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

Not to mention that Gordan had enough money even if he did not have the villa.

Even though he had been kept by Vivian's side in the past few years, he still took up jobs. Many underworld organizations in Russia needed foreign aid to help them to handle some troublesome matters. Gordan had skills, and he did things efficiently. He was able to complete the missions he was assigned to.

However, he did not have many resources when it came to searching for someone. He was too lazy to look for Vivian, that ugly woman, himself. That was why he asked someone to look for her.

"Mr. Norton, that's very straightforward of you. I'll arrange it now." The man on the other end of the line was not even concerned that it was in the middle of the night. He did not think about waiting for tomorrow.

As long as the money was in place, they would be ready to work anytime.

"As quickly as possible," Gordan urged them. Since Vivian was asking for a divorce, he had to seize the chance so that she would not regret it after this.

Gordan was looking for her only to ask her to amend the contents of the agreement.

"Leave it to us. Don't worry." The man on the other end of the phone hung up the call.

Gordan put his phone aside. He narrowed his eyes. Where could Vivian be hiding?

Although Russia was her homeland, she did not have many friends because of her ugly appearance. It did not matter that she came from a rich family.

Vivian realized that, which was why she cut off ties with those who approached her only because of her money and status.

Where could she go?

The only place that came across Gordan's mind was a hotel.

Although Russia had many hotels, everyone needed to use their identification number to register if they wanted to stay in a hotel. Those people would be able to find her whereabouts quickly.

The following day.

Luca woke up early in the morning due to the jet lag. She glanced at the dark sky and stared blankly at it for a while.

Had she woken up too early?

However, she usually woke up at this hour. Even though she was having jet lag, she could not fall asleep anymore. Hence, she woke up and freshened herself up before getting changed.

the curtains. It was dazzlingly bright. She stared at the scenery outside the window. The snow was

of her room and glanced at

was closed. It seemed like Luke was still

She thought of making breakfast first since she could not

more Western-style as they were in Russia. Hence, she could only make some Western

she finished preparing breakfast, she brought her portion of breakfast along with her to the dining room. Then, she heard the

Luke was awake.

direction of his room. Indeed, she saw him maneuver the wheelchair and slowly

the dining table. He asked, “Why

answered Luca. She stood up and said, "Mr. Crawford, I made breakfast. Would you

haven't freshened up yet,"

provided were built according to adults' needs. It was inconvenient for Luke, who

just like yesterday. She had helped him

Luke to wash up just like how she did it previously. She

Luke was in a wheelchair, so they

bathroom, she picked up a face tub that she bought and filled it with water

gotten used to taking care of Luke over

to freshen himself up, she pushed the wheelchair and stopped at the dining table. "Mr. Crawford, let

early in Russia, but the two of them had gotten used to their routine in the Capital. That was why Luke felt hungry

she had prepared to him and said, "The ingredients in the fridge are mostly from here. That's why I made a Western-style breakfast

the knife and fork, eating his breakfast slowly. He enjoyed every

because Luca was the one who

after the two of them finished

Mr. Doyle." Luca stood up and went to open the door. It was still early in the morning, and it was unlikely to be the hotel staff. Thus, Luca reckoned

and

aside to let Jason enter and walk

to see what was going on in the living room as there was a shelf in

the dining room. Did you wake up early too?" Luca went

late last night, but he woke

ask. She had no idea