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 glimpse of a scorpion's

then lowered his head

man walked

Three steps, two, one...

glasses of wine and clinked

and pretended to

glass and

man in the suit had a wicked smile on

casual clothes

Lafite splashed on Luke's limited edition beige suit, which made him frown a

woman held lipstick in one hand and a hand mirror in another.

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

mirror fell onto the floor

sinister voice could be heard over the passenger address system. "You'd better sit down and behave, Luke Crawford. I've already taken control of the cockpit. If you resist, I won't hesitate to blow up the entire

the passengers in the cabin shrieked and wailed, unable to process the shock of

a heart attack. I need my medicine..." "Sir... your medicine..." His attendant's hands were shaking as she tried to hand

from the washroom. He kicked the bottle

that old man was. He was Darren Buffell, a world- renowned stock

on the floor, trying to reach the pills that could save his life. "My medicine..." he mumbled

and drinks on the table were scattered all over the

while kicking the bottle

going to take any chances. Those desperados were willing to do

a handful of

that his life was saved by

other. Mr. Buffell

have the time to reply to his greeting. He could hear gunshots in

blared, and more gunfire could be heard. Finding the right opportunity, Luke picked up a shard of broken glass from the floor and cleanly slit the throats of the