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

Chapter 273 Coldness Flashed In His Dark Eyes...

Allison took a deep breath. She did not want to throw a tantrum in front of her grandchildren. ’Don't be

deceived by this woman, my babies. She's a wicked woman, a seductress with a black heart. Be good

children and follow your Grandma home. Your Great-Grandpa misses you...”

Bianca could feel her heart being torn into pieces. Allison had said that about her in front of her

children.

She was about to speak when Lanie suddenly turned around.

"You've become prettier, Grandma. I hope that you won't be angry or lose your temper. My teacher said

that you'll be ugly if you're always angry. I hope that you'll be forever pretty, Grandma," Rainie said as

she diligently massaged Allison's legs.

Allison laughed when she heard Rainie's words. She enjoyed the special treatment, and her tone of

voice became gentler. "You’re such a charmer. Have you been eating sweets?"

Rainie counted on her cute little fingers. "One, two three... hmm, I can't remember how many sweets

I've eaten, but it was a lot." 'You're such a cheeky little girl." Allison kissed her granddaughter’s cheek

and smiled even wider.

Lanie took an orange from the fruit basket, peeled it, and handed it to Allison. "This is a Valencia

orange, Grandma. It's very sweet. You should try it." "Good boy, Lanie. You know how to make me

happy." Allison ate a wedge and tousled the little boy's hair. She had always loved her grandson who

looked like her son.

'Please don't be angry at Mommy, Grandma. Rainie and I wanted to come here. If you want to scold

someone, then scold Rainie and me. It's all our fault." Lanie lowered his head and waited for Allison to

discipline him.

Bianca was shocked. The anger in her chest receded by quite a bit.

The two children had tried to please Allison so that their grandmother would not be angry at her.

At that moment, Bianca was overcome with both bliss and sorrow.

Allison was forced to hold her anger back.

She would never scold or reprimand her beloved grandchildren, but she could not bring herself to like

Bianca.

Allison was not in the mood to eat the rest of the orange. She placed it on the coffee table, held Lanie

and Rainie's hands, and walked toward the door. "This is not your home. Follow your Grandma back to

Crawford Manor. Your Great-Grandpa misses you so much that he can't sleep at night." "I'm not going

back to Crawford Manor, Grandma. I want to stay together with Mommy." Rainie struggled with all her

might in her first act of defiance against Allison.

Allison favored sons over daughters. She spoiled Lanie, but she could not tolerate Rainie throwing a

tantrum.

She reached down and smacked Rainie's bottom hard several times. "Why don't you listen to me, huh?

This is not your home, so why are you staying here? Do you enjoy seeing me angry? You'll have to go

back today. No talking back!"

Rainie's body was delicate. She could not withstand those heavy blows.

Moreover, it was the first time that Allison had smacked her. Rainie felt incredibly aggrieved.

Huge tears fell from Rainie's eyes and down her cheeks. "Boo... hoo... I don’t like Grandma anymore..."

she wailed.

Allison was about to beat Rainie again when Bianca stopped her.

Bianca stood in front of Rainie and glared sternly at Allison. "This is my house, Madam Tanner. You're

in no position to make a scene here. Rainie is so young, and you've hit her so hard. What if you injured

her? Go away now. We don't welcome you!"

She shoved Allison out of the door and slammed the door shut!

Bianca did not open the door, no matter how Allison yelled and screamed outside. Allison gritted her

teeth, then stomped away on her high heels...

In the house, Rainie was inconsolable.

Bianca hugged Rainie tightly. She took off her pants and saw several red marks on Rainie's delicate

bottom. That made her hate Allison even more.

She knew that Allison hated her, but how could she bear to be so violent against her granddaughter?

If she could not divorce Xavier and Luke married another woman, she could not guarantee that the

other woman would treat the children as her own.

What if their stepmother was evil like Jennifer? What should the children do?

T Corporation Headquarters, Western Europe branch.

The higher management conference room was furnished in the medieval style. All the furniture was

made of polished oak and blended both classical and modern influences.

The higher management of the Western European branch of T Corporation had all gathered there,

looking fearfully at the man sitting in the CEO's chair.

Luke sat straight on the CEO's chair. His facial features were impeccable, and his gaze was as sharp

as a hawk, as though he could see a person's thoughts.

He knocked on the table rhythmically, though forthose people in the conference room, it felt like he was

knocking on their hearts. It was an oppressive feeling.

The man might be young, but he was intelligent and shrewd. His IQ of 200 was not only good for

evaluating sums and figures but also good for evaluating thoughts and personalities.

That was how the Regal Chain of Restaurants had grown explosively over the last few years,

overtaking local businesses and becoming a force to be reckoned with in the restaurant industry.

Mavis Laviere, the beautiful woman sitting next to Luke, was equally as capable. She was not to be

taken lightly.

Luke hid the emotions in his eyes and started to speak with his resonant voice. "The Regal Chain of

Restaurants is a major international brand with an immense market value. The media has been

keeping a close eye on us. Now that there's such a big slip-up, shouldn't all of you reflect on the

incident? Mr. Robel and Mr. Smith, the two of you are the manager and vice manager of our Western

European operations. What do you have to say?"

The two European middle-aged men who were named were visibly flustered.

However, they were veteran managers and knew how to regain their composure soon.

Mr. Robel, the manager of the Western European subsidiary company, spoke first. "This has been an

unforeseen incident, Mr. Crawford. Before our PR department could react, the media had already

published the news. This must be the handiwork of Clos Maggior, our biggest rival! Clos Maggior has

always wanted to be the head honcho of the European restaurant industry, but they've always lost to

Regal. Adela, their boss, has always borne a grudge against us. It has to be them, Mr. Crawford. I can't

think of anyone else. How sneaky of them to use such underhanded means to topple our lead! We

can't let Clos Maggior run rampant over us, and we shouldn't forgive Adela!"

Mr. Smith, the vice manager, did not say as much. "I believe that this has indeed been our mistake, Mr.

Crawford. I apologize for the losses suffered by the company, and I am willing to accept any

punishment." His apology was genuine.

Luke took a drag of his cigarette. His gaze turned cold as he observed the two very different

reactions...