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

Vivian came to the first floor. The maid stepped forward and asked her before Vivian left, “Ms. Vivian, we're preparing for dinner now. Is there anything you'd like to have for dinner tonight?"

Vivian was startled for a moment. Yes, it was time for dinner.

She would usually ask the maid to ask her what to prepare for meals so that she could get them to make some of Gordan's favorite dishes.

"I'm going out. Go upstairs and ask Mr. Norton about it. There's no need to prepare my portion." Vivian looked down so that the maid would not notice her mood.

"Ah... Okay." The maid did not expect Vivian to say something like this. She would usually plan the dishes for each meal.

Vivian put on her coat, turned around, and left.

The maid watched Vivian leave. She had no choice but to turn around and head upstairs. Then, she knocked on Gordan's bedroom door.

"I'm busy." Gordan thought Vivian was knocking on the door, so he yelled impatiently.

"Mr. Norton, I'm the maid. I'd like to ask what you'd like to have for dinner tonight," the maid asked timidly.

The maid? It was not Vivian?

Gordan's hands that were toying with the figurine paused. He stood up and went to open the door. It was indeed the maid, and Vivian was not beside her.

"What?" Gordan sounded annoyed. Ray had arranged for the maids to serve them. Although they were just carrying out their duties, he felt irritated with anyone or anything related to Vivian. He wanted nothing to do with them.

Moreover, the people Ray had sent over here were not only to serve Vivian. They came to keep an eye on him.

Ray was afraid that Gordan would do something to his beloved sister. That was why he had arranged for these people to come here.

"The kitchen will be preparing dinner soon. I'd like to ask if there's anything you wish to have tonight," asked the maid. They seldom talked to Gordan, and they knew how bad his temper was. That was why they never felt inclined to talk to him.

"Why are you asking me? Where's Vivian?" Gordan hated to make decisions on such petty things. Usually, they would not even come to ask him. Vivian was self-centered enough to arrange and prepare what dishes they would be having for each meal herself.

“Ms. Vivian went out. That's why we came to ask you.”

the maid told him. Vivian went out? That would be

maid nodded. "Alright. I'm off to

chair to fiddle with his figurines. He was unconcerned about

not drive when she left the house. She hailed

cabs passing by here. Hence, she had to wait for half an hour beside the

feel

you like to go?" the

Vivian. She decided not to head to

to take a break from

be able to find peace if

it took a lot of effort for Ray to make Gordan stay. Vivian also used up

given up so easily. That was why staying in a hotel

instead of being faced with questions and

amount of money out

was why money was not

money. She booked a suite and paid half a month's rate at once. After she asked the hotel to keep her identity confidential, she hid in

only wanted peace of mind without

still not back home

concern, but the maid in the villa noticed that something was wrong. She called Vivian, but her phone

late. Usually, Vivian would stay at home to ensure her safety and not cause any trouble for

Russia, and he had many enemies. That was

might have happened to Vivian seeing as she was not home at this hour. Thus, she

again. Gordan thought it was Vivian. He lay down on his bed with his eyes closed,

no good for knocking at his

She was sure that Gordan had not gone out after he ate his dinner. She bit her lip and asked, “Mr. Norton, are

the maid's voice, "I'm in

back yet. I can't reach her.

Vivian was not