Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle novel Chapter 1300

Amur's eyelids drooped. He nodded and asked, "Boss, did you deliberately ask her to come to New York?"

Abel narrowed his gaze. He put a cigar into his mouth and lit it.

Amur's head remained lowered, even though the cigar smoke stung his nose. He wanted to know what Abel was truly thinking.

Abel shot a sideways glance at Amur and suddenly brought the glowing end of the cigar a fraction of an inch away from Amur's face. If Abel moved his hand slightly, the cigar would leave a scorch mark on Amur's skin.

Time seemed to freeze at that instant. Amur did not move or flinch even though he could smell something burning.

Abel maintained that pose for a full half a minute. He pulled his hand away when some ash dropped on the floor. "All you have to do is follow my orders and not ask any questions," he said coldly.

Amur's hands clenched into fists. He hated himself for being not strong enough to protect Luca. If only he were stronger and not under Abel's control!

"Why are you still standing there?" Abel asked coldly at him. He found it amusing that Amur felt aggrieved.

It seemed that Luca had done a good job in converting the siblings to her side over the past three years.

Abel would eventually show Amur how foolish he was to be loyal to Luca.

When Amur heard that, he turned around and left.

…

After the full-day conference, Luca and the others prepared to return to the hotel. While they were leaving, a man stopped them.

"Hello. My boss would like to invite all of you for dinner," the man said with a smile.

Luca frowned. She was about to say that they were not interested when Dr. Albus said, "May I know who your boss is?"

"He is Mr. Abel, the president of the Pharmaceutical Association. May we have the pleasure of your company tonight?" The man replied truthfully.

Dr. Albus was interested to meet the president of the Pharmaceutical Association. He was resentful because he was not invited to the dinner party, and he was happy to have the opportunity now."

"Of course. It's our honor to attend the dinner with the president of your association," he said.

Luca's expression sank when she heard Abel's name. She could guess that Abel's motive behind the invitation was Luke or herself.

"You should go. I'm not feeling too well, so I want to go back to the hotel," she said.

The man said, "Dr. Craw, Mr. Abel is very interested in your research, so he really would like to meet you. Also, the dinner would only be upstairs, so you don't have to travel too far."

The man was implying that Luca had to be in attendance.

If that were the case, Abel would be unhappy if Luca did not attend the dinner. When Abel was unhappy, he would make himself happy again by tormenting other people.

When Dr. Albus heard that, he could tell that Abel wanted to meet Luca more than him.

If Luca did not go, he was afraid that he would not be able to meet that influential person.

"It's my pleasure too. Have a seat and make yourselves at home." Abel stood up and gestured at the seats.

The people sat around the dining table.

Luca sat across Abel and casually swept her gaze across the room.

The room was lavishly furnished, and she did not spot anything off. Next to Abel were two open bottles of red wine, and from what Abel usually did, Luca guessed that they might have been drugged.

She shot a glance at her handbag and realized that she had brought a different one today. While transferring her belongings from her previous handbag to this one, she was distracted by Tommy and had forgotten to pack her medicine.

In other words, her usual stash of medicine was currently not with her.

Luca was quite frustrated. Ever since she returned to A City, she would always bring her stash of medicine wherever she went to prepare herself for any accidents. She had forgotten to bring it at the most critical juncture…

"Dr. Craw, are you looking for something?" Abel asked when he saw her rummaging her handbag.

Luca remained calm. She clasped her handbag and shook her head. "Nothing."

Abel raised his eyebrows but said nothing. He turned to the waiter at his side and said, "Please serve the wine."

"Yes, Boss." The waiter nodded, picked up a bottle of wine, and filled up their glasses.

Abel smiled. "This bottle is from my private collection, and I've never had the chance to enjoy it. After all, it's no fun drinking wine alone. I'm happy that all of you are here to enjoy it with me."