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."

gave the woman a shock. However, she became happy as soon as she found out that he understood English. Men who stood and

Amur was

woman sized him up. With the way Amur was dressed, he looked like a rich man. She chirped happily, "Cutie, don't be fierce to me. Is it your first time here? If you're

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

his eyes. It sent a shiver down her spine. Then, she cursed bitterly, “Who the f*ck is that guy? He's so mean. Why is he standing there when he

furrowed his brows unhappily when he

important to do tonight. He had no time to deal with the long- winded

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

threw it on the ground and stepped on it to stub out the

cigarette and slowly blew a

smoke ring gradually disappear in the air, engulfed

Amur could not protect her, he hoped that she was safe and

Abel let them get what they

even thought that Abel changing his mind not to kill Pierre probably had

was not within his

street was slowly getting quieter as the night

gone for a drink

gloves specially made

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

was three in

now. She probably was not

his message since he sent the previous message to

and took a

would help get

a loud noise, it would be even more difficult for him to take Pierre

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

for thieves to

doors. He stuck the iron wire into the door lock

only took him three seconds before he heard a

in all directions before he went in. He leisurely walked

him. Then, he stood behind the door. He was not in

dark. Then, he glanced around him to

rooms in

had never been here before. He had no idea which room Pierre was staying in, so he had