward Melissa.
Melissa instinctively took a step backward because of fright. However, she was not going to back away. Instead, her hatred
toward Bianca became even stronger when she saw Xavier being protective of Bianca.
Melissa raised her hand and prepared to slap Bianca, but a slender and elegant woman stood between them and grabbed her
wrist.
"Who are you?" Melissa shrieked.
The woman looked wealthy and pampered, but she was unexpectedly strong. Queenie twisted Melissa's wrist, and Melissa
thought that her wrist was going to break.
"Ahh! Let go of me! How dare you... ahh!"
The agonized wails echoed in the restaurant.
Queenie's usually warm gaze was ice-cold. "I don't know who you are, Miss, but how dare you create a disturbance in my
restaurant? I will not tolerate anyone bullying my customers, let alone a pregnant woman. Don't you know that a pregnant
woman might give birth prematurely if she falls? Don't you know that you've committed a crime? I have the complete security
footage of the incident earlier. Call the police, Mr. Wharton. Let the police deal with this troublemaker!"

Mr. Wharton immediately dialed the phone number of the police station.
After the call went through, he passed the phone to Queenie. "Madam, Superintendent Liszt wants to talk to you..."
Queenie threw Melissa’s wrist away, took the phone, and said coldly," Superintendent Liszt? I'm Queenie Ziegler. There is a
murder attempt in my restaurant. Please send someone over as soon as possible."
Melissa stumbled backward on her high heels and fell sitting down.
She sprained her wrist, and she nearly cried out in pain.
She did not know the identity of the woman who suddenly appeared, but that woman's forceful demeanor made her flustered.
The security cameras had caught the exchange earlier, and the police would be on their way. She knew that her parents would
be able to bail her out from the police station later, but today was an auspicious day. She was about to be engaged to Xavier,
and heaven forbid that the police take her away.
Melissa's pleading gaze landed on Xavier, and she said weakly, "It's our engagement today, Xavier. Can you bear to see the
police take me away? I was overcome by a fit of rage. I won't be so impulsive anymore. Please help me..."
Xavier looked at Bianca, then at the crying Melissa. Feeling annoyed, he spat, "You deserve this!"
The police arrived very quickly because Queenie had personally called them.
When the police escorted Melissa away, Mrs. Lerche rushed out of the private room like a madman and tried to scratch and claw
at the police, trying to block their way out. She even started hurling verbal abuse at Queenie and Bianca.
After realizing Queenie's identity, and after Mr. Lerche slapped her and her son glared at her, Mrs. Lerche shut her mouth in
panic and could only watch helplessly as her daughter was brought away.
"Are you OK, Bea? I should take you to the hospital for an examination." In the lounge, Queenie was still worried about Bianca's
condition. She insisted on bringing her to the hospital.
Bianca's heart softened when she saw the worry on Queenie's face. She took Queenie's hand and comforted her, "Thank you,
Aunt Queenie. I know my body very well, and I can say that I'm fine."
Bianca was grateful that Queenie had stood up for her, even though Queenie might stand up for any of the customers in her
restaurant.

Queenie's heart wrenched when she saw that Bianca was so thoughtful.
She wished that she could give her birth daughter a tight hug.
However, she did not do so after considering their identities. She reached out and lovingly smoothened Bianca's hair. "You have
to tell Aunt Queenie if you need anything. Don't be a stranger to me..."
Then, she imparted a lot of pregnancy advice to Bianca.
Bianca listened to all that with a smile and occasionally nodded. Aside from gratitude, she also felt a hint of joy.
As much as she tried to deny it, she nevertheless craved a mother’s love.
Moscow.
The tip of the sharp dagger was embedded in Luke's wrist. The table was splattered with fresh blood.
Luke did not even wince, as though the dagger had cut a lifeless rock.
The stench of blood and an uncanny silence filled the foyer. The atmosphere was oppressive.
Ray's penetrating gaze stared at Luke without blinking.
There was no emotion in Luke's obsidian eyes, though Ray could tell that it was only the calm before the storm.
Ray stroked his chin and considered the pros and cons of offending Luke Crawford.
That man was cruel.
One could not be considered truly cruel if he were cruel to his enemies, but one was truly cruel if he were cruel to himself. The
man was decisive and loyal to his friends. No wonder his nickname was the Cold-Faced Devil.
He wanted to cripple Gordan, but he could not afford to offend Luke.
The cons far outweighed the pros if he did so.
When Ray was about to lift his hand and stop Luke, Gordan suddenly blurted, ' Please stop, Luke! I'll marry Vivian! Stop hurting
yourself!"

After saying that, his face turned ashen and he slumped on the floor in despair. However, he did not regret his decision.
Luke would lose a hand to save him, but how could he let someone else suffer for his sins?
Instantly, someone brought over disinfectant and bandages.
Luke removed the dagger from his wrist.
His wrist was a bloody, horrific mess. One could even catch a glimpse of bone.
He was so close to crippling his hand.