Ch. 3131..3140
Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3131-Pierre looked at Karen's pitiful appearance and found himself unable to summon even a whisper of compassion in his heart. If it were in the past, he would definitely feel sorry for her. After all, his mother doted on him, and in return, he would care for her, protect her, and not let anyone bully her.
However, he was thoroughly disappointed this time.
"Also, I understand you wanted to hit that man out of anger, but how could you let someone record it? Now, the whole internet wants you to prove your innocence by asking Silas to come out and speak.
What about him? Did you kill him?" Pierre continued to ask.
Pierre had to lay on the bed 24/7. He was bored out of his wits. That was why he was particularly interested in these matters.
Karen shook her head and sobbed. "He's not dead."
"He's not dead, but he's probably barely holding on," Pierre understood his mother very well.
Karen nodded. "It wasn't intentional. I've endured it for so long and suffered so much, so I…"
How she wished her son would come forward to uphold justice for her, but she was destined to be disappointed.
Pierre looked at her coldly. It sent shivers down her spine.
Was this still her most beloved youngest son?
"So you hit someone, and when you did, you forgot to have someone keep an eye around," Pierre sneered.
"I've never seen someone so careless. Now that you've crippled someone, you can't prove your innocence."
"No, there was no one else in the house at the time. I don't know how she managed to record it…" Karen felt a chill running down her spine under Pierre's gaze.
She did not know when she started feeling a chill under Pierre's gaze.
Something was wrong.
She was his mother, yet she feared his sinister gaze…
"I have no choice now. I can only wait for this matter to fade away," added Karen.
She could only remain silent, hoping that more explosive news about other celebrities would overshadow this incident.
"Hmph, this is how you deal with things?" A hint of impatience flashed across his eyes. "Can I trust you with my leg?"
"Of course, you can." Karen looked at his plastered leg firmly." Pierre, trust me.
I'll make your leg better, no matter what."
Pierre did not believe her, but he could only lie on the sickbed now. He was practically useless. If Percy had wanted to harm him just now, he would have been defenseless.
Therefore, Karen was the only one who could help him now.
"The doctor said they'll perform dry needling on my leg in a few days. I don't want them to do it. I want Luca to do it." Pierre thought of that cold, elegant face.
He secretly regretted kidnapping her just for revenge against Luke.
He should have taken care of her right from the beginning and made her fully committed to him so that she would wholeheartedly serve him.
Even if things went south later on, he would not be as powerless as he was now.
Now, Luca belonged to Luke. Indeed, he had missed out on all the benefits.
"I'll have Luca come treat you," Karen promised without hesitation.
"What's your plan?" Pierre looked at her grimly. Since the injury, he looked at everyone with the same gaze. It only grew darker with each passing day.
Even in the presence of doctors and nurses, his gaze remained as piercing as ever. It was as though he could devour them alive.
"Let me talk to her first. If that doesn't work, I'll have to resort to force." Karen clenched her fists.
After these two incidents, she knew that confronting Luke head-on would only result in her complete defeat.
However, even if she lost, she had to do it.
It was for the sake of Pierre and to return to Mallory Manor.
When Karen thought about how she needed Mr. Bennet to inform the old master and get permission from him before she could return to Mallory Manor, she felt stifled.
She could only pin all her hopes on Pierre.
The premise was that Pierre could not become a cripple, or rather, he had to appear as normal as possible so that the Chamberlain family might accept him.
Once they were allied with the Chamberlain family, Pierre would have a weapon against Percy and Old Master Mallory would also start to value the two of them again.
"I hope you can handle this matter well. Otherwise, I'll be thoroughly disappointed in you." Pierre did not see any problem with what he was saying.
He simply believed that it was only right for Karen to help him in this way.
Karen nodded without realizing what Pierre's words meant for her.
She did not think that when Pierre said those words, he no longer regarded her as a mother but merely as a tool.
Karen's mind was preoccupied with the idea of getting Luca to perform dry needling on Pierre.
"Oh right, Pierre, the doctor said you need vitamins. The nurse said you don't like fruits, which won't do. I bought some fruits for you. You must have some."
The topic of Luca came to an end, and Karen resumed her maternal demeanor as she picked up some fruits.
"Look, these grapes and oranges are fresh. You love them," said Karen.
"Put them there." Pierre showed little interest in the fruits.
At this point, he had lost interest in food, women, and even luxury cars and mansions. After all, if his leg did not heal, he would lose everything.
"Would you like me to peel an orange for you?" Karen asked when she noticed his lack of interest.
"No need.” Pierre still showed little interest.
"Would you like to have some grapes, then? I'll wash them for you," Karen did not realize that her attempt to indulge her son was seen as degrading by Pierre.
He had caretakers for such tasks, and it was not her place to do them.
Now, Karen was actually resorting to such measures just to please him.
"I'm tired. You can go back now. Make sure to handle Luca's matter well," said Pierre as he supported himself on the bed, shifting his body slightly before lying down again.
Karen secretly let out a sigh, understanding why he was refusing to eat fruits.
She arranged the fruits and then covered him with a blanket. "Don't worry, I'll definitely make sure Luca comes to treat you. Whether she wants to or not, I'll make her come."
"Okay," Pierre responded.
The only thing that could elicit a calm response from him now was the prospect of Luca treating him.
Karen watched him close his eyes. She could not help but feel sad, but she turned and left as she did not want to disturb his rest.
After Karen left, another caretaker came in. When she saw that Pierre was resting, she dared not make a sound. She tiptoed to the couch and sat down quietly.
The caretaker certainly knew about Pierre's bad temper. That was why she dared not disturb him at all.
The other caretaker could not handle Pierre's temper and refused to continue despite the high pay.
Only she remained because the high pay was too tempting.
Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3132-Pierre was about to go to sleep.
However, there were some people who just would not let him sleep. His caretaker, Elena, had only just sat down when her cell phone rang.
Pierre opened his eyes, feeling irritated. "Are you thinking of quitting this job or what?"
Elena shuddered. She instinctively thought it was her phone even though she remembered having put it on silent mode. She took it out and realized it was not her phone that was ringing.
"Mr. Pierre, it's your phone." She quivered as she offered a reminder.
Pierre was startled for a moment.
Since his accident, he had become the butt of jokes in his circle. Everyone called him Limp Leg Pierre.
As a crippled heir of the Mallory family, he was deemed powerless. Hence, people were reluctant to associate with him.
Hence, his phone had always been silent. Even when it rang, he thought it was Elena's phone.
Pierre turned over and picked up his phone. His heart skipped a beat when he saw a string of numbers.
He had a bad feeling, and fear spread from the depths of his heart throughout his body.
Memories of his kidnapping flooded back, and fear rose within him.
Elena noticed that he was hesitating to answer the call. She could not help but curiously ask, "Mr. Pierre, why aren't you answering the phone?"
Pierre came back to his senses. After seeing the string of numbers just now, he realized that he had been living in fear.
He glared at Elena, knowing he could not escape.
Even if Abel could not show up, Pierre still had to face him when he was discharged.
Abel was Pierre's nightmare!
Pierre knew it was useless to regret provoking that organization now. He dismissed Elena and said, "I need to take a call. Step out and close the door."
"Yes, sir." Elena shivered. She immediately hurried out and closed the door.
The person on the other end of the line patiently waited.
Pierre took a deep breath and answered the call.
"Who's this?"
On the other end of the line came a contemptuous laughter.
It was this laughter that made every hair on Pierre's body stand on end and his body involuntarily shudder.
He recognized the owner of this laughter.
"Mr. Pierre, do you still remember me?" The voice on the other end of the call seemed ethereal and sinister. It was as though it came from hell and wanted to drag Pierre down.
Pierre knew that this call was definitely not for anything good, but there was nothing more for him to fear since he was already in such a situation.
He took a deep breath, summoning the courage to face this nightmare. "I know it's you, but this is A City. How dare you call me? Aren't you afraid of the police here?"
"If I was afraid, I wouldn't have kidnapped you. How's your leg? I heard it's not getting any better." The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have been monitoring him all along, easily picking at his most sensitive spot.
Pierre wished he could jump up and shoot the man right away.
However, he could not. He did not even know the man's true identity, so how could he accurately shoot him?
"If you have the guts, don't hide behind a facade. Stand in front of me openly.
Let's see if the police and the Mallory family can do anything to you." Pierre knew how to threaten people effectively, so he lowered his voice and threatened the man.
"You're just hiding behind all those people. Who do you think you are?"
As Abel listened to Pierre’s words on the other end of the line, he could not help but burst into laughter.
He really wanted to see what Pierre looked like now.
In his deliberately threatening and provoking voice, there was the sound of his teeth gritting.
Was he angry? Scared?
Perhaps both.
"Hahaha, if you had what it takes, I wouldn't hide. But come on, Pierre, you know your place. You really think you can take on your brother? And even if you can, what right do you have to demand I reveal my true self? My true self is only for the big shots," Abel teased Pierre.
The people on the Island of Despair were strong, so he would show his true face to them.
Shanks was capable too. That was why Abel used his true face to meet with Shanks.
As for Luke…
Even though he did not want to admit it, Luke was capable too. Thus, when they first met, he used his true face to meet him.
It was just that Luke did not know who he was and what he had done to Bianca.
He foolishly thought of him as a colleague…
Without realizing it, Abel's thoughts drifted. That was why he did not notice the heavy breathing on the other end of the phone.
"You…" Pierre was almost out of breath with anger from Abel's words. His pale fingers tightly gripped the phone, which seemed to be deformed from being squeezed. "I'll never let you go!"
"Initially, I kidnapped you for money, but it seemed that the Mallory family wasn't too keen on paying up. So, I took your leg as payment for your little private investigation into me.” Thinking about Luke put Abel in a bad mood, so he decided not to waste any more breath on him.
"The reason I'm calling you today is to talk about a partnership," added Abel.
"Partner with you? There's nothing we can team up on!" Pierre replied fiercely.
After experiencing a few incidents like this, he would be a fool if he still believed Abel's words.
Abel promised he could get the job done but instead handed him a backup plan for T Corporation, which caused him heavy losses. To top it off, Pierre had to bow down in front of Luke. That was his biggest humiliation!
Abel said, "No, there is. This cooperation won't cost you a penny, and I can also fulfill one of your wishes. How about it?"
As Pierre listened to him, he suddenly thought of his biggest wish right now.
He wanted Luca to treat his leg for him!
"Where are you?" Pierre's heart skipped a beat. He was in the hospital now.
That man would not be able to succeed even if he wanted to do something to Pierre.
"I'm in the hospital now. Yes, it's the hospital you're staying at, but I can't come up. Why don’t you come down?" suggested Abel.
"Come up. I'll tell the nurse," replied Pierre. His heart inexplicably began to flutter with excitement.
Perhaps Abel could really help him fulfill this wish.
"Pierre, I'm not that silly. I might be walking into a trap if I go up. And can you guarantee that there are no people from Luke's side on that floor?" Abel was not that stupid. Once he exposed himself to Luke's surveillance, he might be discovered.
It was not time to close the net yet. He did not want to be discovered by Luke.
Pierre fell silent. He could not guarantee it either.
However, even if he was under Luke's surveillance, there should not be any problems. After all, his leg was still being treated, so nothing could go wrong.
That was why he did not care about the surveillance, nor did he think about it.
Still, Abel's words made him ponder for a moment. Indeed, if Luke found out that he had met a strange person, he might investigate what they had talked about.
If his wish was known by Luke…
There was no need for Pierre to think about it. He knew Luke would definitely not let his wish come true.
"You've hurt me before." Even though Pierre was eager to negotiate a deal with Abel, once bitten, twice shy. Hence, he remained cautious.
Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3133-"Don't worry, I promise I won't harm you this time. Even if our cooperation fails, I won't do anything to you," Abel reassured him.
"Where are you in the hospital?" Pierre's heart stirred. He had no choice but to rely on Karen.
Deep down, though, he knew Karen was unreliable.
Relying on her was worse than relying on the person he was about to cooperate with!
"I'm in the hospital cafeteria right now. Not inside but facing the parking lot," said Abel as he glanced around at his surroundings.
The hospital at night was far less lively than during the day, and the cafeteria had no food at this hour. As such, there were hardly any people around.
"Wait for me." Pierre hung up the phone and shouted loudly at the door, "Come in!"
The ward was well soundproofed, and Elena had closed the door tightly. That was why she did not hear Pierre's voice.
Pierre frowned and had no choice but to continue yelling loudly, "Come in!"
This time, Elena heard it and quickly poked her head in. "Mr. Pierre, did you call me?"
"Who else would I call? Are you deaf? Do I have to shout so many times?"
Pierre looked displeased.
Elena pushed the door open, walked in, and immediately explained, "The soundproofing in the ward is excellent. I couldn't hear anything…"
"Get the wheelchair ready." Pierre was too lazy to argue with her. He just wanted to go see Abel now.
"Okay." Elena unfolded the wheelchair from the corner and pushed it to the bedside. "Do you need to go to the toilet?"
Pierre usually strongly resisted using a wheelchair. He always felt that once he sat in it, he would not be able to get out.
Thus, he only used it when he needed to go to the toilet. Otherwise, he strongly resisted.
The doctor said he should go out in the wheelchair to get some sun as it would help with bone healing. However, Pierre refused to do so. There was nothing the doctor and nurse could do about it.
Therefore, Elena subconsciously thought Pierre needed the wheelchair to go to the toilet.
"Who told you I needed to go to the toilet? Help me sit." Pierre glared at her. He hated it when Elena made random guesses.
Alright." Elena was even more puzzled. If not the toilet, then what?
She was strong, so she directly lifted Pierre onto the wheelchair and fastened the seatbelt. She asked, "Mr. Pierre, if you're not going to the toilet, where are we going?"
"I can't sleep, so you're pushing me out for a walk,” replied Pierre.
"Huh?" The nurse was surprised. Walking at night instead of during the day?
However, considering that there were not many people around at night and the weather was not too hot, she said, "Okay, are we going to the ground floor?"
"To the cafeteria,” replied Pierre as Elena pushed him out of the ward.
"But there's no food in the cafeteria now," added Elena.
"Can you stop trying to be clever?" Pierre rolled his eyes. His tone sounded ominous.
Elena immediately shut her mouth.
When the two passed the nurse's station, the nurse was genuinely shocked.
Was this Pierre Mallory?
Why was he willing to come out in a wheelchair?
The nurse asked, "Visiting hours will end soon. Where are you two heading?"
"Oh, Mr. Pierre said he couldn't sleep. He’d like to go downstairs for some fresh air," Elena replied on behalf of Pierre.
Pierre could not be bothered to answer.
The nurse caught sight of Pierre’s frosty expression, and she could not be bothered to continue the conversation either. Therefore, she just nodded and said, "Alright, there are a lot of mosquitoes at night. Don't go to dark places."
After that, she said nothing more.
Elena felt cheerful.
She liked walking around.
However, since Pierre did not like it and she could not leave him alone in the ward, she had to stay with Pierre in the ward.
Being able to go downstairs for some fresh air now was good.
The elevator arrived at the floor, and Elena carefully pushed Pierre's wheelchair inside.
The elevator doors closed.
As the nurse watched them from behind, she could not help but mutter to herself, "He doesn't go out during the day but goes out at night. It's strange. And he clearly resisted using the wheelchair before, but now he's willing to sit in it and go downstairs?"
The security guard heard the nurse's mutters and cheerfully reminded her, "It's nighttime now. There aren't as many people downstairs. No one will notice him in the wheelchair."
"That's true. But it's still strange. Wheelchairs are common in hospitals. Even if others see him in a wheelchair, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?"
"Who knows?" replied the security guard.
"Maybe he's been in the hospital for so long that he's accepted the wheelchair…"
Yeah, maybe…" The security guard nodded, agreeing with the nurse's words.
Pierre and Elena arrived downstairs in the elevator.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, Pierre commanded, "Head to the cafeteria."
"Yes." Elena did not understand why he was so insistent on going to the hospital's cafeteria. There was nothing interesting there, and it was the darkest area at night. Was he planning to let himself be bitten by the mosquitoes there?
Yet, she could not say these things out loud. She just went along with him and pushed him to a spot not far from the cafeteria.
Pierre, now accustomed to the darkness, suddenly noticed a tall figure standing in the distance.
Elena noticed it as well and wondered why someone was here when there were usually hardly any people around the cafeteria at this time. Were they here to get bitten by mosquitoes too?
Knowing that Pierre did not like crowds, she dared not to say anything.
However, Pierre told her to stop.
Elena halted, feeling puzzled. She asked him, "Mr. Pierre, is this the place?"
"Stay here." Then, Pierre awkwardly controlled the wheelchair to move forward.
Elena wanted to follow him, but Pierre's previous command made her stop in her tracks.
She could only watch him go toward the person over there. Could it be that Pierre wanted to meet that person?
That would explain everything.
No wonder he insisted on going downstairs in a wheelchair after receiving a call.
He was going to meet a friend.
Since it was a meeting, why choose to meet in such a dimly lit spot? That was really strange.
However, since Pierre did not allow her to follow, she dared not to. She simply turned away to avoid seeing what she should not.
Abel's gaze swept across the distance, catching sight of Pierre as he was wheeled closer by an attendant.
After a while, Pierre chose to control the wheelchair himself to come toward him.
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As Abel watched Pierre acting like this, the mocking expression on his face grew stronger.
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"Humph, what kind of deal do you want?" Pierre could sense the mockery in Abel's voice. He also knew that he was not proficient in maneuvering the wheelchair, but what difference did it make?
He would stand up eventually.
"I need some money," said Abel.
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Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3134-Nevertheless, Pierre clearly realized that there was no way he could compete with Abel.
At least not now. He could not even stand up.
If he really got into a fight, he would be the one at a disadvantage, and his leg might end up even worse.
"Listen to me. As long as you're willing to provide me with this money, I'll fulfill one of your wishes," added Abel. He tasked Hera with investigating some things about Pierre today and unexpectedly found some information.
These things were his capital for negotiating cooperation with Pierre.
"Any wish?" asked Pierre.
"Not exactly. It depends on what you want to do.” Abel was not so naive as to promise any wish. Even though he could back out of the agreement, he had already tricked Pierre once. Seeing Pierre as a cripple made him suddenly feel reluctant to trick him again.
However, it was not out of pity for Pierre. Abel just felt that this person, though foolishly rich, would not fall for more tricks again.
"That won't do," replied Pierre. If Abel could not help Pierre achieve any wish, then there was no need to discuss money.
"Tell me your wish," said Abel with a smirk on his face as he slightly leaned forward. Even in the darkness, he could clearly see Pierre's fear.
Perhaps Pierre did not even realize that his eyes were filled with fear when he was facing Abel at this moment.
"Tell me how much money you want first.” Pierre looked at him cautiously.
"Well, not much. It’s not much for you, at least. Two million dollars," answered Abel. Even though two million dollars could not make up for the losses he suffered last time, they could allow him to invest in something else.
Two million dollars was not much for Pierre.
Even if it was 20 million dollars, it would still be easy for the Mallory family.
"Fine. As long as you fulfill my wish, I'll give you two million dollars.” There was excitement gleaming in Pierre’s eyes.
Abel noticed it. He suddenly wanted to know what Pierre wanted at this moment.
"You haven't told me your wish yet. Only when your wish is spoken can we decide whether to cooperate or not. Also, I'll raise the price if it’s too difficult to fulfill."
Pierre immediately felt dissatisfied. There would be a price hike?
Pierre replied, "I need Luca to perform dry needling treatment on my legs. You should know Luca, the woman around Luke Crawford. I want her."
Abel was surprised. Pierre actually wanted Luca? For dry needling treatment?
However, he instantly remembered that Luca learned dry needling techniques from Shanks, who indeed had skills.
If Shanks performed dry needling for Pierre, he could not guarantee a 100%
recovery of Pierre's leg, but he could definitely stand up and walk like a normal person.
If Shanks could do it, then Luca could probably manage it too.
Still, how did Pierre know that Luca had such skills?
"It's easy for your team to kidnap a woman, and it won't cost much effort. This transaction is quite advantageous for you," analyzed Pierre. He was afraid that Abel would decline.
Abel rolled his eyes. Getting Luca was just a matter of a word. There was no need to kidnap her. Doing this was indeed very easy.
However, Abel did not intend to agree.
He knew that even if he refused, Pierre would find other ways to bring Luca over for dry needling treatment.
As he thought about this, he knew that Luca and Luke would be in trouble in the future. Since there would be a good show to watch, why should he agree?
"You're painting a simple picture, but this is a tangled mess. Luca is in Luke’s pocket. You're suggesting I take him on? Am I crazy?" Abel thrust Luke into the conversation.
Pierre did not expect Abel to be so intimidated. Was he really cowering in the face of Luke Crawford?
"Are you afraid of Luke? You didn't hesitate to steal his bidding document back then. Were you afraid then?" Pierre could not believe it.
"I was afraid. Of course, I was. Stealing bidding documents and kidnapping Luca are two different things. Don't you know how much Luke treasures that woman now?
"Feel free to go ahead with your kidnapping plans. Even if you were to offer me five million dollars, I wouldn't even bat an eye," replied Abel.
Pierre was disappointed. He originally thought Abel would agree to this deal.
He did not expect Abel to be afraid of Luke.
"In that case, there's no need to continue discussing," said Pierre. He was about to maneuver his wheelchair to go back. During this conversation, mosquitoes had already left a few bites on him.
He had refrained himself from scratching due to his own dignity.
"Wait a minute. I can't fulfill this wish, but you can do it yourself, right?" Abel blocked his path.
Pierre fixed him with a malevolent glare. "I can do it myself, but I also thought of giving you a chance to cooperate. But you're too afraid."
Abel let out a cold sneer. "Whether I dare to do it or not isn't your concern. But if you're willing to cough up two million dollars, I can help you with something."
"What?" Pierre did not want to pay attention at first, but he could not help but ask.
"Your mother is currently facing difficulties. I can help her," suggested Abel. This was what he learned today.
The moment Hera told him about it, he knew he had a way to solve the problem at hand.
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Even if Abel could, Pierre would not spend two million dollars to smooth things over for Karen.
Karen caused this trouble herself. Why should he clean up this mess for her?
"I can arrange for someone to disguise himself as that man, not only in appearance but also in voice. Tell me, is it worth two million dollars for someone skilled in disguise and voice imitation?"
Abel presented his solution and added, "I know you look down on your mother now, but no matter what, she's still your mother whether you admit it or not.
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"Do you think Old Master Mallory will stand on your side without your mother's help?"
Pierre pursed his lips. The answer was obvious—he would not.
If Karen was not there to speak for him in front of Old Master Mallory, he might never be forgiven.
Therefore, Karen returning to Mallory Manor would be beneficial for him.
Abel noticed Pierre’s silence and continued, "At this moment, what matters most for you isn't the recovery of your leg but ensuring your mother successfully resolves this issue.
"Once the old master believes she's back on track, only then can you have smoother days ahead and compete on equal footing with your brother.
Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3135--Abel had his own way of enchanting people's hearts.
Now, Pierre was already considering what he said. Indeed, as long as Karen was fine, he could still contend with Percy when his leg was healed.
The Mallory family could not entirely fall into the hands of Percy.
"Alright, I agree. As long as you arrange for someone to deal with my mother's affairs, I'll give you two million dollars," Pierre agreed. He felt that such a deal was fair.
"Good, it's a deal." Abel let out a light chuckle. He took out his phone and said, "But this matter requires a deposit. You only have to give me one million dollars, and I can arrange it for you tonight."
"You want a million dollars without doing anything?" Pierre frowned.
"I'm a businessman. When you said I ripped you off before, it wasn't really me ripping you off. It was Luke scheming against you. I was just as deceived as you were, so why did you suddenly make me out to be the scammer?
"I pride myself on being a person of integrity. You have the choice to trust me. In business, it's all about mutual trust if we want to have a long-lasting partnership," enticed Abel.
He did not intend to deceive Pierre this time.
As Pierre listened to him, he wondered if there would be many more opportunities for future collaboration.
If Abel could cooperate with him, it would be much easier for him to obtain Mallory Corporation. Even though he had not thoroughly investigated Abel's identity and the background of his organization, he knew that Abel's power was formidable.
With such assistance, he would definitely surpass Percy.
"Alright, I'll transfer it to you. Give me your bank account number." Pierre took out his phone.
Abel provided his account number, and Pierre transferred the money without hesitation. In a moment, one million dollars was added to Abel's account.
Abel was very satisfied with Pierre's promptness. Hence, he said, "Give your mother a call later. My people will contact her. As long as she follows my instructions, I guarantee that after tonight, no one will question her ties to Silas."
Abel finished speaking and turned around to leave from the other side.
Pierre watched his departing figure from behind. It was dark now, and he could barely make out Abel's silhouette before it disappeared entirely.
He had not even seen Abel's face clearly, nor did he know if Abel had undergone any disguise.
On the contrary, he knew that Abel had noticed how disheveled he was.
Elena watched from afar. When she saw the man leave, she narrowed her eyes.
She saw Pierre struggling to maneuver the wheelchair, so she hurried over to help.
"Go away." Pierre finally managed to turn the wheelchair around, only to see Elena approaching. His expression darkened.
Elena took a few steps backward. She felt that the distance was not enough and continued to retreat several steps.
Pierre grimly picked up his phone, opened his contacts, and found Karen's number.
The money had been given. He needed Karen's cooperation now.
Elena watched him from a distance, surrounded by darkness. The light from the phone illuminated Pierre's face, casting a sinister shadow. It was quite frightening.
With so much on his mind now, Pierre dialed Karen's number.
After a while, Karen answered the call. "Pierre, why are you calling me at this hour? Are you feeling unwell?"
"Listen to me first." Pierre did not even address her as mother and went straight to the point. "My friend can help you with your matter. He'll contact you shortly, and you only need to follow his instructions."
"What friend?" Karen was puzzled. Did Pierre still have friends now?
Did his sketchy buddies even have the capability to handle his affairs? Besides, after his accident, none of those people had visited him. What help could such friends offer?
Karen was worried Pierre was being deceived. "Did that person tell you how to solve the matter, Pierre? There are many bad people nowadays. Be careful not to get tricked."
"Do you think I'm a three-year-old?" Listening to her words, Pierre felt annoyed even though she seemed concerned.
He was no longer a child, and he had his own judgment. Why was she worried he would be deceived?
When Karen said that, he remembered the losses he suffered when he dealt with Abel back then.
"No, I'm just worried about you. How can this matter be resolved? I was planning to wait until things calmed down." Karen let out a sigh. She knew this matter was difficult to resolve.
She also knew that after Old Master Mallory saw the reports online, he would definitely want to have a talk with her.
At the thought of this, Karen felt it was foolish to think she could return to Mallory Manor.
"In any case, this matter needs to be resolved. Don't mess it up this time, or no one will be able to help you." Pierre could not be bothered to communicate further with her.
Karen used to help Old Master Mallory manage the company before, so she had some experience.
However, when it came to disguises and such, she would not believe it even if Pierre told her.
Pierre did not plan to explain in detail to Karen. As long as Abel helped and Karen saw it with her own eyes, she would eventually believe it.
"Okay, but what conditions does your friend want?" Karen felt that even if there was someone who could help her with her affairs, there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
"I'll tell you after it’s settled." Pierre hung up the phone. The mosquitoes around were unbearable, and he wanted to return to the ward now.
"You, come here," Pierre called out to Elena.
Elena shuddered for a moment. Remembering how he had just brushed her off, she could not help but tremble in fear. "Yes?"
"Back to the ward," instructed Pierre.
Elena only dared to walk over and push Pierre back to the ward when she heard that.
After receiving Pierre's call, Karen waited in the living room for the phone call from the friend Pierre mentioned.
However, the person did not contact her immediately.
Karen waited for almost an hour, thinking that perhaps that person was just messing with Pierre and would not contact her at all.
She picked up her phone but then put it down again.
As soon as she put it down, the phone rang.
Karen saw it was an unfamiliar local number and immediately answered it.
"Hello." Her voice trembled involuntarily.
"Is this Ms. Karen?" A man's voice came from the other end of the line.
"I'm not his friend. I'm just here to help solve the problem. Ms. Karen, I need to observe Silas up close to help you resolve the issue."
"Up close?" Karen's heart immediately grew suspicious. Today's news in New Youth Daily had made her wary of everyone.
Hence, she was worried that the person was using Pierre's name to get close to her and leak firsthand information to the public.
Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3136-The man on the other end of the line sensed the hesitation in her tone. He then spoke in his normal voice, no longer sounding like Silas. "I've successfully mimicked Silas' voice and tone from the previous interview videos. Now, the only thing left is the appearance.
"To solve this problem, we need to introduce a fake Silas to clarify things for you. What I'm doing now is imitating Silas's appearance."
"Imitate?" Karen was shocked!
She knew some people could imitate voices very well. They could even sing like famous singers.
However, she had not heard of anyone being able to mimic appearances…
Even with makeup skills, how close could others get before they discovered something was off? Those reporters were not stupid. How could they fall for it?
"I can only help you to settle it today. If you don't trust me, then there's nothing I can do. Find someone else." The person on the phone sounded impatient.
"Wait!" Karen realized that he was a capable person, unlike no one else she had encountered.
Although she was curious how Pierre got in touch with such a person, getting her problem solved was what mattered the most now.
"I'll take you there right away. I'll give you the address," said Karen.
"Okay. Text me,” replied the man. Then, he hung up.
Karen wasted no time. She composed the message, sent it, and then thought about informing someone to drive her.
However, considering her recent suspicions, she hesitated and decided to drive herself.
The hospital was crowded and noisy. After Karen gave Silas a beating, she called a doctor to treat his wounds. Instead of taking him to the hospital, she arranged for him to recover in a separate location.
She drove straight to Mallory Estate.
There was already a parked car at the entrance of Mallory Estate. Karen cautiously looked around her. She got out of the car when there was no one around.
As soon as she got out, the door of the parked car opened as well.
Karen saw a man. She examined him carefully under the streetlight. He did not resemble Silas at all, not even remotely related.
Even if he wore makeup, could he look like Silas?
"Open the door. I just need to take a look at the person. Also, notify the reporters." The man's tone remained impatient.
Even though he had received payment, working for such a person involved no technical difficulty at all.
"Ah, okay." Karen had seen countless people in the business world, but there were few with such an imposing presence like this man.
It was mainly because he did not seem to be someone of importance yet dared to display such arrogance in front of her…
Previously, people always acted according to her wishes. Now, having to comply with someone else's, Karen felt uncomfortable. Even so, she did as instructed and opened the door for him.
The man walked a few steps, then stopped. He turned and looked at Karen, who was standing at the door. "If you don't show me the way, how can I find him?"
Karen really wanted to speak to him with a cold attitude and tell him to just go inside. Still, in the end, she dared not to do so.
If he was really capable, she could not afford to offend him. Her problem still needed to be solved…
"He's inside. I'll lead the way." Karen closed the door behind her and quickly walked up to the man, guiding him.
She led him to the bedroom where Silas was being held.
Silas was still being guarded by two men, Jeff and Windsor. When they saw Karen bring along a stranger, they were surprised. "Madam, it's late. Why are you here?"
Karen ignored them and pushed open the bedroom door.
Jeff and Windsor rubbed their noses when she did not respond. They dared not to approach her and instead remained at the door.
"Here." Karen turned around and pointed in a direction for the man behind her.
The man walked to the bedside, glanced at the man wrapped in bandages and plaster. While waiting for Karen earlier, he had specifically searched the internet for this incident.
He also listened to the recording.
Silas got beaten so badly. No wonder he screamed so painfully.
The man glanced at Silas' face and let out a faint hum. "It's a good thing you didn't hit his face, or else I wouldn't have been able to help you."
"Right…" Karen realized her fawning words were about to slip out and immediately stopped herself. "How will you help me?"
"With a disguise," replied the man as he placed the suitcase he was carrying on a chair.
Only now did Karen notice the suitcase he was carrying. Throughout the journey, her attention had been solely on his face. She even wondered how someone who looked nothing like Silas could possibly solve such a problem.
On the bed, Silas watched as Karen brought in a man and could not help but feel a shock.
Did she bring someone to get rid of him?
He did not know what was happening online. Thus, when the man's hand touched his face, Silas could not help but tremble in fear. He was afraid that that hand would land on his neck the next second.
However, the man did not do that. After briefly touching Silas' facial contours, he said to Karen, "I need half an hour. You're not allowed to come in during this time. You can contact the reporters. I'll definitely solve this problem for you."
"Really?" Karen could not believe it. Could it really be solved in half an hour?
"You can choose not to trust me," replied the man. He picked up his toolbox, ready to leave.
"I trust you!" said Karen. She immediately retreated outside.
The man closed the door expressionlessly.
Outside the door, Jeff and Windsor looked at each other and could not help but ask Karen, "Madam, who is he? Why is he acting so arrogantly?"
"You wouldn't understand. Tidy up downstairs. I'll have two reporters come over later." Karen did not know how to answer, so she simply did not.
In the bedroom, Silas watched as the man approached and asked with difficulty, "Are you here to kill me?"
His voice was very weak due to the pain.
Silas widened his eyes, trying to figure out the situation.
Was this man doing makeup in front of the mirror?
Still, why would he do makeup here?
Half an hour later, Silas looked at the man and trembled uncontrollably.
This man had transformed into Silas himself.
Was makeup artistry really this magical?
Silas could not comprehend it. His body trembled involuntarily.
It was too scary!
Someone with such skills was too scary!
"How is it? Do I look like you?" the man suddenly asked.
Silas' eyes widened even further. The man's voice and tone were exactly like his own!
He was dumbfounded for a moment.
The man's current appearance was beyond his expectations. "Why… did you learn to imitate me?"
"To help that woman outside solve her problem," the man continued to speak in Silas' voice.
"She asked you to imitate me and get rid of me?" Silas bit his lip, struggling to say those words.
Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3137-The man remained silent, yet Silas felt an unprecedented sense of despair.
It had to be the case. With someone ready to replace him at any moment, he was done for.
Karen did not leave him any choice…
The man pushed open the door.
Jeff and Windsor, who were guarding outside, saw another Silas standing there and walking out. They could not help but widen their eyes in astonishment.
"Wasn't he half-dead just now? How can he suddenly walk?"
They did not consider other possibilities. They thought Silas had recovered.
The doctor they summoned had also said that Silas' injuries were severe. He needed at least two months of rest.
It had not been that long. How could the man who just went in make Silas, who was barely alive, stand up?
"No, it's not the same person! Look, their clothes are different!" Windsor noticed that the person in front of them was wearing the exact same clothes as the man who entered earlier.
"What…" Jeff pinched his thigh, doubting if he was dreaming and seeing things wrong.
The pain in his thigh confirmed it. Everything was real.
The man spoke up, "Has the reporters arrived?"
"Madam Mallory just went to pick up the reporters. They should be here soon,"
replied Windsor. The man sounded like Silas too. Windsor could not help but peer into the room with curiosity.
When he saw Silas still lying on the bed, he was certain that the person in front of him was not Silas but someone who looked exactly like him.
He was stunned!
Was this man using disguise techniques?
Were there people in this world who could do that? He had thought it only happened on TV!
"Silas is in shock. After everything is settled, inform the doctor to come over,"
said the man. Silas had seen him transforming and how he gradually looked like Silas himself, which scared him.
Silas kept muttering, asking for mercy.
Karen must have found someone to replace him and kill him.
The man did not bother explaining much. After all, he had been paid for this job, and he only intended to disguise himself once. Hence, there was no way Karen would kill Silas.
At most, Karen would not care about Silas anymore.
"Yes, sir." Windsor walked into the bedroom and glanced at the person on the bed.
Silas was trembling under the covers, his head hidden.
Windsor pulled away the covers.
Silas saw him and trembled even more violently, mumbling, "Don't kill me, please. I won't tell, I won't say anything."
"He's really been scared out of his wits," muttered Windsor as he recalled how puzzled Silas was when he opened the door earlier.
The imitation was so lifelike. He suddenly understood why Silas reacted this way.
"No one's going to kill you. Stay put until everything is over, then you'll be safe."
Then, Windsor picked up a cloth and stuffed it into Silas's mouth.
Karen brought a man who later disguised himself as Silas and also asked to invite a few reporters over. Thinking of this, Windsor immediately pieced it together.
That was why he directly stuffed a cloth into Silas' mouth, preventing him from making any noise later on.
At this moment, Karen also arrived upstairs and was surprised to see a living Silas standing at the door.
However, her reaction was better than her two subordinates. She immediately noticed the clothes he was wearing.
Thus, she instructed her subordinates, "Keep an eye on things here. Make sure nothing goes wrong."
"Yes, Madam." Jeff nodded.
Karen was completely impressed by the person Pierre had brought in. With such exceptional disguise skills, even without Silas, there would not be any issues in the future.
An idea popped into her mind.
Still, it was not the time for such actions. She respectfully said to the man, "The reporters are downstairs."
"Okay. From now on, I'm Silas. Treat me the same way you did during the day,"
said the man as he pointed at the person inside the bedroom.
Silas listened to their conversation from inside. Waves of despair filled him as he listened to every word.
He was going to die…
He was really going to die now.
Karen headed downstairs first. Two reporters from two media outlets came, only because she had given them benefits beforehand. That was why the reporters did not mind working overtime.
When Karen came downstairs again, just as they were about to ask their questions, they caught sight of Silas. Their mouths dropped open in disbelief, and their faces showed their utter astonishment.
The daytime reports had caused quite a stir.
Even these reporters present believed in those reports, thinking that Karen had called them over tonight to issue a clarification statement.
However, that clarification statement definitely would not have much convincing evidence. They even thought Silas would not show up.
However, he was in front of them now…
Not only did he appear, but he also seemed perfectly fine. He did not appear to have been beaten up.
"Mr. Gray?" a reporter tentatively asked.
"Yes, I'm here to clarify something. The reports circulating online during the day are all false. My presence here now serves as the strongest evidence to debunk those claims,” said 'Silas'.
The reporters still refused to believe it and directly asked, "What about the recording in the report?"
"Watching a movie?" The reporters did not believe it. "Why were you sitting in Mallory Estate and enjoying a movie, given that you don't have a good relationship with Madam Mallory?” "It was because I threatened Madam Mallory. I told her that if she didn't provide me with accommodation, I wouldn't help clarify. I admit I was wrong in this matter and have realized my mistake.
At the same time, he did not shy away when he was facing the cameras, allowing them to take photos.
He had confidence in his disguise skills.
As Karen listened to his explanation, she felt slightly dissatisfied. However, it was not the time to speak up now.
Even though she was dissatisfied with his explanation, she could not deny that the matter was resolved.
The reporters asked two more questions, and 'Silas' answered them all.
He took all the blame upon himself while clearing Karen's name.
After the matter was resolved and the reporters left, the man removed his disguise and prepared to leave.
Karen sat in the living room, waiting for him. When she saw him coming downstairs, she asked, "Why didn't you say that the recording released by the reporter was fake?"
"Why do you still want to go against Luke after the last two incidents?" The man looked at her. There was a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Karen was stunned for a moment. She did not want to go against Luke, but she also felt unhappy.
Luke had set up so many traps for her. If it were not for Pierre, this matter would not have been resolved easily.
Now that it was resolved, she could not get back at him, and it left her feeling really frustrated.
Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3138-The reason he gave to the reporters actually had loopholes.
Still, whatever reason one chose, there would always be loopholes. Hence, he opted for this one. This way, he could provide an explanation without offending Luke.
Karen naturally knew there would not be an audio with the same frequency.
After all, that was the sound of Silas being beaten up. How could that possibly be found in a movie?
Therefore, when the man explained it to the reporters, he was actually avoiding offending Luke.
Karen initially thought that since there was someone so similar to Silas, he should teach the reporter of New Youth Daily a lesson. However, this man straightforwardly told her that she did not have the ability to contend with Luke.
She felt humiliated.
The man rose to her feet and said, "The mission is over. As for the person in the bedroom, you'd better get a doctor to check on him. If he dies, you'll be in trouble."
Karen retorted, "Trouble? Well, if he dies, it's just as well. It'll save me some trouble."
The man looked at her.
Karen added, "What else do I need this man for with you helping me now? I truly hope he dies sooner."
After these lessons, she became cautious.
She dared not to say she wanted to kill Silas, but she expressed her hatred toward him.
The man frowned and reminded her, "I helped you because I was paid."
Karen nodded. She knew there was no such thing as a free lunch. Even though Pierre said he was a friend, someone with such skills would not help others for free. There had to be payment involved.
"I know. Whatever amount it is, I'll pay you when I need you in the future. Just come over," said Karen as she displayed her nonchalance about money.
She even thought that after this incident, most of the issues related to Silas would be resolved. Even if the man's price was exorbitant, she would not have to spend much.
"I only take this kind of job once. I won’t accept it no matter how much you offer in the future. So you'd better keep that man safe instead of coming up with ways to ruin him," replied the man. Even though he was working for Abel, he was being paid.
He was not naturally skilled in disguise. He learned it from a master.
His master had told him that their skills were just a means of survival, a way to ensure their own livelihood.
Nevertheless, due to the nature of their profession, they had to remain low-key in their dealings. Moreover, they were always borrowing the faces of others.
When using the disguise technique, they could not hope to inherit the other person's life. They were merely borrowing it and had to ensure the safety of the borrowed person's life.
Therefore, Silas had no connection with him. However, since he had borrowed Silas' identity this time to earn some money, he had to ensure Silas' survival.
That was his obligation.
"Not even for money?" Karen suddenly understood. He was not Pierre’s friend.
It was merely a business deal.
"You'll still need him in the future. You declared at the press conference that you would pursue his legal responsibility today. There'll be further lawsuits and such, so you should know what to do." Then, the man left right away.
Karen watched the man leave from behind. She was dumbfounded for a moment.
The gist of what this man said was for her to leave Silas alone.
"What the hell?! Who does he think he is!" Karen grumbled angrily. She grabbed a cup from the coffee table and hurled it against the wall with a loud crash.
Jeff descended from upstairs and saw her in a rage. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Madam, it's urgent. We need to get a doctor for Silas right away!"
"What's wrong with him now?" Karen rolled her eyes.
"Silas seems to have been badly frightened. He's having convulsions now. It’s unusual. I'm afraid he won't make it through the night if we don’t get a doctor,"
explained Jeff.
"What a nuisance. Let him die," replied Karen. Yet, she still picked up her phone to call the doctor.
The doctor she found for Silas was from the black market. He had average medical skills, but he was top-notch when it came to getting things done for money.
At least he would not tell anyone about Silas’ situation.
After briefing the doctor on the situation, Karen instructed Jeff, "The doctor will arrive shortly. Go upstairs and watch him. Don't let him faint, or we'll have to take him to the hospital."
If they had to take him to the hospital, it would be disastrous. It might expose everything they had planned for today's performance.
"Understood," Jeff replied with a troubled expression.
They could not let Silas faint?
He was not a doctor. He could not possibly be that skilled…
However, it was Karen's order, so he had to comply. He made his way upstairs with a bitter look on his face.
Silas was still trembling. Fortunately, after the black-market doctor arrived and administered a sedative injection, his condition gradually improved.
"He was just frightened. What's the point of scaring him when he's already like this? He's a patient now. He needs rest. If you don't want to take him to the hospital, you need to take good care of him.
"Otherwise, who knows if he'll die from fright?" the doctor said to Jeff and Windsor.
Jeff and Windsor wore pained expressions. They did not want to scare Silas to death, and this matter had nothing to do with them.
Was it not that man who could disguise himself who scared Silas?
However, they did not expect Silas to be so easily frightened. He thought he was going to die just because a man disguised himself to look like him…
Did he really think that they were part of the underworld? Would they really dare to kill anyone like that?
There was no way they could do that!
"Yes, understood," replied Jeff and Windsor. They dared not to mention what had just happened.
Now employed by Karen, the doctor would come daily to treat Silas.
However, he could not stay here permanently. If there were any emergencies and treatment was delayed, it could be fatal.
"Can you just stay here?” Karen disregarded the doctor's suggestion. If Silas was not on the verge of death, she would not have hired this doctor.
"Madam, I have my own clinic… I have plenty of patients to attend to every day."
The doctor shook his head.
Karen did not waste time with him. "Name your price."
"It's not about the money…" explained the doctor. "I have regular clients, including those from the underworld. If I close my clinic for even a short period, I might lose a lot of business later."
"You mentioned that this week is a critical period for Silas, right?" asked Karen.
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Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3139-"Then you should just stay here for a week. Name your price," said Karen.
"But…" The doctor was slightly tempted. A week was not very long, after all.
Plus, he had an assistant at the clinic to help, so there should not be any major problems.
After all, things were relatively peaceful in A City these days. Usually, it was just some people from various organizations getting into fights. At most, they just ended up getting slashed a bit.
These injuries were not troublesome. If there were any life-threatening injuries, they would go to the hospital rather than his black market clinic. Therefore,
being away for a week was really no problem, and he could even make money.
"How much? If you're not willing, I can find someone else," added Karen. There was more than just this one black market clinic in A City.
"5,000 dollars a day," replied the doctor.
Five thousand dollars was a lot for an ordinary person. If they went to the hospital, they would not even spend that much on treatment in a day.
However, he knew that amount of money hardly counted as anything for Karen.
Thus, he added, "That's just my personal fee. As for medications and such, they'll still be charged according to my clinic's rates."
Karen could not be bothered to haggle with him. Even though she was very unhappy about what happened tonight, no matter how dissatisfied she was, it was all over.
No one would keep harping on this matter. Hence, she handed over the money readily, writing a check for the doctor.
"Here's 35 grand. We'll settle the medication expenses after the week. You'll stay here from today onward, and you can choose any bedroom you like. Your main job is to look after him. Whatever you need, my subordinates will get it for you.
"There are two men here whom you can boss around, but no matter what, someone must always stay here to keep an eye on him. Any issues with that?"
asked Karen.
The doctor's eyes lit up as he looked at the check for 35 grand.
Most of the time, business at his clinic was just average. After all those expenses, he could not even earn 35 grand in a month.
Now he could earn 35 grand in a week. He suddenly felt like he had priced himself too low.
Judging from Karen's personality and the condition of the man upstairs, he could have charged ten grand a day.
However, the words were already out of his mouth, and he could not take them back. Therefore, he nodded repeatedly and answered, "Alright, no problem."
As Karen saw the eager look on the doctor's face when he saw the check, she could not help but feel annoyed. It reminded her of the man who refused to take money earlier.
If only that man had agreed…
Karen left the Mallory Estate, planning to head home to get some rest. At the same time, she pondered in her mind, determined to ask Pierre the next day who that man was.
How did he come across someone with such skills?
The following day, Luca opened her eyes and glanced beside her.
Luke was already awake.
She was slightly taken aback. Normally, he would work in the opposite bedroom after waking up. Today, he was leaning against the headboard, looking at something.
Still, when they went to bed yesterday, Luke did not bring his laptop in here.
Luca raised her head slightly and met his eyes.
"Did I wake you up?" Luke's hand gently caressed Luca's cheek.
"No, I was already awake. What are you looking at?" Luca noticed Luke was holding his phone, looking at something.
"It's still early. You can sleep a little longer. I'll tell you when it's time to get up,"
replied Luke. Normally at this time, Luca would still be asleep while he would have already gone to work in the adjacent room.
Today, however, he had not gotten up to go to the next room to work because he just saw a news report.
"What time is it now?" Luca asked with her eyes slightly closed.
"It's 6:15 am." Luke glanced at his phone. His hand never stopped its gentle caress on her face.
"Ah, it's still early, but I can't sleep anymore. I'll just get up," said Luca as she sat up. She did not get out of bed and just leaned against Luke's shoulder. "What are you looking at?"
"A joke," replied Luke as he handed her the phone.
Luca took it from him and quickly browsed through the current webpage. Then, she looked at the photo and frowned "Is this Silas? Didn't they say Karen beat him up? Why does he look so fine… This can't be him, right?"
She really thought it was Silas at first glance.
However, when she took a closer look, she noticed something was off.
That was not Silas Gray.
"No, it's not him. Silas is currently lying in bed half-dead. There's no way he was the one taking the interviews," replied Luke. He was surprised when he saw this news report.
He was not surprised to see another Silas showing up. He was surprised that Karen actually knew someone like this.
"The disguise is really convincing. He looks exactly like Silas. I've dealt with him before, so I can tell it's not him at a glance. There are still some traces of disguise, but ordinary people definitely wouldn't notice that," said Luca.
Then, she also revealed the unexpected details to Luke.
"But, how does Madam Mallory know someone like him?” "Maybe it's not her contact but Pierre's.” Luke thought of this possibility.
Luca was startled for a moment. Indeed, Pierre…
"Let's just let this matter pass. Luke, we need to focus on dealing with the Island of Despair now. We shouldn't get involved in the Mallory family's affairs," said Luca.
She felt that Luke had already vented her anger for her, so there was no need to continue holding onto this matter.
The people they needed to deal with were not from the Mallory family. Whether it was Pierre or Karen, they did not pose a threat to them.
Their biggest enemy was the Island of Despair and Abel…
Luke nodded. Since Karen had resolved this matter, he did not intend to continue holding onto it.
Even if he could, there was no point in doing so. However, he still had his concerns.
"Pierre worked together with Abel before, so I think Abel had something to do with this," analyzed Luke.
Luca knew more about Abel, so she should have a clearer understanding of some things.
"So, you're saying Abel hooked Pierre up with this guy?" Luca understood what he meant.
"Perhaps." Luke looked at her and asked, "Do you remember anything?"
"I don't know. There are many talents around Abel, and I might not know every member of the Island of Despair. I might not recognize this person, and besides, I don't think he necessarily belongs to the Island of Despair…" Luca shared her thoughts.
"With that kind of skill, they're well-respected anywhere. They're not necessarily serving the Island of Despair. So even if they're Abel's crew, they could be recruits he picked up, but they might not necessarily know about the Island of Despair.
"If you want to get to the bottom of this, you'll have to get Gale and the others to investigate," Luca analyzed with him.
"Abel has been up to a lot lately, and we're unaware of his activities. I suspect he's about to take action…"
Luca recalled the series of events in X City.
Jacob and Gerald were all off-the-books members of the Island of Despair.
Twins In Her Womb: Sir President Please Be Gentle Chapter 3140-There was no such thing as off-the-book members of the Island of Despair before this.
That was why Luca did not know about them either. During the time she was away from the Island of Despair, she wondered how much Abel had actually done.
However, the more he did, the more it showed he was becoming restless…
At the very least, it proved he had intentions.
However, Luca was not sure about whether this matter had anything to do with Luke. She just felt very passive now, not knowing what Abel was up to or whether it had anything to do with Luke.
Therefore, they could only passively observe what he was doing and then analyze his actions.
"Don't think too much. If he really takes action, we'll know." Luke knew what she was worried about.
Worrying now was useless. After all, Abel was in the shadows while they were in the light.
"If you're free today, could you accompany me to visit Marcos' mother?" asked Luke. He was entrusted by Marcos to check on Sarah's recent condition.
Even though Marcos was still in A City, he could not meet Sarah often to avoid any risks of her being discovered by the Russians.
Thus, even though he longed to see her, he could not.
"Sure, let's go after work this afternoon. Is Mr. Marcos still in A City?" asked Luca. She had not heard Luke mention Marcos leaving, so she assumed he was still in A City.
"Yeah, he's still here. He has to wait until Matysh's matter is over before he can return to Russia," Luke said.
Even though Marcos did not care much, Matysh’s issue still required his attention. Handling it in a different country was quite troublesome for him.
However, his Russian family refused to listen to his explanations. They wanted him to stay here and resolve Matysh’s issue. Yet, Matysh refused to trust him, so it had to be Ethan who handled the matter.
Marcos was quite content to sit back and watch the show.
"It'll be over soon. But I've always been curious. Ms. Poplar is just Marcos' mother. She’s just a woman. Why can't the Russians tolerate her? Is it just because of bloodline?" Luca always found this reason absurd.
It was because the family thought Sarah's bloodline was not worthy of their lineage and felt ashamed of it…
Still, it did not make sense.
If they considered Sarah's bloodline shameful, why did they entrust Marcos to manage Matysh?
Moreover, Sarah had not taken anything from the Abaza family. There was absolutely no need to keep tracing the whereabouts of a woman.
"Their family matters are quite complicated." Luke only said this much. "I'll pick you up when you get off work, then we'll visit her and have dinner together."
He did not forget that he still had to attend the dinner hosted by Percy and Nina tonight.
"Okay." Luca nodded, suddenly realizing that Luke knew some things about Marcos' family. She looked up at his chin, stroked the stubble that had emerged, and asked, "You should know some things, right?"
"Hmm?" Luke pretended to be confused.
"Marcos' family must have more than just bloodline issues if they're going to such great lengths to hunt down Ms. Poplar. You must know something about it,"
said Luca.
Luke chuckled. Luca was smart. She could immediately catch on to the inconsistency in his words.
"Indeed, but Ms. Poplar is truly pitiful. Even after acknowledging Mr. Marcos, she still has to hide.” Luca let out a sigh, then looked at Luke. "Let's get up. It’s not early anymore."
"Okay." Luke nodded. He was supposed to get up to deal with work anyway, but he got delayed by reading Karen's report.
The editor-in-chief of New Youth Daily was quite responsible. Within ten minutes of the report being released, they had a response ready and shared the report link with him.
However, they did not call him to avoid disturbing him. Luke sent a message to the editor-in-chief of New Youth Daily, indicating there was no need to worry.
Then, he got up to freshen up.
Karen woke up and realized it was already past six in the morning. She yawned, but sleep was far from her mind.
By now, the report from last night should have been on the internet.
Karen opened the webpage and took a glance. As expected, the reporters did their job quickly. They had already reported on the matter.
She skimmed through it. The content was fine.
Basically, whatever she said was how the reporters reported it.
There was no exaggeration or weird speculations like before.
Karen felt relieved seeing the report.
She initially thought her clarification was the wrong move, but unexpectedly, Percy helped her resolve the matter.
Furthermore, things turned out pretty well in the end.
Karen heaved a sigh. She felt Percy had finally matured.
Back then, he only knew how to cause trouble and relied on family to solve problems. This time, he helped her to resolve the situation when she could not handle it herself…
Karen thought her youngest son had grown up and learned to handle such matters.
She felt content at the thought of this.
She scrolled down and looked at the comments.
Most of the commenters were incredulous that Silas was fine!
Some questioned the date of the interview, but soon, someone posted the video again. The timestamp showed it was 11:00 pm last night.
At the same time, some asked Silas himself to clarify what movie it was.
However, such comments did not gain much attention in the comment section.
After all, Silas himself had stood in front of the reporters. Did they really need to know which movie he was watching?
It was also because of his claim that nobody lashed out at the reporter from New Daily Youth, which irritated Karen.
However, irritated as she was, she had no intention of offending Luke now.
She still needed Luca's help…
At the thought of this, Karen could not help but let out a sigh. If she had known there would be such a day, she would not have retaliated against Luke and Luca no matter how angry she was…
Now that she had offended Luca, asking her to help with Percy's dry needling treatment would surely be impossible.
Still, even if Luca refused, Karen still had to make her agree to help.
While Karen pondered how to do this, she received a message.
[Madam, tonight at 7:00 pm, Mr. Percy and Nina will be hosting a dinner at Blue Coast Restaurant. Luke and Luca will also attend.] Karen narrowed her eyes as she stared at the message. When she thought about how to approach Luca and tell her about this, the opportunity presented itself.
It was a trap set by Percy…
Did Percy know she wanted to find Luca's help, so he deliberately set up a trap to provide her with an opportunity?
However, she immediately dismissed this possibility after she saw Nina’s name.
Percy did not arrange this for her convenience to look for Luca.
Instead, it was because Luke and Luca had taken Nina in. The couple wanted to express their gratitude, which was why they arranged for this dinner.
“All the attention is on that woman now. Does he even see me as his mother anymore?" Karen looked at the message and expressed her dissatisfaction.