Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

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Chapter 3370 Not Yet Capable Of Doing So

Hera suddenly felt a chill and tumed to look at Abel.

His expression was calm, not as eerie as when he was angry, but she still felt an unsettling vibe from him. Was he jealous?

Hera quickly tried to flatter him, saying, "No way, I think the most good-looking man here is you, my dear."

Abel did not show any sign of happiness at her flattery. He did not actually have feelings for Hera. Her sweet words could not fool him.

"Since you like him so much, let him stay with you and work for you in the next few days." Abel was indifferent.

As long as Hera did not embarrass him by cheating on him here, it was fine.

Hera was a bit surprised, but at the same time, she realized that Abel did not really like her. If he truly cared about her, he would have been jealous when she kept staring at another man.

Once she accepted that this was all just a business arrangement, she happily agreed," Alright. Thank you, my dear."

Luke's gaze darkened for a moment, but no one was paying attention.

Abel asked, "091, where's Shanks?"

"Mr. Shanks and Ms. Craw are upstairs doing an experiment," Gerald quickly answered. He still did not understand why Abel brought a woman to the base.

Though the base was mainly for Shanks' experiments and did not have many weapons, bringing an unfamiliar woman here could expose them.

Gerald wondered if this woman was from the island of Despair too. However, she did not seem like it, and her behavior earlier did not fit.

Even though Gerald did not fully grasp Hera's identity, he knew she was Abel's woman, so it was best to stay on her good side.

Abel glanced at Hera and said to Luke and Gerald, "I need to handle something now. You two take care of Ms. Sanchez."

"Yes, sir, "Luke and Gerald replied in unison.

Abel walked upstairs.

Hera watched his figure disappear around the corner before curiously asking, "Who are Shanks and Ms. Craw?"

Gerald turned to look at Luke, but Luke did not seem like he was going to answer. Gerald replied helplessly. "They're the main... technical staff for our boss' company."

Hera nodded, but her attention was still on the mention of 'Ms. Craw'. She asked, "is Ms. Craw pretty? Does she have a thing with Mr. Abel?"

Sweat started to form on Gerald's forehead. If he said Luca was pretty, Hera would definitely get jealous.

However, if he said she was not, the two of them would probably meet eventually, and it would be awkward if Hera blamed him.

Gerald quickly thought of a solution and replied, "Ms. Sanchez, Ms. Crew is just a technical worker. In my opinion, you're even more beautiful, and she doesn't have anything to do with the boss. Don't worry."

A shadow flickered in Luke's eyes.

"Oh, I see." Hera flipped her curly hair. She pondered for a moment and added, "Since she's not as pretty as I am, then I can relax."

She came here with Abel to make money, and she did not want any unexpected interference that could lead to a loss.

Hera looked at Luke. "What's your name?"

"Lucius," Luke replied bluntly with no trace of flattery in his tone. Compared to Gerald's smoothness, he was as direct as could be.

There was no attempt to please at all.

Hera, however, found herself deeply intrigued by him. She used to have no interest in men who did not flatter her or spend money on her.

This feeling was hard to describe. It was not comfortable, yet it reached deep into her bones. Perhaps it was because they shared a similar aura, and even their names sounded alike...

"Alright, take me to the bedroom," Hera instructed in a commanding tone.

Luke turned to look at Gerald. "I don't know where it is."

Gerald secretly cursed Luke for being so slow, then stepped forward to flatter, "Ms. Sanchez, Lucius just arrived. How about I take you upstairs?"

"I want him to take me," Hera snapped, showing a bit of her temper.

Gerald glanced between Luke and Hera. Since they were stuck here, he decided to give in." Lucius, you've been here for a few days and still don't know where the boss' room is? If the boss finds out, he'll definitely be upset with you."

Luke gave him a cold look.

Gerald froze for a moment, sensing murderous intent in Luke's gaze. However, he realized he was not really the one to blame.

If Luke stayed quiet, who knew how much more angry Hera would get?

Cerald could tell Hera was interested in Luke, so he suggested, "How about this, Ms.

Sanchez? I'll go with Lucius to take you upstairs?"

"Fine," replied Hera, inexplicably unwilling to make things difficult for the man in front of her.

Luke and Gerald went upstairs together, with Hera following behind.

On the other hand, Abel entered the laboratory and listened to Luca report the experiment's progress. He then walked into the room where the volunteer was, watching as Shanks demonstrated the results. His gaze grew increasingly deep.

The three of them retumed to the lab.

"I gave you all that time, and this person can only move a little? This progress is way too slow!" Abel expressed his dissatisfaction.

"Clinical trials are always slow," Shanks spoke up to explain the slow pace, knowing Luca would not speak.

"That's for the others!" Abel slammed his hand down, glaring at Luca with malice.

He knew the issue did not lie much with Luca, but he was not about to confront Shanks directly, so he shifted all the blame to Luca. Her incompetence was why the experiment was so slow!

"You're Shanks!" Abel snapped. "You're a genius. The drugs you developed in the past were ready in a month, but look at how long it's been now?"

"The drugs we're working with now are made from toxic herbal herbs. We have to carefully measure the doses, or large amounts could poison and kill someone. Would you like to see Kassy-" Before Shanks could finish his sentence, he got interrupted.

"Shut up!" Abel's eyes widened. His fury blazed in his eyes like a storm barely contained.* Don't you dare mention her in front of me!"

Shanks fell silent.

Everything he did was for Kassy's safety. If Abel could not understand that, there was

nothing he could do about it.

"Shanks, increase the dosage for that person now." Abel toward the direction beyond the

door. "I want results. Now."

"I refuse." Shanks knew Abel would say that and rejected him without any expression on his

face.

"What? What did you say?" Abel looked at him in disbelief, his anger boiling.

He walked straight up to Luca, raised his hand, and slapped her across the face. A sharp sound echoed as his palm struck her cheek. The slap seemed to calm some of Abel's rage. Luca frowned, feeling a sharp pain on her cheek. Her mind went blank for a moment. Abel dared not hit Shanks, and he could not throw things in his rage, so the slap landed on

her face instead.

Luca stumbled back two steps. Her heart burned with resentment. She wanted nothing more than to tear this man apart! However, she was not yet capable of doing so.