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."

and wanted to growl at him,

impatiently. He initially refused to talk to him. However, he 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 water and hold it up to

the bottle that someone had already drunk from and

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

just that people like Pierre were born with a silver spoon in their mouths. They could not do any work. Also, they felt superior to others and looked down on

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

knew he would walk the talk. He opened his mouth weakly and let the man pour the water into

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

opening his mouth, wanting more. The man smiled disdainfully. "Tsk. Mr. Pierre,

only lowered his head after finishing the water in the

thirsty dog. Consider yourself unlucky for offending our

room as soon as he finished his

man

only wake up now? You just missed out on a good show. It was interesting to see Mr. Pierre drinking water like a thirsty dog." The man shook the empty bottle in

reminded him in a low voice. The man in front of him acted as a bargaining

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

is his face

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

He placed his hand on Pierre's forehead

a fever?" Kazimir refused to believe it. He rested his hand on Pierre's forehead too. "Tsk. He's

eyes. He had heard the story

Kazimir shrugged his shoulders.

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

came over to

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

the room. It looked like

some medicine and give him