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

Chapter 730 She Could Not Believe What She Saw or Heard

Bianca's gaze fell onto a rose garden in full bloom in the garden outside of the window.

The flowers were white, pink, red, and orange. Thanks to her meticulous care, the plants were especially healthy.

The bloom brought love and warmth to the house.

However, Luke would be gone for a few days.

Without Luke at home, there would be less love and warmth.

Bianca lowered her gaze. When she looked at Luke again, she seemed visibly unhappy.

Luke kissed her lips helplessly and promised Bianca once more, "I'll come home safely, and I can promise you that. If I can't do that, you can punish me however you want." "Alright." Bianca agreed to it, though her left ear was ringing once again, which made her uneasy.

She hugged Luke tightly to try to make herself feel better. "You will come home safe. Otherwise, I won't forgive you!"

Luke sat in his seat on the flight to Country M. He closed his eyes to rest.

He had developed a keen intuition in his stint on the Island of Despair. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at a middle-aged man in a suit.

The man stood straight, and his gait was like a march. The calluses on his hands showed that he was a long-time gun user.

Luke was very familiar with those calluses.

He rubbed his hands. They had calluses at the same places.

From a single glance, Luke could tell that the pistol was made of plastic. It was developed in Germany, held three bullets, and could easily slip past airport security.

Sitting not far away from Luke was a man dressed in casual clothes. A glass of '92 Lafite was touching his thin lips.

a scorpion's tail on the

then lowered his head and silently counted the

walked closer and

Three steps, two, one...

wine and

forward and pretended to

and prepared to jump

man in the suit had a wicked smile

casual clothes and tossed him over his

edition beige suit,

hand and a hand mirror

trembled violently, which caused her lipstick hand to shake and draw a long

mirror fell onto

behave, Luke Crawford. I've already taken control of the cockpit. If you resist, I won't

and wailed, unable to process the

noble-looking old man clutched his chest and gasped for air. "Ugh... I have a heart attack. I need my medicine..." "Sir... your medicine..." His attendant's hands were shaking as she tried to hand

out from the washroom. He kicked

old man was. He was Darren Buffell, a

Buffell crawled with much difficulty on the floor, trying to reach the pills that could save his life. "My medicine..." he

the table were scattered all

both of his hands while

not going to take any chances. Those desperados were

trembling hands, Mr. Buffell took the bottle, poured a handful of pills, stuffed

He seemed relieved that his life

knew each other. Mr. Buffell

reply to his greeting. He could hear gunshots in

right opportunity, Luke picked up a shard of broken glass