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

This floor was where T Corporation's housekeeping department was located. Pierre looked into the office. There were a few
middle-aged women who were wearing their uniforms sitting there.
The housekeeping department was the department with the least secrets in every corporation, and the people received the
lowest pay.
It was clear what Luke wanted to tell him by asking him to wait in the lounge of this department.
Pierre could not help but mock. “Very funny. Is Luke Crawford worried that I'd steal your company's confidential information?
How dare he ask me to discuss matters with him in the lounge of the housekeeping department?"
The security guards who were walking in front of him remained silent. They could not help but secretly judge him. How
shameless Pierre was. Some things were better left unsaid, but this man was blurting everything out. Was he not ashamed of
himself?
A guard pushed the door open when they arrived at the entrance of the lounge and invited them, "Mr. Pierre, please come in."
Pierre looked at the humble-looking lounge and sneered. "What kind of lounge is this? Those who see this would think T
Corporation is a small company. Is this all T Corporation has? Didn't the company just become partners with M Group? Is the
company short of money to decorate the lounge?"
The guards were secretly complaining while they listened to Pierre's sarcastic remarks.
Why were they the ones to take over the receptionist's job?
They came with the thought of watching Pierre making a fool of himself while they followed Pierre. Now that they were feeling
helpless from getting provoked by Pierre's words, there was nothing they could do.
"Mr. Pierre, that's up to them." The assistant could no longer bear it. If Old Master Mallory knew this was how Pierre was acting
when he was supposed to make things clear and apologize to Luke, he would burn with anger.
Although it was Luke's fault for making such arrangements, anyone would have done the same thing.
It was already kind of Luke to be willing to see Pierre. After all, stealing a bidding document was no small matter. If not for Luke's
document, would Pierre even have the chance to join the bid for the project?
Hence, Old Master Mallory's assistant thought that Pierre should endure it.

Pierre shot the assistant a cold glance. After he walked into the lounge, he could not help but mock. "Those who don't know you
would think that you're one of them."
"I'm Old Master Mallory's subordinate," the assistant emphasized.
Pierre sneered, knowing that the assistant was reminding him that he was instructed to keep an eye on him.
Pierre sat on the sofa and said to the guards, "I'd like a glass of wine."
The guards exchanged glances with each other. There was not much funding for the housekeeping department. How could they
have wine here?
"Are you telling me that a big company like T Corporation doesn't have any alcoholic drinks?" Pierre said disdainfully.
"T Corporation doesn't have any wine here. If you'd like to have a glass of wine, I guess the Mallory family's manor would have
tons of it." Luke's voice came from the door. The two guards let out a sigh of relief. They made way for Luke to enter the lounge
immediately.
Pierre stared at Luke, who came walking in.
Luke looked spirited, and the prideful look on his face reminded him of the scene during the signing ceremony.
Pierre had watched the live stream of the ceremony online. All he wanted to do was rip Luke into pieces!
"Really? There's no wine here? I heard that you're a wine collector. What's the matter? Is it because you don't feel like taking any
out and sharing it with me? Then why don't I buy it from you?" Pierre mocked.
Old Master Mallory's assistant, who stood behind Pierre, shook his head helplessly. With that attitude, it looked like Pierre came
here to look for trouble instead of to apologize.
"Not really. But my company isn't anything like your company, where drinking is allowed during working hours. So, we don't have
wine here, not even a bottle. If you'd like to have a drink, I can ask someone to buy it for you. What would you like to drink?"
Luke sat opposite him with his legs crossed. He placed his hands on his thighs, and he looked like he was sitting down for a
negotiation.
The arrogant look on Pierre's face turned gloomy once Luke deliberately taunted his company. "No, thank you. I didn't come here
just for a sip of wine."

"Oh, really? I thought you came here to have a taste of the wine here. Sorry to let you down. But I wonder if you're encouraging
the employees of your company to drink while they're working if you keep wine in your company? Will that affect the efficiency in
the workplace?" Luke questioned him with a string of words without waiting for him to answer. Then, he added, "I guess it has
affected the efficiency. Otherwise, your company's employees wouldn't have ended up stealing the bidding document I
eliminated just because they can't write a bid proposal."
Pierre clenched his fists. If it were not for the man behind him, he would probably throw a punch at Luke's face right now.
Old Master Mallory's assistant noticed that there was something wrong with Pierre's expression, so he reminded him with a low
voice, "Mr. Pierre..."
Pierre let go of his fists and clenched them tight again.
Pierre tried to put up with him, but what Luke said was provocative. The employees in his company were all graduates of famous
universities.
However, due to the company's insufficient funds, he could only hire those who had just graduated.
The fresh graduates who just graduated from university had the knowledge, but they did not have any experience. That was why
they would ask for lower pay.
The employees who had just joined the company were the first batch of employees, and no one was there to guide them. There
was no way they could write such a complicated bid proposal.
Pierre had thought of outsourcing, but someone showed him another way, claiming that he had a way to get T Corporation's
bidding document.
Pierre agreed to it as he was overpowered by his hatred for Luke. He thought of using T Corporation's bidding document to bring
Luke to a dead end.
However, he ended up being framed.
“It was my mistake for trusting the wrong person. I came here to apologize to you today." Pierre forced a smile. There was hatred
in his eyes, and even his resentment for Luke came through in his words.
"Apologize? Wasn't it you who gave the instructions to steal my bidding document?" Luke asked.

"It certainly wasn't me. But I made a mistake in trusting someone else. As the boss, I'd like to apologize." Pierre clenched his
fists even tighter.
He wanted to punch Luke in the face, but he was not allowed to do so under such circumstances.
Luke nodded and looked at him, waiting for him to continue talking.
Pierre did not say a word. There was dead silence in the lounge.
Old Master Mallory's assistant had no choice but to remind Pierre, "Mr. Pierre, aren't you going to apologize?"
Anger rose in him like a tide. Was it not enough? Pierre looked at Luke, rage pulsing through his veins. It nearly consumed him,
burning the last bit of his rationality.
However, Madam Mallory told him that he had to endure it. Otherwise, this matter would end terribly!
Hence, Pierre tried hard to put up with it.
"Mr. Crawford, I apologize for what happened. I'm sorry," said Pierre.
Luke could see how reluctant he was, so he asked, "Mr. Pierre, have you found anything about the person who stole the bidding
document?"
"I'm still on it," replied Pierre. He would need some time to look for someone to take the blame for him.
After all, Old Master Mallory claimed that he would hand this person over to the police.
Once this matter was left to the police, that would mean the person would be charged for breaking the law.