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

Seeing that Pierre could figure this much out after seeing Leroy, Gordan knew that Pierre was not a fool.
It was his tactics that were brutal.
He did not even blink twice about using such dirty tactics to deal with someone.
He was even willing to go that far.
“What are you blabbering about? Just knock him out and take him away." Leroy noticed that Pierre's leg was bandaged and fixed
with two pieces of wood.
He was actually a cripple now.
Even if he decided to follow them, their people would have to carry him on their shoulders like a princess.
"Is it really worth wasting my drug on him?" Gordan said as he gave a karate chop to Pierre's neck, and he instantly fainted.
Leroy patted his dizzy head and said, "Why did that move of yours help me blow off steam?"
"Why don't you try?" Gordan joked.
"Alright, the police will probably be here soon. Mr. Mallory was right, he must be sent to the hospital. You guys carry him away,"
Leroy ordered his men.
Two strong men carried the unconscious Pierre and left through the balcony.
After the people from the Island of Despair kidnapped Pierre here, they had surveillance cameras installed at the door to see
who came by.
The only way not to be seen was through the balcony and down the stairs next door.
Fortunately, the stairs in the next room were separated from the rest. The first and second floors had different doors but shared
the same stairs, so even if people were alarmed by the sound of a gunshot, they would not show up unexpectedly.
Besides, everyone was afraid of dying...
The few of them went back the way they came from and realized that it was hard to jump over to the other side with Pierre on
their shoulders. However, it was a good thing that Pierre was a six feet tall man because he could just lie straight across the two

balconies.
Gordan forcefully removed Pierre's bandage before tying it around Pierre's chest and jumping over with the bandage in hand.
Then, the people behind him picked Pierre's feet up and transferred him to the other side. They were like ants transporting food.
At the same time, Gordan was pulling the bandage until Pierre's legs were on the edge of one balcony and his head was on the
other. Then, another person jumped over to help Gordan pull his entire body to the other side.
Everyone put on gas masks after putting Pierre down, not because they were worried about fainting but because they were
worried about being recognized by the people in the building when leaving.
There were always nosy people who would risk getting shot just to take a peek.
Naturally, they would try to steer away from such trouble.
After being tossed around, Pierre was carried on the shoulders by one of the men again, and they all left quickly.
They were in the suburbs, so it would take around 20 minutes for the nearest police to arrive.
By then, Gordan and the others would have already escaped to where Percy's people were stationed at.
“How's Mr. Pierre?" the driver asked when he saw Gordan and Leroy carrying him into the car.
“His leg is broken, but we didn't do it. Our top priority right now is to have the doctor take care of it, but we don't know how long
it's been like that. His leg might actually be impaired." Gordan prepared them for the worst.
His men had gone back to being fake local tenants in their homes, and it was only him and Leroy in the vehicle.
"How did Mr. Pierre faint, then?" the person in the passenger seat asked as he called Percy.
"He didn't want to come with us, so we had him knocked out. How else were we able to escape unharmed?" What Gordan said
was only half true.
Leroy was once again amazed at his ability to lie through his teeth.
He really had a way with words!
They did not ask anything else and drove away.

The person in the passenger seat called Percy to report on the situation.
Gordan followed suit and called Luke.
It seemed like the situation had been resolved, but Pierre was doomed to sacrifice something after getting kidnapped...
Gordan looked at his leg. A six feet tall heir with a bad temper and a lame leg. Would daughters of wealthy families accept him?
Karma was a b*tch, indeed.
They drove to the clinic that Johann had rented out.
The clinic belonged to Johann's friend, who was indebted to him. When he asked to borrow it for a day, he let him use it without
any questions asked.
All the staff in the clinic were given a day off, and there was even a sign at the door that stated so.
When they arrived, Gordan and Leroy let the two other men carry Pierre instead.
Johann frowned as he watched Pierre be carried in because Luke's prediction was spot on.
Luke had him wait here for Pierre because he predicted that he was going to be carried in unconscious.
“Put him on the bed," Johann directed the two men immediately, and they did as they were told.
Johann asked Gordan, "Are any of you hurt?"
"Nope, but Mr. Pierre is badly injured. His leg is broken, and when we found him, they had fixed it with only wooden planks and
bandages. It was a hassle when carrying him, so we removed them. Is that okay, Dr. Park?" Gordan asked casually.
Percy's people frowned when they heard Gordan's words.
Johann shook his head and said, "I'd have to check to find out..."
He noticed that the two men were upset, so he said, "Even if there's something wrong, you had nothing to do with it. Besides, his
leg wasn't broken today. Not to mention, he was unconscious. It must've been a bumpy ride, so it would've been the same with
or without the planks."

Percy's people loosened up a little after hearing that because they thought that Gordan had done it on purpose.
"I didn't want to escape with that big guy on my back. If we had woken someone up and they opened fire, someone would call
the police. We only knocked him out because we had no time to argue with Mr. Pierre," Gordan repeated what he said in the car.
He had reported the same thing to Luke earlier.
"That's enough talking. Doctor, please check on Mr. Pierre's condition," said one of the men.
"I know." Johann rolled his eyes. Pierre was just unconscious with a broken leg, but they were acting as if he was going to die.
With his sharp eyes, he knew at first glance where Pierre's leg was broken and how long it had been broken.
Some people would have died of excessive bleeding from the fractured bone, but Pierre looked like he had been injured for
days.
Thus, the broken bone would not kill him, but because he did not receive immediate treatment, his leg might be impaired.