Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Luke reminded him, "This is the latest version of infrared alarms. It detects the body temperature of intruders. The intruder will be verified as a human before it'll trigger the alarm and alert the authorities."

Stan's expression changed when he heard Luke mention calling the police. He said, "Sir, it might just be a false alarm. Let me check on it. It's late at night. If it's a false alarm, it won't only disturb the police but also cause unnecessary trouble."

Luke grabbed Stan's collar.

Stan was not tall, and Luke just needed to slightly lift his hand to grab the collar of Stan's pajamas.

"I've already called the police," said Luke.

The look on Stan's face changed. He looked down at his phone, trying to figure out how to discreetly notify the people outside.

Luke's next words, however, made him panic a bit. "Give me your phone."

"Mr. Crawford?" Stan let out a cold shiver and looked at him in astonishment.

"I'd like to check your phone's alarm system," replied Luke. At that moment, Stan had not turned off the alarm yet. The phone was still emitting a loud beeping sound.

Stan's hand trembled slightly as he handed the phone to Luke.

Luke picked up his phone and turned off the alarm.

The beeping sound instantly disappeared, but the noises outside the yard continued.

Luke asked, "Stan, do you know how to fight?"

Stan was puzzled. Why was Luke asking him something like this?

He shook his head and answered, "I don't, Mr. Crawford. When I was hired as the butler, it was never mentioned that I needed to know these things..."

"Seriously? You don't?" Luke's eyes narrowed. "There might be thieves out there now. If you don't know how to defend yourself, how will you deal with them?"

Stan shivered again. "Deal with them? I don't know... Haven't we already called the police? The police near the attraction area are just nearby. They should be coming soon."

"Yes, the police are on their way," sneered Luke as he pushed Stan into the butler's quarters.

Stan did not understand what he meant. "Mr. Crawford?

"You don't know how to fight. If those thieves come in and hurt you, it won't be good. Stay in here," instructed Luke before closing the door.

He did not care whether Stan understood or not. Luke only needed to keep Stan locked inside to reduce the number of people he had to deal with.

Luke planned to block the door of the quarters with something. Before he could find anything, Stan opened the door again and said, "Mr. Crawford, I can't let you risk it alone."

A shadow of gloom flashed across Luke's eyes. If Stan could obediently stay in the room, he would not have said anything. He did not need someone who would cause trouble now.

However, since Stan insisted on coming out and standing with him...

Luke's eyes turned cold. When Stan stepped out of the quarters' door once again, Luke immediately struck him with a chop to the neck.

Stan felt a sharp pain in his neck, and everything went black before him.

Luke quickly helped him up and then let him sit down while leaning against the wall.

Stan was knocked out cold now. He would not be waking up anytime soon.

Luke casually made his way to the door. He took out a set of keys to unlock the main door of the old mansion.

Gale and the others were outside.

Meanwhile, in the garden, the intruders were startled by the blaring alarm.

"Damn it, isn't the alarm supposed to be off? What's going on now?" cursed one of the men with Caucasian facial features. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

"I have no idea. Forget it. Let's just finish the task the boss gave us or we'll be in trouble," said another Caucasian-faced man, who was none other than Jacob. He was the one who consulted with Luca earlier that day.

"Let's head to the parking lot." Harold Lint, the other man, thought Stan should be able to handle it. Hence, the two hurried toward the mansion's parking lot.

When they arrived at the parking lot, they found two cars parked there.

There was an expensive car and a cheap one.

Jacob said to his companion, "That expensive one must be the one they drove today. Search the car and check if there are any medicinal herbs inside."

"Got it," replied the other man. He picked up a crowbar and skillfully tried to open the car's trunk.

However, the car was of excellent quality. It took him quite a while before he managed to open it.

“Can you handle it or not?” Jacob kept an eye on their surroundings vigilantly.

The alarm continued to blare, but no one came out. Were they all dead asleep? He could not help but wonder.

If they had not been drugged, they would not be sleeping so soundly...

"If I can't do it, can you?" Harold could not help but mutter while exerting force in his hand. With a click, the trunk finally popped open.

"Man, this car is built like a tank. I worked my butt off for this," complained Harold.

Jacob flicked on the flashlight and peered into the trunk, but there was nothing there.

Nothing here... Boss must have misunderstood..." Harold wondered.

"Boss wouldn't have misunderstood. Luca doesn't look like an honest person. She must have hidden the herbs somewhere else. Go ahead and pry open the car doors," instructed Jacob.

"Why am I the one doing everything?" Harold could not help but mutter.

"You're the expert at this, aren't you? Before you joined us, this was how you made a living." Jacob rolled his eyes. The alarm had been blaring for so long without anyone coming out, so he felt at ease.

He guessed Stan did not trust them and drugged everyone inside the house, knocking them out. That explained why nobody had shown up.

Jacob became more reckless at the thought of everyone inside the house being unconscious.

Harold rolled his eyes too. He then forcefully struck the car window several times with the crowbar. This time, cracks appeared on the sturdy glass.

Jacob could not help but frown. "You're just wasting resources."

"This is the simplest way. It's not even your car, so why are you so worried?" Harold rolled his eyes. There was another forceful blow, followed by a loud crash. The car window shattered.

Harold opened the car door and shot Jacob a provocative look. "Were you thinking of ways to unlock the car doors? These cars are equipped with the latest lock technology. The traditional way of unlocking won't work easily."

Jacob ignored him and got into the car.

Apart from glass shards, he did not see anything else inside. "Damn, why is it so clean?"

He pushed open the other door and said, "Check everything. Boss couldn't have been wrong."

When Harold heard this, he also got into the car and checked. He indeed found nothing. They checked thoroughly but there was still nothing.

"There's really nothing," said Harold.

"Damn it. Did they hide the herbs?" Jacob suspiciously looked toward the dark house in the distance.

However, he instantly remembered what Stan had told him.

Stan mentioned that since Luke and the others returned, no one had come out. Moreover, there were only three people in the old mansion. Hence, it was clear that nobody had touched anything in the cars.

There really was nothing here, and it was their boss who had made a miscalculation.

"There's nothing here. Why don't we go back?" suggested Harold, who was slightly at a loss for words. They were hoping that there might be something worthwhile, but it turned out there was nothing to be found.