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 paper in the ashtray had burned to ashes, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke. The smell of burnt paper lingered in the small space of

not mind it. He picked up his phone and

his leg did not

On the other hand...

hospital bed. After having a conversation with Old Master Mallory, his mental state improved significantly. Therefore, when Old Master Mallory requested the hospital to let Pierre continue to stay there, they readily

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

wondered how long it had been since he slept with a

like it had been quite a

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

else. Even

still be lame. From refusing to accept it to later holding onto hope, he now found himself looking at

kind to indulge in lust,

department said Pierre would need to stay in bed for three months. Including the three months prior when he was evading the police, he

Pierre's gaze grew darker.

IV fluid bag, she

done, she felt a pair of eyes constantly on her. She

was he looking

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

had faced

facial features, Sunny felt disgusted

they provided medical care for patients, not a place for indulgence. The

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

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

did not take any action, and the caretaker who had been taking care of him kept her

walked out of

until she closed 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.

innocent woman that had piqued his interest

had been holding back for too long. That was why when he saw Sunny, a pretty girl

she could help solve