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

"You're right." He agreed and buried his jaw in her neck.

A wave of ticklish heat washed over Luca, causing her to feel even hotter.

"If they're after the money, is the Mallory family able to pay the demanded amount for Pierre?" she asked.

Pierre had become a disgrace to the Mallory family now. He had caused so much trouble that if it were not for Madam Mallory, no one would be willing to clean up his mess.

Even Old Master Mallory's heart had grown cold toward him.

Would Old Master Mallory really give the money to Pierre if Abel asked the Mallory family for the ransom?

"Pierre can't get into any trouble now," said Luke. Even if Old Master Mallory refused to give the money, he would not just sit there and watch Pierre suffer at the hands of his kidnappers.

However, Pierre must be going through a lot of pain at the moment.

...

On the other hand.

Pierre was still tied to a chair with a dirty, smelly piece of cloth stuffed in his mouth. His right leg was fastened to two pieces of ragged wood, while his other leg was tied to the chair.

He had been in this position all night.

Pierre only moved a little when someone walked into the room. He lifted his head and stared fiercely at the man with ethnic features in front of him.

The man saw Pierre move and laughed. "Well, it's been a night and you're still alive. I thought your life was worth a lot. I didn't think you would survive the night."

Pierre lowered his head again.

The man bent down and drew the rag out of his mouth. "Here. I'll give you a chance to talk."

Pierre. Even though he hated the man and wanted to growl at him, all

man replied impatiently. He initially refused to talk to him. However, he remembered Abel's orders. He could not let Pierre die. He had no

bottle that someone had already drunk

you think this is Mallory Manor? I'll count to three. You won't have anything

a silver spoon in their mouths. They could not do any work. Also, they felt superior to others and looked down on others due

not stripped of their pride? Pierre even had to fight

he would walk the talk. He opened his mouth weakly

thirsty. He had not drunk anything that day. As the water flowed down his esophagus

water but was now opening his mouth, wanting more. The man smiled disdainfully. "Tsk. Mr. Pierre, do you know what you look

head after finishing the water in the

"You look like a thirsty dog. Consider

walked into the room as soon as

the man who just

up now? You just missed out on a good show. It was interesting to see Mr. Pierre drinking water like a thirsty dog." The

kill him. Otherwise, you won't be able to explain to Boss later," Alexsei reminded him in a low voice. The man in front of him acted as a bargaining chip for Abel

tough. He didn't even make a sound when he got his leg

"Why is his face so red? What did

some water." Kazimir shook his head and looked carefully at Pierre's face.

forward. He placed his hand on Pierre's forehead to feel his

his hand on Pierre's forehead too. "Tsk. He's really sensitive.

his eyes. He had heard the story

Kazimir shrugged his shoulders.

We have to bring his fever down and give him some antibiotics," suggested Alexsei as he untied the ropes that tied Pierre up. Then, he lifted

came over to

and stronger than Pierre. That was why they could

looked around the room. It looked like a

some medicine and give him an injection," said