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,

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

the bottle that someone had already drunk from and

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

kidnappers like him, were they all not stripped of

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

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

mouth, wanting more. The man smiled disdainfully. "Tsk. Mr. Pierre, do you

him and only lowered his head

a thirsty dog. Consider yourself unlucky for

as soon as

man who just came

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

to Boss later," Alexsei reminded him in a low voice. The man

make a sound when he got his leg broken,"

his face so red?

did nothing. I was kind enough to get him some water." Kazimir shook his

Pierre's forehead to feel his temperature. "It's hot. He's

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

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

Kazimir shrugged his shoulders.

suggested Alexsei as he untied the ropes that

Kazimir. However, he still came over to lift Pierre and grab his

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

looked around the room. It

give him an injection,"