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."

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

Pierre die. He had no choice but to turn around and pick up an opened bottle of water and hold it up

had already drunk from and

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

with a silver spoon in their mouths. They could not do any work. Also,

him, were they all not stripped of their pride?

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

was thirsty. He had not drunk anything that day. As the water flowed down his esophagus and into his stomach, it relieved the burning sensation in

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

his head after

man sneered, "You look like a thirsty dog. Consider yourself unlucky for offending our

walked into the room as soon as he

man who

missed out on a good show. It was interesting to see Mr. Pierre drinking water like

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

worry. He's tough. He didn't even make a sound when he

frowned. "Why is his face so red? What

some water." Kazimir shook his

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

just a broken leg. 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 have a fever. He's

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

Kazimir shrugged his shoulders.

him inside. 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 him and grabbed him on his left

still came over to lift Pierre and grab

taller and stronger than Pierre. That was why

room. It looked like a

and give him an injection," said