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

Amur knew he was different from Luca.

If he failed to complete his mission, he only had to be punished when he returned to the Island of Despair.

However, if Luca failed her mission, she would no longer be useful to Abel. She would be sent back to the Island of Despair at that time. She would be facing a severe punishment that was worse than the punishment given to those who failed their mission.

She might end up being a playtoy at the Island of Despair...

After all, Abel was a psycho. He would not have mercy on Luca. When the time came, Luca would not be able to protect Nyla, and she would not be able to protect herself either.

Amur could not let Luca take such risks.

[He's not killing Pierre?] Luca could not help but feel suspicious. What made Abel change his mind?

There was no way he would show mercy.

He would not have done that, especially when Pierre had offended him.

Amur replied: [No. He only wants to punish him. Let's talk about this later. Wait for my reply.]

Luca stared at her phone screen for a while and read Amur's message. Only then did she delete the message.

She could not let Luke see the messages.

Night fell.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle of the city, people were walking to and fro in the suburban district. Some were doing illegal business and some were making loud noises at the bars as the music played. The busy nightlife portrayed the other side of A City.

Amur stood at the corner of the street, smoking his cigarette and looking at the house opposite the street.

The address that Luca gave him was here.

Amur confirmed that Pierre was in this house, hiding from the police.

The flame of the cigarette at the corner of his lips glowed and dimed. The glow of the bright, yellow street lamps shone on his face for a moment before immediately dimming out after that.

“Yo, what a hot foreign guy we have here. Do you understand English?" A scantily dressed woman walked toward Amur and teased him.

He caught a whiff of the smell of cheap perfume in the air. It made him frown, and he said, "Get lost."

he

thought Amur was waiting for

was dressed, he looked like a rich man. She chirped happily, "Cutie, don't be fierce to me. Is it your first

he listened to the woman chattering away. “Get out of here if you don't

is that guy? He's so mean. Why is he standing there when he doesn't want any woman to sleep with him? Could

his brows unhappily when he heard what the

to do tonight. He had no time to deal with

had to stand here and wait until the street quieted down. Only then he could make

fingers was almost extinguished. He threw it on the ground and stepped on it to stub out the cigarette. Then, he lit up

puff of the cigarette and

chilly spring night. As Amur watched the smoke ring gradually disappear in the

Amur could not protect her, he hoped that she was

let them

mind not to kill Pierre probably had something to do with the mission of

not within his

getting quieter

for a drink and gotten drunk, was staggering

specially made on the Island of

hid in the darkness and waited until all the lights in the apartment went out. Then,

was three in the

asleep now. She probably was not waiting for his

his message since he sent the

stubbed out the last cigarette and took a bottle of solution

help get rid of

this street was bad. If he made a loud noise, it would be even more

came to the house's door. Every household here used the same wooden door. It looked solid, but the

for thieves to break into the

an iron wire out, the master key to unlock all doors. He stuck the iron wire into

before he heard a clicking sound.

up to no good and looked in all directions before he went in. He leisurely walked into the house as though he was at

door behind him. Then, he stood behind the door.

adjust to the dark. Then, he glanced around him to see what

were three rooms

been here before. He had no idea which room Pierre was staying in, so he had to check