Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 3189 It’s Not Two, It’s Three

As Rain thought about it, she walked into the bedroom. She closed the door and joined the men’s conversation.

The three kids went upstairs to rest.

Aunt Nelle and Luca stayed downstairs to clean up. They divided the tasks and worked quickly.

Suddenly, Aunt Nelle asked. “Ms. Craw, what are they busy with? I heard it’s something important. Is it related to T Corporation?”

“I don’t know either.” Luca shook her head. After glancing at Aunt Nelle, she looked away.

“Mr. Crawford usually doesn’t discuss work at home. This is rare,” Aunt Nelle explained her curiosity as it was unusual for Luke to work at home.

They had been talking all morning, and their discussion continued into the afternoon, which surprised Aunt Nelle.

Luca did not offer any further explanation. She washed her hands. Thinking that the people upstairs had already finished their coffee by now, she decided to make another pot.

“Aunt Nelle, I’ll leave these for you to wash. I’ll make them some more coffee,” said Luca.

“Okay. Ms. Craw” Aunt Nelle look over the dishwashing.

After Luca quickly made a pot of coffee, she noticed that Aunt Nelle was nearly done with the dishes. She said, “Aunt Nelle, take a nap later. Even though they’re busy, there’s nothing for you to do right now.”

She knew Aunt Nelle had a habit of taking a nap in the afternoon, but with guests in the house, Aunt Nelle might skip it unless she mentioned it.

Luca understood that people accustomed to naps would feel sluggish all afternoon if they missed it, so she reminded her.

Aunt Nelle smiled and nodded. “Okay, Ms. Craw.”

Luca carried the coffee upstairs.

After Aunt Nelle cleaned up the dining table, she glanced upstairs. She did not say or do anything. She just went back to the maid’s room to rest.

After delivering the coffee, Luca went back to the master bedroom.

She planned to rest for a while before heading back to the study to study the medicinal herbs.

As for dinner, she had already marinated the meat yesterday, so it would be ready to cook later.

Luca lay down on the bed, thinking about her plans for the afternoon. She soon drifted off to sleep.

At X City, in House of Crescent Sword .

Amur entered the brownstone and walked to the second floor. He saw a group of people on the first floor.

His sudden entrance startled the people inside, who grabbed whatever tools they could find.

When they noticed that it was Amur, they let their guard down. One of them complained, “I know you’re the boss’ favorite, but can’t you knock?”

Amur could not be bothered to argue with him. He asked, “Is Gerald here?”

Before he came here, he learned that Gerald had been badly injured by people from the Island of Despair a few days ago. However, Shanks had treated him, so he should still be in the X City base.

“He’s on the second floor.” The man pointed upstairs.

Amur carried his bag up to the second floor.

The man saw how arrogant Amur was, spat disdainfully, and said to his companion, “Look at him. He’s acting like we owe him a fortune. Ugh, so what if he’s got some skills? Does he have to act so cocky?”

“Yeah, he’s so full of himself. He’s bound to get beaten up one day,” added another man. Amur had not even bothered to knock before barging in, and it startled them.

They were not worried about someone causing trouble, but the fear of the police showing up was real.

This was X City, not their home base on the Island of Despair.

If the police arrived, they would have no choice but to flee. They would have to abandon the base and all the supplies.

“Have you heard?” one of the men suddenly spoke up amidst their complaints about Amur.

“About what?” The others looked at him curiously.

The man began, “This guy is no ordinary person. He used to be a prisoner and was locked up in one of those iron cages. He couldn’t be beaten down no matter how hard they tried. Somehow, he held on and never seemed to die.

“Then, a woman came along and rescued him. He got a chance at some serious training after that. Now, there aren’t many folks on the Island of Despair who can take him in a fight. So, if we try to jump him, what do you reckon our chances of winning would be?”

“Is he really that tough?” exclaimed another man. “But no matter how

tough he is, one fist can’t match multiple hands. I bet if we ganged up on him, he wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

“Yeah, exactly!” others agreed enthusiastically.

“Should we give it a try? If we don’t put him in his place, he’ll keep looking down on US,” one of them suggested eagerly-

“Good idea!”

Several of them nodded in agreement.

“Wait, isn’t he here on a mission?” the man who knew about Amur’s past suddenly interjected.

“So what?”

The others looked at him, puzzled.

He rolled his eyes and explained, “If he hadn’t come here on a mission, then us taking a swing at him, as unsavory as it sounds, could pass off as a bit of sparring. But if he’s got a mission to handle and we end up leaving him crippled or seriously injured, what does that make US? If he fails his mission, do you think we’ll be able to benefit from it in any way?”

Their boss only cared about results. A failed mission was a failed mission.

However, if Amur blamed them for his failure, they would be in big trouble.

“Offending him is nothing. Offending the boss is terrifying,” reminded, the man.

His words silenced the group. Their enthusiasm for beating up Amur quickly faded. They continued to smoke, dropping the topic of Amur entirely. The content is on Read the latest chapter there!

The man did not say anything more seeing they had given up on the idea.

Amur was not someone to mess with...

Unaware of the thoughts downstairs, Amur headed straight up.

Two men were standing there.

“Where’s Gerald?” asked Amur.

One of the men, Phil, pointed at a room. “In there. What do you need him for?”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Boss says it’s time for him to start the mission, and I’m here to assist him,” replied Amur.

“Your help is required to kill two nobodies?” Phil knew Amur’s reputation.

He was one of the top assassins from the Island of Despair.

“It’s not two, it’s three,” corrected Amur, pointing at the room. “If he fails, he’ll be the third,” Amur said in English.

The door to that room was left open, and he did not bother to lower his voice. He was not the least bit worried about Gerald overhearing.

Gerald, who lacked proper training, might hesitate to kill two people. Nevertheless, knowing his failure would mean his own death might spur him into action. The content is on Read the latest chapter there!

“He’s definitely not going to survive,” muttered Phil as he followed Amur into the room. “How’s he going to complete the mission in such a state?” The content is on Read the latest chapter there!

Amur looked at Gerald, who was sitting on the bed. After Shanks treated him, he was able to sit up, but his body was still covered in bruises.

Amur frowned. Gerald was practically a sitting duck in this condition.