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

The man on the other end of the line sensed the hesitation in her tone. He then spoke in his normal voice, no longer sounding like Silas. "I've successfully mimicked Silas' voice and tone from the previous interview videos.

Now, the only thing left is the appearance.

"To solve this problem, we need to introduce a fake Silas to clarify things for you. What I'm doing now is imitating Silas's appearance." "Imitate?" Karen was shocked! She knew speople could imitate voices very well. They could even sing like famous singers.

However, she had not heard of anyone being able to mimic appearances...

Even with makeup skills, how close could others get before they discovered something was off? Those reporters were not stupid. How could they fall for it? "I can only help you to settle it today. If you don't trust me, then there's nothing | can do. Find someone else." The person on the phone sounded impatient.

"Wait!" Karen realized that he was a capable person, unlike no one else she had encountered.

Although she was curious how Pierre got in touch with such a person, getting her problem solved was what mattered the most now.

"I'll take you there right away. I'll give you the address," said Karen.

"Okay. Text me,” replied the man. Then, he hung up.

Karen wasted no time. She composed the message, sent it, and then thought about informing someone to drive her.

However, considering her recent suspicions, she hesitated and decided to drive herself.

The hospital was crowded and noisy. After Karen gave a a beating, she called a doctor to treat his wounds.

Instead of taking him to the hospital, she arranged for him to recover in a separate location.

She drove straight to Mallory Estate.

There was already a parked car at the entrance of Mallory Estate. Karen cautiously looked around her. She got out of the car when there was no one around.

As soon as she got out, the door of the parked car opened as well.

Karen saw a man. She examined him carefully under the streetlight. He did not resemble Silas at all, not even remotely related.

Even if he wore makeup, could he look like Silas? "Open the door. | just need to take a look at the person. Also, notify the reporters." The man's tone remained impatient.

Even though he had received payment, working for such a person involved no technical difficulty at all.

"Ah, okay." Karen had seen countless people in the business world, but there were few with such an imposing presence like this man.

It was mainly because he did not seem to be someone of importance yet dared to display such arrogance in front of her...

Previously, people always acted according to her wishes. Now, having to comply with someone else's, Karen felt uncomfortable. Even so, she did as instructed and opened the door for him.

The man walked a few steps, then stopped. He turned and looked at Karen, who was standing at the door. "If you don't showthe way, how can I find him?" Karen really wanted to speak to him with a cold attitude and tell him to just go inside. Still, in the end, she dared not to do so.

If he was really capable, she could not afford to offend him. Her problem still needed to be solved...

"He's inside. I'll lead the way." Karen closed the door behind her and quickly walked up to the man, guiding him.

She led him to the bedroom where Silas was being held.

Silas was still being guarded by two men, Jeff and Windsor. When they saw Karen bring along a stranger, they were surprised. "Madam, it's late. Why are you here?" Karen ignored them and pushed open the bedroom door.

Jeff and Windsor rubbed their noses when she did not respond. They dared not to approach her and instead remained at the door.

"Here." Karen turned around and pointed in a direction for the man behind her.

The man walked to the bedside, glanced at the man wrapped in bandages and plaster. While waiting for Karen earlier, he had specifically searched the intefor this incident.

He also listened to the recording.

Silas got beaten so badly. No wonder he screamed so painfully.

The man glanced at Silas' face and let out a faint hum. "It's a good thing you didn't hit his face, or else | wouldn't have been able to help you." "Right..." Karen realized her fawning words were about to slip out and immediately stopped herself. "How will you help me?" "With a disguise," replied the man as he placed the suitcase he was carrying on a chair.

Only now did Karen notice the suitcase he was carrying. Throughout the journey, her attention had been solely on his face. She even wondered how someone who looked nothing like Silas could possibly solve such a problem.

On the bed, Silas watched as Karen brought in a man and could not help but feel a shock.

Did she bring someone to get rid of him? He did not know what was happening online. Thus, when the man's hand touched his face, Silas could not help but tremble in fear. He was afraid that that hand would land on his neck the next second.

However, the man did not do that. After briefly touching Silas' facial contours, he said to Karen, "I need half an hour. You're not allowed to cin during this time. You can contact the reporters. I'll definitely solve this problem for you." "Really?" Karen could not believe it. Could it really be solved in half an hour? "You can choose not to trust me," replied the man. He picked up his toolbox, ready to leave.

"| trust you!" said Karen. She immediately retreated outside.

The man closed the door expressionlessly.

Outside the door, Jeff and Windsor looked at each other and could not help but ask Karen, "Madam, who is he? Why is he acting so arrogantly?" "You wouldn't understand. Tidy up downstairs. I'll have two reporters cover later." Karen did not know how to answer, so she simply did not.

In the bedroom, Silas watched as the man approached and asked with difficulty, "Are you here to kill me?" His voice was very weak due to the pain.

"| don't kill anyone," replied the man with a cold voice. He sat dows, glanced at Silas set up the mirror, then took out his tools and began working. Silas widened his eyes, trying to figure out the situation.

Was this man doing makeup in front of the mirror? Still, why would he do makeup here?

Silas could not understand. He wanted to ask, but he did not have the strength to speak , so he had to give up. Half an hour later, Silas looked at the man and trembled uncontrollably.

This man did not just do his makeup but also changed his appearance. Now , it was as though Silas was looking at himself in the mirror... This man had transformed into Silas himself.

Was makeup artistry really this magical? Silas could not comprehend it. His body trembled involuntarily.

It was too scary! Someone with such skills was too scary! "How is it? Do | look like you?" the man suddenly asked.

Silas' eyes widened even further. The man's voice and tone were exactly like his own! He was dumbfounded for a moment.

The man's current appearance was beyond his expectations. "Why... did you learn to imitate me?" "To help that woman outside solve her problem," the man continued to speak in Silas' voice.

"She asked you to imitateand get rid of me?" Silas bit his lip, struggling to say those words.