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

Chapter 805 Found the Evidence
Allison felt a little embarrassed when she saw her son's gloomy face." That's not a lot, right? Isn't T Corporation one of the
biggest corporations in the country? It's even renowned internationally too. Don’t tell me that the company is running out of
money just because of this minor accident?"
Luke lit a cigarette, feeling rather frustrated.
Sometimes, he did not have the patience to deal with his mother, who only knew how to ask him for money. "This is a delicate
scenario, Mother. You must have seen the situation at the entrance when you came here, right? Can you please not compound
my troubles? I'll get the finance department to transfer three million dollars to your account. That should be enough for three
months if you spend it sparingly. Please stop bothering me during this period." "What? Only three million?"
Allison's face stretched exaggeratedly, and her voice became shrill. "Do you think that three million dollars is enough for me, my
son? That's only enough for a few handbags and clothes. How can I pay for my living expenses then? You can't be that stingy
toward your mother! I don't care. I want at least twenty million from you today. Otherwise, I'm not leaving!"
She reclined on the couch, crossed her legs, then pointed her pedicured toes demonstratively at Luke.
Luke did not even glance at her. He picked up his coat and walked toward the door. "I have a meeting to attend. You can stay
here for as long as you want."
He glanced at Jason, who had entered the room with a fruit platter and a glass of fruit juice, then left as though nothing had
happened.
Allison got anxious when she saw that Luke was ignoring her.
She pounced from the couch and said, "Hey, my son, you can't leave. I don't need that much money after all. Give me ten
million. That's the least I can accept... My standards of living will lower by a lot if you can't even give me ten million dollars. Don't
you feel sorry for your mother?"
Luke did not stop or slow down. He opened the door and stepped out.
Allison stomped her feet in anger.

She was about to run after him when Jason stuffed the fruit platter into her hands. "Please calm down, Madam. You should know
better than anyone else that Mr. Crawford won't change his mind once he has decided on something. You should be exhausted
from waiting. Here, have some fruit..." "Do I look like I'm in the mood to eat fruit when the problem isn't solved yet? Sigh, why did
I give birth to an ingrate?" Allison flipped the fruit platter, and the colorful fruit pieces were scattered all over the floor.
However, she knew that her son was indeed stubborn. She picked up her handbag and left dejectedly.
Before she walked out of the office, she glared at Jason and said, "Mr.
Doyle, please get the finance department to transfer three million dollars to me, and not a cent less!" "Don't worry, Madam. That
certainly can be done."
After Allison left, Jason looked helplessly at the fruit platter on the floor that he had so meticulously arranged.
He dialed an internal number for the cleaner, then left the office.
He could never understand why a materialistic, rude, and selfish woman like Allison could give birth to an outstanding son like
Luke.
If not that the mother and son looked somewhat alike, he might even wonder if Allison was truly Luke's birth mother.
The conference room was filled with people from higher management. The meeting lasted for one and a half hours, and all the
people seemed quite tired after one boring discussion after another.
No one dared to slack. Their boss's stern demeanor was colder than a glacier.
Luke, sitting in the CEO's seat, also seemed tired, but his gaze and bearing remained sharp. Even though he did not move, the
way he sat straight in his seat gave off an oppressive feeling.
Luke watched T Corporation's share prices drop lower and lower. He took the latest financial report that the secretary passed to
him and briefly glanced through it. His calm demeanor was a stark contrast with the nervousness of those people from higher
management.
One of the older men with white hair said sternly and nervously, "Our market value has fallen by about thirty billion dollars since
The Galleria's collapse, Mr. Crawford. If we don't curb the loss somehow, we run the risk of being delisted, and that'll be
troublesome for future funding prospects..." "Yes, Mr. Crawford. Also, the families of the victims have been rallying outside the
building. Why don't we negotiate the compensation with them? What are we waiting for? Why aren't we acting?" "Mr. Crawford,

you have always been swift and assertive, but why haven't you made a decision this time? Do you care if the company lives or
dies?"
The questions rained on Luke like bullets.
He shot them a stern glare, which immediately shut them up.
He whipped out his pen and wrote a single word on the cover page of a document. The force was strong enough to penetrate the
paper. The word was "WAIT."
He did not explain anything to his subordinates. The word that came out of his mouth was, "Dismissed!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They were finally free.
They waited for Luke to leave the conference room before stretching their limbs and leaving the room one by one.
Luke went back to his office, tossed the pen on his desk, then sat on his chair. He kicked with his feet, and the swivel chair
turned one hundred and eighty degrees.
His back was facing the door of the CEO's office.
Next to him was a cup of coffee at the perfect temperature. His secretaries knew very well what he wanted.
He took a small sip, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little.
Suddenly, his fax machine emitted a peculiar tone. Luke keyed in a complicated code, and the machine began to print rapidly on
several sheets of paper. In seconds, a top-secret document was ready for Luke's viewing.
Luke picked up the document and began skimming through it.
Gale and Rain did not disappoint him.
There was indeed an element of sabotage in the tragedy of The Galleria. The evidence they found was enough to clear T
Corporation of any wrongdoing. However, his expression became colder and colder as he read on...
As expected, the collapse was Wayne's handiwork. However, he did not expect that Kassy was involved too...