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."

the man and wanted to growl at him, all he had in

remembered Abel's orders. He could not let Pierre die. He had no choice but to turn around and pick up an opened bottle of

had already drunk from

to three. You won't have anything to drink if you refuse to

mouths. They could not do any work. Also, they felt superior to others

facing kidnappers like him, were they all not stripped of their pride? Pierre

his mouth weakly and let the man pour the water into his

flowed down his esophagus and into his stomach, it relieved the burning sensation in his

opening his mouth, wanting more. The man smiled disdainfully. "Tsk. Mr. Pierre, do you know what

his head

like a thirsty dog. Consider

man walked into the room as soon as he finished his

the man who just

on a good show. It was interesting to see Mr. Pierre drinking water like a thirsty dog." The man shook the empty bottle in

kill him. Otherwise, you won't be able to explain to Boss later," Alexsei reminded him in a low voice. The man

make a sound when

"Why is his face so red? What did

enough to get him some water." Kazimir shook his head and looked carefully

placed his hand on Pierre's forehead to feel his

How can he have a fever?" Kazimir refused to believe it. He rested his hand on Pierre's forehead too. "Tsk. He's really sensitive. It took me two days to remove the bullet when I got shot in the leg. I didn't even

you?" Alexsei rolled his eyes. He had heard the story so many times that he

Kazimir shrugged his shoulders.

fever down and give him some antibiotics," suggested Alexsei as he untied the

he still came over

much taller and stronger than Pierre. That was why they could easily carry Pierre

the room. It looked like a simple

give him an injection,"