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

Chapter 274 She Could Not Go Against Luke’s Orders!
”P... Please give us another chance to correct ourselves, Mr. Crawford! We promise that it won't ever happen again!" Cold sweat
poured from Mr.
Smith's forehead when Luke glared at him. He hoped that Luke would give him another chance.
However, Mr. Rebel's eyes flashed with disdain.
He was a nationalistic man, and he did not believe that the foreigner would do anything drastic to them!
Moreover, not only was he the general manager, but he was also the head chef.
His culinary skills were top-notch. Regal would stand to lose a lot without him!
Out of everyone’s expectations, Luke said, "I apologize, Mr. Robel, but Regal has no further need for your services. You can
clear your desk and leave." "What? I've toiled for Regal for the past three years, and this is what I get? How dare you fire me,
you filthy foreigner?" Mr. Robel was livid. He stood up abruptly, slammed the conference table, and swore at Luke.
The other members of the higher management dared not speak a word.
'What's gone into Robel's head? How dare he insult the CEO?
'Does he have a death wish? Doesn't he know that Mr. Crawford's nickname is the Cold-Faced Devil?'
Mavis looked at Robel as though she was looking at a dead man.
Luke's gaze onto Robel was like a pair of daggers that pierced his heart. Robel felt a chill course down his spine.
Luke smiled. A hint of mockery flashed on his elegant lips. "You're not a rookie anymore, Robel. With your years of experience,
no one will believe you if you say that you can't solve this minor PR crisis. Of course, I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself if
this is actually a PR problem. You're on T Corporation's payroll, yet at the same time, you double as Clos Maggior's undercover
agent. Not only do you want to steal our trade secrets, but you also want to ruin Regal's reputation. Why should Regal retain a
scoundrel like you?"
Robel's face and neck turned red with anger. "You... You're speaking nonsense. There's no such thing. This is slander, Luke
Crawford!"

Luke blew a smoke ring onto Robel's face, which caused his eyes to tear up.
The man lifted his hand, and the figures and spreadsheets on the large screen in the conference room disappeared. Following
that, a video of Robel taking a bribe from Clos Maggior's owner while handing over top secret recipes appeared...
The video was blurry, but everyone could see that it was Robel. The conversation could also be clearly heard.
Robel's face turned pale in an instant.
His impression of the foreign man had changed completely. He had been undercover for so long, but Luke had found
incriminating evidence and had exposed him in a matter of days. How horrific!
Robel began to beg Luke. ’I'm sorry, Mr. Crawford. I won't do it anymore...”
Luke glared at Robel coldly and said to him mockingly, "Mr. Robel, you're suspected of stealing Regal's trade secrets. I believe
the court will give an impartial judgment."
Just as he finished speaking, the conference room doors opened, and several burly men in police uniforms walked in. They
produced their handcuffs and said, "Mr. Robel, you're suspected of commercial espionage. Please cooperate and follow us."
Robel tried to struggle, but he was eventually restrained and carried away.
Luke turned his head to look at the pale-faced Smith. "Regal's general manager position happens to be vacant, Mr. Smith. You
shall be acting general manager for now. The position can be permanent, based on your performance," he said.
Smith looked at Luke with surprise. He was not sure what the boss was thinking.
He was at fault in this incident, so why did the CEO not punish him, but instead temporarily promote him?
Luke could see that Smith was shocked. He stubbed out his cigarette and explained with his resonant voice. "Everyone will
inevitably make mistakes. You'll have a chance to redeem yourself as long as you don't overstep certain boundaries. Of course,
you'll only get one chance.”
Luke knew that the people of that country were generally hostile toward foreigners. It was not easy to establish a foreign
presence there.
If he had fired both managers, the other higher management might turn against him.

By punishing one and sparing the other, he could inspire both fear and respect in those people.
The other members of higher management exclaimed in surprise and discussed with each other. They knew what Luke's motives
were, and they were more respectful of him after that.
Mavis stole glances at Luke. She could not hide her ambition in her gaze.
After the meeting, the other members of higher management left the room.
Luke remained in his chair, staring at his phone.
He browsed through his inbox, looking for any new messages from Bianca. Bianca had not messaged or called him, which
caused waves of resentment to grow in his usually calm and still heart!
Mavis walked toward Luke.
She was sure that she would eventually conquer that man's heart and claim it as her own.
She fantasized that he would propose to her.
Mavis flashed a confident smile as she approached Luke. "Now that the PR crisis in Western Europe is almost over, the PR
department will be holding a press conference in a few days to clarify the matter, and our reputation will be restored. You've been
working hard over the past few days, Mr. Crawford. I have a friend who runs a spa nearby. Would you like to try?"
Luke's eyes were transfixed on the phone, and he did not say a word.
Mavis thought that he had agreed to it and was ecstatic. "If that's OK for you... I'll let my friend know. Maybe I can drive you there
later? It's about an hour and a half away from here...”
Mavis hastily stacked the documents on the table. She was so excited that she lost her footing.
She sprained her ankle and nearly fell on the table. Her waist slammed into the sharp corner of the table, but she did not feel any
pain.
She was so happy that she could fly.
However, in the next moment, she heard Luke's frigid voice. "Ms. Laviere, book the fastest flight back to A City at this instant!"

Mavis was shocked. She looked at him in disbelief. "Mr. Crawford, aren't...” "I will not repeat myself.”
Luke rose from the chair. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, silently brooding over something.
"Yes, Mr. Crawford. I'll get it done at this instant." Mavis was dejected, but she dared not go against his orders. She went out and
got her assistant to book the fastest flight back to A City.
Luke did not receive a call from Bianca. He felt lost.
He guessed that Bianca might be angry.
He knew that he would not be able to explain himself over the phone. He would have to pamper her.