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

"Sure, but what do you need this for?” Luke asked while holding his phone. He pulled up the photo of the tattoo and

sent it to Gordan's phone.

Gordan looked at the photo he sent over and explained, "Although I'm an inconspicuous person, I often take

commissions. I'll definitely be able to use this in the future."

Luke put the phone down.

Gordan also kept the phone in his pocket and held out his hand. "Brother Luke, I've yet to congratulate you on your

company getting the project. Congratulations."

"Thanks." Luke shook his hand.

Gordan rubbed his chin and looked around. He got what he wanted but could not bring up the thing he intended to

ask. There was no point in staying around any longer, so he said, "Brother Luke, rest up. I still have some things to

do, so I'm taking off. I'll still be in Russia for the time being, so call me if you need anything."

"Okay. It's inconvenient for me to see you off downstairs, so I won't. Close the door when you leave," Luke said

while opening the laptop on the table with no intention of seeing him off.

"Got it. I'm taking off then." Gordan did not think anything of his response. This was basically how the two of them

got along. He pushed open the room door to the empty living room of the suite.

It seemed that Luca was still in her room.

Gordan whistled as he turned to leave and closed the door of the suite on his way out.

Luke shook his head. He had been working on the project since he came back from the hotel yesterday and had no

time to tell Percy about the events here.

He sent an email to Percy to tell him about the Island of Despair as well as Pierre's participation in the project

bidding with the bidding document he had specially prepared.

He had no plans of letting Pierre get away with it.

However, no matter what he wanted to do, he still had to tell Percy in advance. After all, he was Pierre's brother.

After a while, Percy gave Luke a call from overseas.

"Did that brat, Pierre, really do that?"

"Yes, the bidding document was deliberately prepared by me and my assistant..." Luke glanced at the door before

continuing, "We intentionally left it for Luca to see if she would take it."

"There's no way Luca could have given the bidding document to Pierre," Percy assured him that they were not on

good terms. Pierre was dying to strangle Luca, and because of Nina, Luca did not like him very much either. The

chances of anything happening between them were zero.

"Well, there was a middleman involved. I'm guessing it's the one who's controlling Luca. Gale is already looking into

it. I'm just giving you a heads-up," said Luke.

"Got it. This is T Corporation's business, so do what you have to do. Other than that, if you need anything else, just

ask." Percy felt a little guilty. He was Pierre's brother, yet he had no idea Pierre had secretly done so many illegal

things.

Moreover, these things were all related to his brother.

It was a good thing that Luke had come up with a plan, so Pierre's actions did not cost T Corporation anything.

Otherwise, he would not know how to face his friend of over 30 years.

After ending the call with Luke, Percy called Pierre.

The call went through, but it was hung up by Pierre after two rings.

Percy could not help but curse. He then called him again.

This time, Pierre's phone could no longer be reached.

Percy frowned. "What the hell? I'll teach him a lesson when he comes back from Russia."

He did not believe that Pierre would never return. After all, his company was still here. There was no way he would

abandon the company he worked so hard to set up.

On the other hand.

In Pierre's suite.

He looked at the burly man pointing a gun at his forehead with a gloomy expression.

"Mr. Abel, is this how you're going to treat me?"

He looked at the man sitting on the couch across from him. As soon as he opened the door, a gun slammed him

onto the sofa, which made him unable to move.

Without any of his people around, Pierre knew that even if he moved the slightest bit right now, he would be shot in

the head.

He had made a misjudgment.

Pierre did not expect that a mere pharmaceutical company owner would have such power. He walked in and out of

places in Russia with a gun. Furthermore, he held it to his forehead whenever he wanted.

Hence, he finally understood that Abel was not an ordinary businessman.

"Aren't you the one who's looking for me? I saw that you were trying so hard to find me, so I came. What is it, Mr.

Pierre? Why are you looking for me?" Abel took a puff of his cigar and sneered.

Hera searched for him all day. When she finally got in touch, she informed him of the situation. Long story short,

someone named Mallory was looking for him.

Abel did not need to investigate further to know that it was Pierre.

Since Pierre wanted to come see him, he personally went to Pierre instead.

Besides, no one outside knew that he was the boss of the Island of Despair. It was still easy for him to get around.

After his subordinates found out on which floor of the hotel Pierre stayed, he had them book a room under their

name. He managed to come up successfully.

They did not alert the security downstairs or the local police. Everything went smoothly.

Pierre glanced at the shiny black muzzle. Once it went off, he would die on the spot.

Being held at gunpoint, it would be a lie to say he was not afraid. However, in order to face Abel, he had to toughen

up no matter how afraid he was.

"There's a reason why I came to find you, but the gun..." Pierre looked at the sloppy man.

The fact that he dared to hold a gun to his head in a hotel meant that Abel was not easy to deal with. If Pierre still

went with his previous plan, the unlucky one would not be Abel but himself.

He figured that if he demanded Abel bring out the money he previously took, he might not be able to walk out of

this hotel alive.

"My subordinates misunderstood that you wanted to negotiate with me. Hence, the gun. Don't worry, the gun has

been modified. It won't go off. It's also equipped with a top-notch silencer. Even if it does go off, it won't disturb the

people next door," Abel said deliberately.

A silencer.

As stupid as Pierre was, he knew what that meant.

Even if he died here today, no one would know. By the time the hotel staff found out, Abel and his subordinates

would have long been gone.

It seemed that Abel had a stronghold in Russia. Even if there were surveillance cameras that captured them coming

in, they would still have a way to erase the footage.

These were the things that would happen after he was taken care of.

However, Pierre had no intention of letting himself die here.

"I do have something to talk to you about, but it's not a negotiation." Pierre tamed his anger and changed his

words. He who fought and run away lived to fight another day.

Abel raised his eyebrows with a smug look on his face. "So, it's not a negotiation, huh? Then we have a

misunderstanding, my apologies. My subordinates are used to pointing a gun at the other party when negotiating to

ensure my interests. Haller, put the gun away."