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."

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

not let Pierre die. He had no choice but to turn around and pick up an opened bottle of water and hold it up

the bottle that someone had already drunk from and frowned

I'll count to three. You won't have anything to drink if you refuse to open your mouth,” threatened the

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

when facing kidnappers like him, were they all not stripped of their pride? Pierre even had to fight for

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

water flowed down his

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

only lowered his head after

like a thirsty dog. Consider yourself unlucky

the room as

man who just came

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

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

make a sound when he got

frowned. "Why is his face so red? What did

was kind enough to get him some water." Kazimir shook his head and looked carefully at Pierre's

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

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

you assuming everyone is like you?" Alexsei rolled his eyes. He had heard the story so many times that he started to find it

Kazimir shrugged his shoulders.

We have to bring his fever down and give him some antibiotics," suggested Alexsei as he untied the ropes

a hassle," grumbled Kazimir. However, he still came over to lift Pierre and

were much taller and stronger than Pierre. That was

the room. It looked

and give him