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

The moment Marcos answered the call, a deafening sound came from the other side of the line. Even though

Marcos did not turn on the speaker, he and Andy could hear it loud and clear in the suite.

“Why was your phone turned off? Can you assure me that leaving M Group for you to manage is a wise choice?"

Matysh's voice was penetrating and ear-piercing. Marcos could even hear Matysh's rage.

As Marcos listened to him roaring with rage, it reminded him of all those dirty things that Matysh had done. His

hands were trembling uncontrollably. He responded as usual and took his time to explain, "I'm sorry. My phone ran

out of battery just now."

"Fine. Your phone ran out of battery. Did Andy's phone run out of battery too?" Matysh brought up the main point.

He thought they knew that he was coming today. That was why they turned off their phones and refused to receive

him.

"Andy's phone was low on battery too," replied Marcos as he shot Andy a glance.

"How could there be such a coincidence? The two of you did it on purpose, right?" Matysh asked doubtfully. Marcos

was running such a big company. It was fine if he did not notice that his phone was low on battery, but it was

impossible that his assistant's phone would run out of battery.

"Uncle, what do you mean we did it on purpose?" Marcos asked.

What Marcos said caught Matysh off guard. What did they intentionally do?

Did they deliberately miss his calls and not pick him up at the airport? Perhaps not. Otherwise, they would not have

chosen to answer his calls at this time.

Hence, the best explanation would be that their phones had run out of battery. It was a coincidence that both their

phones were low on battery.

Matysh was no longer fussing about it. He said to Marcos in a bossy manner, "I'm at A City's airport now. Where are

you?"

"You're at the airport?" Marcos deliberately replied in a surprised tone, "When did you come to A City?"

"You have no idea about it?" Matysh frowned. "How can you not know about it? You deliberately don't want to

receive me, right? Did our family provide you with so much quality education to mold you into a proud and arrogant

person?"

"Did you inform me or Andy that you were coming?" Marcos questioned him back.

Matysh kicked the railing beside him impatiently. He did not inform them, but he subconsciously thought that they

knew that he was coming.

There was a competitive relationship between him and Marcos. Hence, how could Marcos not know that he was

coming to A City?

Marcos did not give him the chance to sort out his thoughts and said directly, “Uncle, I would've sent someone to

pick you up at the airport if you had informed me in advance. But now... It's quite a distance from here to the

airport. Why don't you hail a ride outside the airport and I'll book a suite for you in Traders Hotel."

"Are you asking me to head to the hotel myself? Marcos, I'm your uncle. You have to arrange transport to pick me

up at the airport now no matter what. And you can't just pick any low-class vehicles. It must be something on the

same level as a Mercedes!" Matysh sneered. He would rather wait there than lose his face and seniority in the

family.

Marcos listened to his unreasonable requests and said without an expression on his face, "Then please wait for a

while. Let me arrange transport for you."

He hung up Matysh's call after that.

Andy was beside him. He frowned and asked, "Boss, are you really going to arrange transport for him?"

"We still have to follow formalities," replied Marcos. It was difficult to look for a car to pick Matysh up now. He had

no choice but to trouble Lliam.

After Marcos informed Lliam about it, Lliam took a good look at Matysh's photo and drove off to the airport.

After all, Luke had told him that he would be Marcos' chauffeur for these few days. Hence, Lliam followed Marcos'

instructions without a second thought.

Lliam found Matysh at the entrance after he arrived at the airport.

Matysh asked with dissatisfaction, "Where's Marcos?"

Lliam could not understand Russian, so he asked in English, "I'm sorry, sir. I can't understand Russian. You were

saying?"

Matysh asked in English impatiently, "Where's Marcos?"

"Mr. Marcos is waiting for you at the hotel now. Please get into the car and let me send you to the hotel," Lliam

answered with patience. He had been receiving and escorting guests of T Corporation numerous times.

However, he had never met someone like this before. He thought this man in front of him was haughty and

annoying.

"Hmph," Matysh's face was gloomy as he scowled with dissatisfaction. Marcos had arranged for a chauffeur who did

not know how to speak Russian to serve him.

Although Matysh was fluent in English, he always had a weird accent whenever he spoke English. There was nothing

he could do to fix it.

The doctor told him that it was because of his pronunciation and there was nothing he could do about it.

However, the good thing was that others would be able to understand what he was saying. Still, they would laugh at

him when they heard his accent.

That was why Matysh would never speak English unless it was necessary.

Marcos knew about that, so how dare he send a chauffeur who could only speak English and not understand

Russian? Was Marcos not laughing at his misfortune that his English pronunciation was bad?

After Matysh got into the car, he opened the fridge and took a bottle of red wine out. He drank it himself.

Lliam was sitting in the driver's seat and drove the car. He sent a message to Luke: [Boss, Mr. Marcos asked me to

pick up Mr. Matysh at the airport. He should be staying at Traders Hotel.]

Luke replied: [Okay.]

Luke was not surprised to hear that. Gale was still following behind Lliam's car. He reported to Luke after he saw

Lliam pick Matysh up.

Therefore, everything was under his control.

It happened to be rush hour in A City now. Matysh sat in the car and cursed impatiently, "Everyone claims that A

City is a metropolis. Is this all they have! Just how bad is the traffic congestion? Can't you take a detour?"

“Mr. Matysh, every road is facing traffic congestion at this hour. Please be patient,” Lliam sat on the driver's seat

and said helplessly.

The journey from the airport to the city was supposed to be smooth, but there was traffic congestion because of

the snow and the huge vehicle flow. That was why there was a heavy traffic jam.

There was nothing he could do either.

"This place is not even half of the suburbs of Russia," said Matysh with contempt.

Lliam remained silent. His professionalism did not allow him to speak too much.

It took them more than an hour to arrive at Traders Hotel.

Matysh got out of the car and saw that Andy had come to receive him instead of Marcos. He frowned unhappily and

asked, "Where's Marcos?"

"Hello, Mr. Matysh. Boss is booking the suite for you," replied Andy as he took Matysh's luggage from Lliam and

invited him to enter the hotel.

"He's helping me to book the suite? I guess he's not showing any respect for his uncle, huh? He's only been in A City

for a few days and he's already influenced by the culture here. He's showing no respect to the elders. I must teach

him a lesson." Matysh stomped off into the hotel.

Andy frowned when he heard Matysh's criticism.

It upset him when he heard someone else criticizing the person he looked up to...

He was enraged.

However, he was not allowed to show his emotions.