Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle
Chapter 670 Only He Knew That His Heart Was Beating Rapidly

Moscow.

The cold winter wind whistled past the thriving city, and heavy snow covered the city in a silvery blanket.

The pure-white snowflakes that were scattered in the air brought light to the dimly lit city.

It was an especially cold night, and there were not many pedestrians walking on the streets. It was rare that the bustling city got so quiet.

A sleek black Bentley limousine drove on the snow-covered streets, unhindered by the heavy snowfall

In a dark alley, several tall and burly hooligans in tattered clothes and wielding weapons drooled as they stared lecherously at two beautiful foreign young women.

Snowflakes landed on the girls’ long hair and melted.

Their curvaceous bodies could be vaguely seen under their thick down jackets. It was a tantalizing sight.

The hooligans exchanged glances, flashed a perverted smile, and spoke teasingly in Russian, "These two chicks are not bad. It's been a long time since I've tasted foreign flesh. They look small and cute, but I'm sure that they're naughtier than our local women. We'll have a feast tonight, boys!"

The two young women's faces turned pale when they saw the hooligans that suddenly appeared in front of them. They held each other's hands and took several panicked steps backward!

The hooligans walked up in front of the young women and tried to grab them. Their lecherous gazes were revolting.

"Run!" The taller young woman reacted first. She pulled the other, weaker young woman and dashed out of the alley!

"Chase them! Don't let our chicks get away. Otherwise, we won't have any women to comfort us tonight..." The hooligans started running while hurling obscenities.

The two young women were not as strong as the men, and they were already exhausted from their part-time shift at a restaurant. They were on the verge of collapsing while they frantically ran away. The hooligans were about to catch up to them when a dazzling beam of light shone on their faces. They were almost blinded by the light.

The two young women were also blinded. They ran toward the car, but it stopped abruptly before it could run over them. The two women fell sitting on the ground out of shock.

"Help! Help..."

The taller woman seemed to have found salvation. She scrambled onto her feet and threw her body on the Bentley.

Moscow at night was a paradise for criminals. The young woman knew that people would rather keep to themselves when they encounter a crime, but she did not want to let go of the chance that she might be saved.

Through the car window, Luke glanced coldly at the young woman.

The man's expression was as cold as the weather outside.

"Start driving.” There was a hint of displeasure in his voice as he glanced at the driver.

He was not a saint. He did not have sympathy for other people in danger, much less those that did not bring him any benefit.

The driver started the engine and was about to drive away.

The taller young woman watched in despair as the car began to move away. Meanwhile, the hooligans had already caught her friend and began to rip apart her down jacket.

"Ah... no... go away..." The feeble young woman cried out in English.

She struggled helplessly. Her voice was muffled, and her expression was as innocent as a bunny. That made the hooligans laugh even more brazenly.

"I thought she's quite slender, but she's quite voluptuous...” One of the hooligans said to his accomplices.

"Beatrice!" The taller young woman was afraid, but she braced herself and rushed toward the hooligans. "Let her go, you b*stards!"

She yelled in English, and the name that came out of her mouth made Luke pause.

He turned around and looked at the young woman named "Beatrice" through the car window. He saw a fragile figure with long and straight black hair struggling in the hooligans’ grasp. Her helplessness reminded him of a vague figure in the depths of his memories.

"Save them," Luke suddenly ordered the driver.

The driver was surprised, and he hesitated. "We should mind our own business, Sir. If Mr. Robert and Ms. Kassy find out..."

The driver felt something cold, black, and hard against his waist.

He looked at Luke in astonishment and realized that he did not understand that man at all.

They had only interacted for a few days. The man looked gentle and elegant, but he had a ruthless and mysterious personality. He managed to extend his influence over the entire company in a few days since he joined Beshev Corporation, and no one dared to disobey him.

The driver could only get out of the car.

The hooligans cackled brazenly as they saw the driver. "Looks like we've gotten ourselves another big fish, boys..."

The driver did not speak. His body flitted nimbly amid the knife-wielding hooligans and sent them sprawling on the ground. They wailed in pain and begged for mercy.

"Thank you, Sir, thank you..." The young woman named Beatrice bowed deeply at the driver.

The driver frowned and wagged his hand. "I'm not the one who saved you. My employer is."

Then, he opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

Beatrice and the other young woman glanced through the car window.

They saw the man's impeccable side profile from the half-open car window. His masculine features seemed to be sculpted by God's hands, and his lips were slightly curled upward in an ambiguous smile. He was smoking, but his hand holding the cigarette was perfect, like a work of art. He was indeed a charming man!

"Thank..." The two young women were caught in a daze. When they came to their senses and remembered to thank the man, the car had already driven away.

In the car, the driver drove leisurely along the street while stealing glances at the man in the backseat.

Luke's eyes were closed for a short rest. His expression was as cold as ever, but he placed a hand on his heart.

Only he knew that his heart was beating rapidly.

He missed her, that gentle and sweet woman.

In the mansion.

Bianca fed Tommy and managed to coax the energetic baby to sleep. She was beginning to feel drowsy too.

Suddenly, Bianca felt her heart beating faster. She covered her chest and felt uneasy.

She went to the bedside cabinet and took out Luke's photo

Her gaze was gentle as she caressed Luke's face. "They said that you are dead, but I don't believe it. I can sense that you're still alive. After I bring the company back on track, I'll bring the kids to look for you in Moscow, alright?"

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