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

Gale waved his hand to Luke and said, "Boss, I'll go to the police station first." "Okay." Luke nodded.

Ever since Gale started working for Luke, he often dealt with the police. He knew what to say and what not to say, so Luke was not worried that Gale would say the wrong thing.

After everything was resolved, Luke closed the door.

Then, he returned to the main house. He thought about Stan, whom he had knocked unconscious. He also thought about Luca, who was waiting for his news upstairs.

Luke slowly made his way up the stairs, pushed open the door of the master bedroom, and said, "I'm back." "Is it settled?" Luca was sitting on the couch at the moment. When she saw Luke, she shot up from her seat in the blink of an eye.

"Yes, but there's still a problem downstairs." Luke pointed downward.

"Stan?" Even though Luke did not specify, Luca guessed that the trouble he mentioned was Stan.

"Yes, I've knocked him unconscious. | need to interrogate him next, and | may need your help,” replied Luke. He knew that Luca had various methods to wake up Stan right away.

"Okay." Luca quickly walked to the luggage and took out a packet of needles from a hidden compartment. Then, she headed downstairs with Luke.

The two of them arrived downstairs and walked down the hallway to the butler's quarters, where they found Stan slumped against the wall, unconscious.

He appeared to be leaning against the wall, but in reality, he was barely propped up. He would have collapsed to the ground a few minutes later. a "Did you use too much force?" Luca stood in front of Stan. She grew concerned as he had not budged an inch.

Even though Stan was from the Island of Despair, he was approaching old age. Considering he was on the brink of old age, mishandling him might just result in serious harm.

"I was careful with my strength. Don't worry, he'll be fine,” assured Luke.

Luca nodded and replied, "Why don’t you carry him in?" Luke frowned, clearly reluctant to have any contact with Stan.

"Or should | do it?" Luca understood his thoughts, so she handed him the needles. "Hold these for me. I'll carry him in." "No need." Luke pursed his lips. Having Luca carry Stan would only let the old man take advantage of her. He bent down and hoisted Stan onto his shoulders.

Carrying a person was nothing to him.

Luke walked into Stan's quarters with Luca following behind him.

He laid Stan on the bed, his face full of disgust.

Apart from those close to him, he did not like physical contact with others.

Luca could see the disgust in his eyes and said, "After you're done interrogating him, go take a shower." "Okay." Luke nodded.

"Could you get a rope? Although he doesn't know how to fight, it's better for us to be cautious,” said Luca.

"Okay, I'll go to the tool shed." After that, Luke walked out of the butler's quarters.

Luca did not rush to perform dry needling on Stan. First, she checked his pulse and confirmed that there were no issues with his vital signs. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief.

It seemed that Luke had indeed controlled his strength.

"| didn't expect someone to be assigned here..." Luca muttered to herself. She seemed to be lost in thought as she stared at Stan.

She did not expect that Abel could have his subordinate even in the Crawfords' ancestral hin X City. It seemed unbelievable to her.

This place was outside of A City. There was actually no need to arrange for anyone to be here.

Especially since Luke did not coften.

Yet, Abel still arranged for someone to be here, and it had been that way for so many years.

Luke walked in carrying the rope in his hands and asked, "How is he?" "He's fine. Vital signs are stable. Shall we tie him up first and then perform dry needling on him?" Luca discussed it with Luke.

"Alright." Luke nodded. He picked up the rope and proceeded to tie Stan's limbs to the bed.

"Alright. Go ahead," said Luke.

Luca nodded. Since the needles were new and vacuum-sealed, there was no need for sterilization. She directly inserted several needles into Stan's face and head.

In no time, the unconscious man showed signs of waking up.

Luca said in a soft voice, "He's waking up." Luke and Luca stood on either side of the bed. When Stan woke up, this was the scene he saw.

In an instant, his heart skipped a beat.

Memories of what happened before he fell unconscious quickly flashed through his mind. He tried to move his limbs but realized they were bound.

Mr. Crawford, I..." Stan attempted to plead for mercy, but he did not know how to start.

Luke interrupted with a cold voice, "From now on, you only need to answer my questions. Do you understand?" Stan blinked his eyes, his mind racing to cup with an excuse.

Luke noticed his silence and could imagine the wheels turning in his head. He issued another warning, "I don't want to hear another peep out of you except for answers to my questions. If you can't comply, don't blme for getting rough." He pulled out a needle from Stan's face as he said that.

Luke's technique was not professional. That was why when he removed the needle, it was not as quick or precise as Luca. It caused Stan to feel a pang of pain.

It was only now he realized there were needles pricked in his body.

"In Luca's hands, this needle can make you spill everything. Would you like to give it a try?" Luke asked again.

Since they were going to interrogate Stan, smeans were necessary.

Resorting to physical violence would be too cruel for this middle-aged man on the verge of old age. He could collapse at any moment.

Therefore, Luca's method might be more effective. It would not pose a life-threatening danger, but it would still make the person feel extrperil.

Stan immediately nodded, indicating he understood.

Luke shot Luca a glance.

Luca nodded and removed all the other needles from Stan's face.

Luke began to ask, "Who are you?" "I'm Stan Muller," Stan answered honestly.

Luke turned to look at Luca. It seemed like he wanted her to confirm.

Luca nodded and said, "Indeed, this is his real appearance. | didn't notice any disguise tools when | applied the needles." Luke nodded. He had previously speculated whether Stan had been replaced. Perhaps Abel murdered the real Stan and replaced him with someone disguised as him to plant an imposter inside the Crawfords' ancestral home.

However, it turned out that he was the real Stan.

Luke asked again, "Which organization do you report to?" Stan's eyes darted around. "What do you mean?" Before Luke could continue, Stan quickly continued, "Mr. Crawford, I've always been on your side. | signed a labor contract with your company. So, my organization... No, | work for you." Luke knew he was deliberately saying this. He felt dissatisfied, and he turned to look at Luca again.

Luca heaved a sigh, picked up a needle, and said, "Stan, Mr. Crawford only wants to hear the truth. I'm sorry, but you'll have to endure this." She pricked the needle through his clothes straight into his abdomen.

Stan instantly felt excruciating pain. "Ah, ah, ah! It hurts so much! Ms. Craw, it hurts! Help, please!