Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

"Sounds great." Amur grinned, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth.

He knew that Pierre was likely to be disabled.

"Amur, be more careful in the future. Don't take such risks anymore..." Luca did not judge him for what he had done.

After all, it was Abel's order to bring him to the base in X City, and it was Amur's own desire to disable Pierre.

Luca knew that he was seeking revenge for her.

"I wasn't exposed. It's getting late. You should go back and rest," said Amur, thinking about how the chauffeur might perceive Luca if she stayed here any longer.

Even though Warren was merely a chauffeur, Amur could still sense his aura.

He was not an ordinary driver. He was at least capable enough to serve as a bodyguard or detective.

However, Amur did not have the opportunity to test his abilities, so he was not sure about it.

Still, Warren might be observing him from outside the room.

"Well, you haven't had a good rest these days. Get some rest, and please get rid of that." Luca pointed at the paper they had just used.

Amur nodded. He picked up the paper and crumpled it in his hand.

After Luca left, he reached into his pocket and found his lighter. He ignited the crumpled paper and tossed it into the ashtray.

He gazed coldly at the flickering flames without any expression on his face.

When would he be able to escape the Island of Despair with Luca and Eler?

He had been trying his best, but it was not easy to break free from Abel. No one had successfully escaped Abel's control until this point.

Previously, nobody would risk their lives to break free from manipulation without the antidote.

antidote, Amur still found it challenging at the thought of the ubiquitous pursuits of the Island of

sat on the sofa. The paper in the ashtray had burned to ashes, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke. The smell of burnt

not mind it. He picked up his phone and searched

his leg did not

On the other hand...

on the hospital bed. After having a conversation with Old Master Mallory, his mental state improved significantly. Therefore, when Old Master Mallory requested

stared at her fine figure. He could not help but have some wicked

it had been since he slept with

it had

company, where all the things he had done were compiled into a

a faster pace than anyone else. Even when he had a fiance, he never stopped his

Even after his leg was treated, it would still be lame. From refusing to accept it

lust, but he could

need to stay in bed for three months. Including the three months prior when he was evading the police, he had gone roughly four months

Pierre's gaze grew darker.

hanging the IV fluid bag, she wrote down the time

eyes constantly on her. She looked

looking at her

private hospital, and she had been working as a nurse in the VIP wards for quite some time. She

faced similar gazes

had decent facial features, Sunny felt disgusted by his

where they provided medical care for patients, not a place for indulgence. The staff did not provide illicit services to

turned to the caretaker and said, "This saline is for Mr. Pierre's inflammation. Be sure to pay attention and ring the bell when the

had made a mistake, she had not been fired by Pierre. Pierre's identity needed to

caretaker who had been taking care

walked out of

were deep, and his gaze followed Sunny until she closed the door and left the ward. Compared to his previous women, Sunny's appearance was

that had piqued

back for too long. That was why

least she could help solve