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.

they had the 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

did not mind it. He picked up his phone and searched for information

did not seem

On the other hand...

After having a conversation with Old Master Mallory, his mental state improved significantly. Therefore, when Old

Sunny hang the IV fluid bag for him, he stared at her

long it had been since

like it had been quite a

all the things he had done were compiled into a booklet and uploaded online, he had not

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

to accept it to later holding onto hope, he now found himself looking at

to indulge in lust, but he could

the three months prior when he was evading the police, he had

Pierre's gaze grew darker.

bag, she wrote down the

felt a pair of eyes constantly on her. She looked up and met Pierre's gaze. She

looking at

a private hospital, and she had been working as a nurse in

faced similar

had decent facial features,

not a place for indulgence. The staff did not

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

Pierre's identity needed

and the caretaker who had been taking care of him kept her

quickly walked out

eyes 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 average at best. She could only be

had piqued his

That was why when he saw Sunny, a

she could