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, all he had in

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 choice but to turn around and pick

looked at the bottle that someone had already drunk

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

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

of their pride? Pierre even had to fight for a shot at

would walk the talk. He opened his mouth weakly and let the

not drunk anything that day. As the water flowed down his esophagus and into his stomach, it relieved

initially rejected the bottle of water but was now opening his mouth, wanting more. The man smiled disdainfully. "Tsk. Mr. Pierre, do you know what

only lowered his head

sneered, "You look like a thirsty

walked into the room as soon as he finished

the man

was interesting to see Mr. Pierre drinking water like a thirsty dog." The man shook the empty bottle in his hand, obviously in a good mood because of what Pierre

Boss later," Alexsei reminded him in a low voice. The man in front of him acted as a

a sound

"Why is his face

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

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

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 have a fever.

everyone is like you?" Alexsei rolled his eyes. He had heard the story

Kazimir shrugged his shoulders.

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

grumbled Kazimir. However, he still came over

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

the room. It looked like a

and give him an injection," said