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.

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

on the sofa. The paper in the ashtray had burned to ashes, leaving only a faint wisp

He picked up his phone and

leg did not seem

On the other hand...

Old Master Mallory, his mental state improved significantly. Therefore, when Old Master

he watched Sunny hang the IV fluid bag for him, he stared at her fine figure. He could not help but have

wondered how long it had been since he

it had

meeting at the company, where all the things he had done were

pace than anyone else.

his leg was treated, it would still be lame. From refusing to accept it to later holding onto hope, he now found himself looking at the young Sunny with evil

in lust, but he could

to stay in bed for three months. Including the three months

Pierre's gaze grew darker.

finished hanging the IV fluid bag, she wrote down the time on the record

she was done, she felt a pair of eyes constantly on her. She looked up and

he looking at

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

faced similar gazes

decent facial features, Sunny felt disgusted by his

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

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

mistake, she had not been fired by Pierre. Pierre's identity needed to be kept secret. They thought that news of it might leak out

any action, and the caretaker who had been taking care of him kept

quickly walked out of the

the door and left the ward. Compared to his previous women, Sunny's appearance was average at best. She could only be considered a little pretty. He used to have little interest in

had piqued his interest

different now. He had been holding back for too long. That was why when

least she could