Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 97 The Morbidly Sexy Mr. Luke

After making the arrangement, Jean returned to the office.

He was in no mood to work. He lifted his head from time to time to look at Bianca.

When it was time for lunch, Jean grabbed Bianca's hand on their way to the staff cafeteria. There was a pleading look in his eyes. "Let's talk. I just need five minutes of your time."

"There’s nothing else to say between us."

When a relationship ended, there were some men who were simply capable of turning themselves into the worst enemies with no chance of ever becoming friends again.

"Don't drive me into a corner..." Jean's pleading eyes instantly turned fierce.

Bianca ignored him, pulled out her hand, and walked toward the cafeteria.

Sue was the last to leave the office. Whilst checking her email on her phone, she went to the staff cafeteria and headed straight for Bianca.

"If we can complete this project and create a sensation, then our worth will be doubled."

"Doubled? Even for someone like me?" Bianca considered herself a rookie. Undoubtedly, she was shooting for the stars, but so was everyone else who joined the design industry.

Unfortunately, only very few succeeded.

After taking her meal, Sue came over. "Including you, of course. The company's very fair. As long as you're capable, then you'll be rewarded accordingly in the end."

Bianca raised her head and stared at the solemn-looking Sue.

For Bianca today, the word 'reward' was an infinite temptation.

The treatment for Dad’s lung cancer required an innumerable amount of money no matter which hospital he was treated in.

Money did not grow on trees, so she could only depend on herself to earn it.

This was the reason why she chose not to resign and leave T Corporation. She needed money.

If she applied for a job somewhere else, it was hard to say if she could make it through the application. Even if she could, she needed to pass a probationary period as well. Dad's life was wasting away with every passing minute and second. She could not afford to delay even a single day. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

"How's your dad doing?" Sue gave Bianca the drumstick from her own plate.

Bianca did not want it.

"Eat. Look how thin you are. I'm on a diet." Sue insisted on giving it to Bianca.

In fact, Sue had bought the drumstick for Bianca.

"You haven't told me how your dad's doing." Sue continued to ask.

Bianca had indeed been losing weight in the past two days. In just two days, she looked completely different as all kinds of pressure weighed down on her.

After telling Sue a brief summary of her father's condition, Bianca began thinking while eating. Dad told her that all his savings were in Jennifer's bank card and asked her to get it.

However, she figured that Jennifer would not hand it over.

Bianca took a deep breath and pulled herself together. She still had to give it a try no matter what!

This was a critical period for Dad to gather money to treat his illness. She could not let go even if there was only a one percent chance.

Jean sat by the window at the other end of the staff cafeteria, away from the surveillance camera. He took out his mobile phone and booked a king bedroom nearby. He was about to send the address to the cuckold group.

He was about to send it when he hesitated.

What if the people he knew on the internet were swindlers? It might not be safe to do that kind of thing in the hotel as it would not be worth it if someone caught him and blackmailed him instead.

After thinking for a while, Jean asked for netizen A's lolita wife's mobile phone number in the group. Then, he sent a housing estate address and agreed on a time.

Admittedly, Jean was very excited as this was his first time doing something like that.

When it was time to get off work, he was the first to leave the design department. He hailed a cab to the house Anna bought for him and Marie for their wedding. The house had not been renovated yet. They were currently scouting for a renovation team.

Marie had the keys and so did he.

Upon arriving at the house, Jean waited patiently for his phone to ring.

Before he could finish his first cigarette, the other party called. The lolita's voice sounded very pleasing to the ears. "I'm at the community gate. Let me in..."

After informing the security guards about it, the lolita wife was granted entry.

Five minutes later, the two met each other in the house.

"I like places like this. It's very exciting..." Lori's gaze swept around the room. It was clear that she had an unusual preference.

Jean might be inexperienced, but he had a thrill-seeking heart.

Soon, the gentle and affectionate sound of a man and woman intertwining ambiguously reverberated throughout the empty house.

"Do you like me... Oh... Ah..."

"Are other people's wives... More... Mm... Experienced..." The lolita wife was lying on Jean's body, her alluring eyes as soft as silk. ' Much better than those... Who are... Inexperienced... Ah... I can't, please slow down..."

Jean was becoming wilder and wilder. This feeling was nothing he had ever experienced, not even in someone who was already as open as Marie

"Gentle... Ah..."

On the other side, Bianca contacted Jennifer by phone.

Jennifer was beaten up by someone when she was in Luojiazhen a few days ago. Bianca did not know if she was currently in the police station or in the hospital.

It was not practical for them to meet up and talk. Jennifer would not agree to it.

The call going through was already considered progress.

When Bianca had briefly explained the situation, Jennifer snapped. "Why isn't Kevin dead yet! He's nothing but a jerk. I can't believe I was in love with him! I don't have any money. I don't have a single

cent with me. All my savings have been used for his treatment!"

"My dad said that he just gave you 100,000 bucks in May. That was a payment from the boss who used to work on the construction site. I don't expect you to take it all out, but can you at least help at this critical

moment when my dad's life is at stake? I will return it to you in the future," Bianca suppressed her anger and said, giving in.

Jennifer snorted and sneered. "The money he gave me is now mine! If your dad's life is at stake, why aren’t you borrowing money from your friends or relatives? Why come to me instead? Listen, I don't have any money! You will only delay your dad’s treatment if you continue to ask me for money. You'd better not blame me if your dad dies because you delayed his treatment."

Bianca stood weakly outside the subway station. "You and my dad were once a married couple. He worked so hard to provide for you and your daughter..."

"Beep... Beep..."

The sound of a busy signal was heard on the other end.

Jennifer had hung up impatiently.

Holding her phone, Bianca wanted to cry, but there were no tears left to cry. Her tears seemed to have been drained out.

She looked at this flourishing city with bone-dry eyes as pedestrians hurried past her. Most of them were wearing a smile on their faces. She once thought that she could live a similar life, just like them.

Once again, she was back in a living hell.

At this very moment when her loved one was seriously ill, her economic problems had reduced her to be as inferior as an ant.

Money could not be earned in a day. She knew this very well, but a serious illness waited for no one.

Her phone rang again.

Bianca had never saved this number before, though it looked familiar to her.

"Hello, this is Bianca," she answered, fearing that it was a call from a client.

"Aunt Bea, I... I..." Blanche was in the old mansion holding his uncle's cell phone. Under the threatening gazes of two grandfathers, he stuttered and lied, "I saw your grandfather... Vomiting blood."

"What?!” Bianca ignored the gazes of those on the street. Her face paled instantly in fright.

The little kid who had just lied pouted angrily and glared at both grandfathers who looked perfectly fine. He punched the button to end the call...

Luke was wearing a black robe, the two straps tied loosely around his waist. He looked morbidly sexy. He got up to go to the bathroom, not knowing what both grandfathers and his son had in store for him.

On the street, there was not enough time for Bianca to wait for a subway.

Her hands were shaking in panic as she hurriedly hailed a cab. After getting in, she mentioned Crawford Manor's address.