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

Pierre was sitting on the couch with two scantily-dressed bargirls next to him.
When he saw Nina coming in, he did not act appropriately and ask the bargirls to leave. Instead, he beckoned them to feed him
more beer.
As the mug came to his lips, he took a sip and raised an eyebrow as he stared at Nina. That woman was usually so haughty.
However, she was now standing in front of him obediently?
She claimed to not care about her family, but in reality... How ridiculous...
"You're here?" Pierre said as he pushed aside the mug that kept coming near his lips again. He placed his arms over the two
bargirls' curvaceous bodies.
Nina felt her stomach turning queasy as she watched him. She felt disgusted.
Pierre had so many women at his disposal, but he seemed to love holding on to her without letting go.
Nina's hands curled themselves into fists as she gazed at the dazed, drunken look on Pierre's face. She felt no emotion and
showed no expression on her face as she asked, "What do you want, Pierre Mallory?"
The stubborn look on her face and her refusal to make any compromises, despite her current situation, interested Pierre.
It was Nina's stubbornness that had always attracted him to her.
"Look at where you are now, yet you're still unwilling to concede. Nina Langdon, does the word 'scared' not exist in your
dictionary?" Pierre might appreciate her stubbornness, but a woman who was too stubborn would not be cute anymore.
Sometimes, she would do good to learn from the women surrounding him. One would only get benefits if one learned to get on a
man's good side.
Nina straightened her back. It was not that she did not know what it meant to be scared, but that she could not show even the
slightest bit of fear in front of him. Otherwise, the man would be overjoyed!
"Pierre Mallory, my time is extremely precious. If you're going to spout all this nonsense, I think it'll be better if I leave," she said
coolly while staring at him. Pierre's flirtatious movements might not be directed at her, but they still made her feel disgusted and
queasy.

That scene from many years ago came back to haunt her.
She felt her entire body go cold when she recalled that scene. She forced herself not to succumb to the urge to shudder.
Pierre's interest in toying with her vanished when he saw the cold look on Nina's face. He initially planned for her to come here
so she would understand that she was nothing more than a plaything to him. He hoped she would drop her attitude when she
saw that she was not someone irreplaceable.
However, it seemed that Nina was not taking this type of warning seriously at all.
Pierre was furious and let go of the two women's bodies. He stared intently at Nina the way a predator stared at its prey.
“You're going to leave? Aren't you afraid that your mother and brother are going to fall and get hurt?" he asked with his eyes
narrowed, trying to hint at something.
Nina glared at him as his threats rang in her ears. If looks could kill, she would have already murdered Pierre several million
times.
Pierre grinned when he saw the sharp look she gave him and began feeling gleeful now that she was getting angry.
He felt oddly accomplished whenever he could control Nina's emotions this way.
"Pour another mug of beer," Pierre ordered the bargirl sitting on his left.
The bargirl gave Nina a quick, contemptuous gaze as she grinned and said, "Okay, Mr. Pierre."
The woman moved seductively as she picked up the mug and poured out a mug of beer.
Pierre stared at the mug and said unhappily, "Fill it to the brim."
The woman continued filling the mug when she heard that.
Nina stared at the beer that was about to flow out from the mug. Deep within herself, she knew that it was for her.
The bargirl carefully picked up the mug that was filled to the brim and placed it in front of Pierre. "Mr. Pierre, the mug is full now."
Pierre did not touch the mug. He had specially prepared the mug for Nina because he knew that the woman would be here
tonight.

"Why are you giving it to me? Give it to her," Pierre said coolly, sounding as if he were blaming the bargirl for not reading the
situation properly.
The bargirl hurriedly handed the beer to Nina. "This drink is for you from Mr. Pierre."
Nina glanced at the mug briefly. Instead of accepting it, she turned to look at Pierre and asked, "What is the meaning of this?"
"Drink up," Pierre said immediately, not bothering to waste any words.
Nina did not say anything in reply.
To emphasize his point, Pierre said, "Don't think you'll be able to discuss anything tonight if you don't drink this."
In other words, he meant that if she wanted to continue talking to him, she would have to drink this mug of beer. Nina frowned.
She did not want to drink this mug of beer, nor did she want to talk to Pierre.
However, she had been forced to make an appearance here tonight. Ever since she stepped into this place, she had put herself
into a position of being coerced. She would not have the autonomy to make any choices here.
Both did not say anything as they stared at each other.
Nina could tell from the look in his eyes that he did not feel even the slightest bit of fondness for her. She could not understand
why he was threatening and pestering her in this way.
She took a deep breath and picked up the mug that was filled to the brim with beer.
Pierre reminded her. "Don't spill a single drop, or you'll have to drink another mug."
“Pierre Mallory, you're inhumane!" Nina cursed as she picked the mug up and drank its contents.
The golden-yellow liquid traveled downward and burned her stomach. She did not have anything to eat for the whole day, and
after downing the mug of beer, her throat, esophagus, and stomach all felt terrible.
Drinking voluntarily was an enjoyable thing, and drinking when feeling sad was to eliminate sorrows. In those contexts, alcohol
was a good thing.
However, alcohol was not a good thing in this scenario, where she was being forced to drink it.

As Pierre watched Nina down the beer in one go, he purposefully applauded her and said, “I didn't expect you to be such a good
drinker."
When Nina finished drinking the beer in her mug, she seemed to be trying to provoke him as she turned the mug upside down
and said, “I've finished drinking it now. Tell me. What is it going to take for you to let me and them go?!"
First, it was Luca. Then, it was Jean. She no longer wanted to watch Pierre break the law and commit crimes.
“It's simple. If you agree to stay with me, I'll let the people around you, including your family and friends, go. I can guarantee their
safety," Pierre said as he curled his lips upward.
Nina's hands clenched into fists. She had known that this was what he wanted.
If he did not do anything to them, then naturally, they would be alright. However, she could not bring herself to stay with Pierre.
“In your dreams!" Nina said angrily. She wanted to leave, but the minute she turned around, she felt her head begin to spin. She
nearly lost her balance.
She hurriedly grabbed the wall for balance.
Pierre began laughing uproariously when he noticed this. “Nina Langdon, are you trying to leave?"
Nina felt her head growing heavier and realized that this was not because she was drunk. Instead, it was because something
had been added to her drink. She turned and glared at the man. “Pierre Mallory, you spiked my drink!"
Pierre shook his head as he picked up his mug. “To be more specific, I drugged your mug with something that will make you
pass out and comply with my wishes.
“I already knew you wouldn't agree, which is why I did this in advance. How are you feeling now? Do you feel very sleepy? Take
a nap. The dosage isn't too strong, but you won't be able to do what you want anymore when you wake up."