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

Matysh knew Luke was the one who sent the car, but he was unhappy with Marcos' explanation.

“No way. Tell that kid that I want the chauffeur to follow me around," Matysh said in an overbearing manner. He was unconcerned that his target was Luca and she had something going on with Luke.

Bill would take care of it, after all.

Marcos knew why Matysh did not agree to his arrangements and said, "The chauffeur I've hired drives a Rolls-Royce too."

As a big city with a booming economy, A City had never been short of wealthy people. That was why it was easy to rent a Rolls-Royce here.

Mandy, who was listening to their conversation, was secretly surprised.

How easy it was for them to rent a Rolls-Royce. It seemed like her Russian friend was right. Matysh's family was rich.

It was a pity that she could never have the chance to marry into such a wealthy family. She could only seize the chance to curry favor with Matysh.

Matysh frowned. He wanted to throw a tantrum, but Marcos' arrangements were perfect for him. He had no reason to be mad at him.

"Miss, those eyes of yours look familiar to me^" Marcos' gaze fell on Mandy.

Mandy stood up straight and held her head up high. She even tucked her hair behind her ears. Her heart skipped a beat when the man's gaze fell on her.

"That's just your imagination. Is there anything you want to tell me?" Matysh said impatiently.

"No. I'm going back to pack my stuff." Marcos refused to stay for another second here. He hated the strong smell of the perfume on Mandy's body.

"Get lost. Stop bothering me," Matysh took a sip of the red wine with a dissatisfied look on his face.

Marcos turned around and left without looking at Mandy.

Mandy could not help but step forward, looking at his tall figure from behind.

Matysh noticed Mandy's gestures, then he frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Matysh was a ruthless man, so she dared

not say a

suite, and Mandy quickly closed the door. She headed to the sofa, sat down, and snuggled up to Matysh. Then, she asked, “Mr. Matysh, was he your

“No," Matysh denied it.

then asked, “But I heard him

understand the language. After all, she had lived abroad for some time and could understand a few languages. However, she sounded weird when she spoke foreign languages. That

his eyes and asked,

I know a

in him and doesn't deserve to be my nephew," Matysh said disdainfully. Marcos was nothing but a tool

brows slightly furrowed. Why did it sound like things were way more complicated than it

Marcos heard what Matysh

the earphones this time. He was worried

off the

he had the blood of

toward his mother before. How

make them regret everything that they had done

and shook his head helplessly. Marcos had been enduring all these alone ever since. He truly

would not

suddenly called his

there anything you need?"

woman he invited

picked up his phone

car,

did not drink a lot. He

garden's lights on as the two of them had gone out. It gave off an entirely different atmosphere to see the

Luke slightly frowned.

why he felt uncomfortable. She asked in a soft voice, “Mr.

beer. But I can smell the alcohol now and it's disgusting," Luke

not expect that he could not get used to