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

"Okay." Luca rose to her feet and followed the stylist to the fitting room.
Hundreds of gowns were displayed on the racks. There was a dazzling array of choices.
"Ms. Craw, since it's the company's dinner, I shall pick something simple and elegant for you. I'll go with something that matches
your makeup and hairstyle and isn't too showy," suggested the stylist. She walked to the end of the rows of gowns and asked for
Luca's opinion.
The last row of gowns was the most exclusive gowns displayed.
The stylist picked a few simple, short dresses and tried matching them with Luca's body figure. "I think these will look great on
you. Ms. Craw, what do you think?"
"I'll take this." Luca pointed at a black-colored short dress. It had clean cuts, and it was perfect for the event tonight. It would not
make Luca look overdressed.
"You have good taste. I'll let my assistant help you get changed." The stylist smiled and handed the dress to her assistant.
Luca shook her head and replied, "It's okay. I can put it on myself. Is that the fitting room?"
"Yes," replied the assistant. She immediately handed her the dress.
Luca headed to the fitting room and put on the dress. She looked at herself in the mirror. The dress suited her well. She pushed
the door and stepped out of the fitting room.
The stylist's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, "Oh, Ms. Craw, this dress is tailor-made for you!"
Luca was not particularly tall compared to professional models. However, the short dress elongated her figure, accentuating her
slender, milky-white legs. It was as though not a single imperfection could be found on her.
The stylist could not help but marvel at how perfect Luca was.
If she were a man, she would surely fall helplessly in love with her beauty...
"You look stunning," the assistant chimed in.

"Go and get the pair of heels designed by Mr. Louboutin. It should be the right size for her," instructed the stylist. The stylist had
many experiences styling her other clients. That was why she was able to assess her client's body figure and shoe size
accurately.
"Okay, Ms. Cuttrel." The assistant turned around and went to get the heels. After a while, she returned with a pair of black high
heels.
The heels were sealed in a plastic bag and preserved in excellent condition. Each heel had rhinestones on them. The specks
flickered under the glow of the lights.
After Luca wore the heels, it was just like what the stylist had expected. She looked great wearing them.
"Your dress looks simple, but the heels add a touch of elegance. It's perfect.” The stylist nodded with satisfaction.
The stylist wished she could take a photo and display Luca's outfit in the store.
However, Luke told her that they were not allowed to take any photos or use Luca as their model.
"I guess that's it," said Luca. She reckoned that there was not much time left. Then, she returned to the styling table, picked up
her briefcase, and turned around to look at the stylist. "Where do I pay?"
"Mr. Crawford has already settled the bill," replied the stylist with a smile on her face. "Enjoy your dinner, Ms. Craw."
Luca frowned. She did not expect Luke to have already arranged everything for her.
She had no choice but to carry her briefcase and left.
After Luca left the fashion house, she took the elevator and headed downstairs. She realized she was attracting too much
attention. Then, she picked up her pace and got into the car.
"Ms. Craw, you look stunning!" Warren complimented.
"Thank you," replied Luca. She took her phone out and glanced at it. It was still early.
"Ms. Craw, should we head to the hotel now?" asked Warren. Luke had already told him where the venue was.
"It's still early..." replied Luca. She glanced at the time. Even though she did not know the exact time, she knew the dinner would
not start that soon.

"You're right. Boss told me that dinner starts at seven tonight. It's too early to go over now. Why don't I send you back to the
villa?” suggested Warren. He did not expect that it would only take two hours for her to get dolled up.
"It's okay... Let's go somewhere near the hotel. I'll just wait in the car," Luca thought it would be troublesome to ask Warren to
drive her back and forth.
"Alright." After Warren sent a message to Luke, he sent Luca to the hotel.
When they arrived at the hotel, Warren parked the car in the parking lot, while Luca sat in the backseat, looking at her phone.
"Ms. Craw, would you like me to get you something to drink?" asked Warren.
"No. You don't have to worry about me. Go grab something if you're hungry," answered Luca. She was planning to wait in the car
until dinner started.
Warren was not an employee of Watsons Biopharmaceutical. He would not be attending the dinner.
That was why Luca told him to have dinner first.
Warren grinned, revealing a row of white teeth. "Ms. Craw, I'm not hungry yet. Don't worry about me. I'll get something to eat
when I'm hungry."
"Alright." Luca looked at the report Rhett sent to her. Tons of paperwork had to be done as the new research project was about to
start soon.
She needed Rhett and Mo Stone to help her out.
Luca heaved a sigh when she looked at the piles of documents. She used to be good at handling them, but the work seemed dull
now.
As Luca flipped through the next file, Amur sent her a message.
[He'll contact the Mallory family and ask for the ransom the day after tomorrow.]
Luca replied to his message immediately: [What mission did he assign you?]
Amur quickly replied: [He needs cash. And he's asking me to collect it.]

[He's doing it on purpose.] Luca put on an unpleasant expression. If Abel asked the Mallory family to transfer the money to him, it
would be easier for him to make it look legal.
Still, he asked Amur to collect the cash instead.
Even if the Mallory family did what Abel told them to do, they would not just give him the money without doing anything.
Amur replied: [I have to do it regardless.]
Even though he knew it was a trap that Abel set for him, he had no choice but to fall into his trap. The only thing he could do was
to not get himself killed.
Luca gripped her phone tight. She hated that it was beyond her power to help Amur.
Despite knowing that Amur's mission could expose him, there was nothing she could do.
"Ms. Craw, what's wrong?" Warren, who sat in the driver's seat, asked in a low voice.
"Nothing." Luca took a deep breath. She could not tell anyone about this. Then, she picked up her phone and reminded Amur:
[Let me know when you're about to make a move. Be careful.]
[Okay.] After Amur replied to her, Luca cleared the chat history.
She was being cautious because she did not want Luke to find out about this.
At 6:30 pm, Luca noticed a few employees working at Watsons enter the hotel. She opened the car door and followed them into
the hotel.
She ran into Rhett the moment she stepped into the hotel.
Rhett also saw her and walked toward Luca with a smile on his face. "Dr. Craw, you look great."
"Thank you." Luca thanked him politely. Then, she stood by the elevator door and waited. Despite her lack of enthusiasm toward
the dinner, she felt compelled to ask, "Do you know which floor is it?"