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

“Yes, Old Master Mallory." Mr. Bennett looked down and answered, but he secretly thought that it was still a little difficult to find
out where Pierre was.
Pierre knew too many scumbags. Besides, there were a few hiding places for him to hide. They might not be able to find him at
all.
However, when Mr. Bennett saw how desperate Old Master Mallory was to find Pierre and seeing that he had no other
instructions, he asked in a low voice, "Old Master Mallory, is there anything else I need to do?"
Old Master Mallory replied with a long face, "No, you may leave."
"Okay, Old Master Mallory. Call me if you need anything." Mr. Bennett looked down and left the room.
After leaving Old Master Mallory's bedroom, Mr. Bennett picked up his phone and did what he was told. He informed those men
to continue looking for Pierre.
Mr. Bennett did think that Pierre might be hiding in one of his friends' places. That was why he sent some of the men there.
However, it was not that easy to find out where these people lived.
Pierre sat there, asking the man who served him the liquor, "Is Oswald back yet?"
"Mr. Pierre, Oswald isn't back yet," replied the man. Oswald was the man Pierre sent to steal his documents at his office.
"He's pretty slow in stealing something. What a useless guy," Pierre complained. Then, he took another sip of liquor and
frowned, "What's this?"
"Absolu..." replied the man who brought him the liquor.
"Are you nuts? Why did you give me such bad liquor?" Pierre rose to his feet, picked up the bottle, and poured the liquor on top
of the man's head.
The gurgling sound of liquid was heard as the contents were poured out of the bottle. The man felt an icy chill on his head, but
he dared not to say anything.
Now, no one dared not to piss Pierre off.

"Go and get some good liquor for me!" demanded Pierre.
The man shivered for a moment and replied in a low voice, "Mr. Pierre, you've finished drinking all the good ones here. This is all
we have left."
"Can't you go out and get some for me?!" Pierre glowered at the man. He could not help but feel irritated.
When did he ever drink such bad liquor?
If it were not for Percy, he would be drinking good wine, holding a pretty woman in his arms, and celebrating his success of
becoming the chairman and CEO of Mallory Corporation.
"I-I have no money. Mr. Pierre, why don't you give me some money? I'll go get some for you!" replied the man. The liquor Pierre
drank was expensive, and he could hardly afford them.
Furthermore, even if he had the money, he dared not help Pierre to pay first.
Pierre was in trouble now. It was hard to tell if he could still be the second young master of the Mallory family. If he could not pay
for the liquor they bought him, would they not be in trouble, then?
"Ask Oswald to give you the money." Pierre threw the bottle on the ground and sat slumped on the sofa.
"Oswald went out to run some errands for you..." The man reminded Pierre. He saw Pierre narrowing his eyes, and he knew he
was drunk.
He asked if Oswald returned a moment ago.
Now, he wanted him to ask for some money from Oswald.
Pierre slightly opened his eyes and pondered what the man said to him. It seemed like Oswald was out running some errands for
him.
Pierre took his wallet out. He opened his wallet and looked at it. There was not even a banknote in it. He laughed at himself and
muttered, "Well, who uses cash these days?"
Then, he took his phone out and tapped on the screen. There was no response. Only then did he realize that his phone was
turned off.

He could not turn on his phone, not even for a short period. There was a chance his location might be tracked.
Even if it was not the people from the Department of Justice who were tracking him, it might be Percy's men.
Percy, a brother who had blood ties with him, made him end up in such a mess.
The man saw Pierre take out his phone and said, "Mr. Pierre, why don't you send me some money to my bank account and I'll
get the liquor for you?"
Pierre flew into a rage and snapped. "Get lost. Do you want me to expose where I am now?"
The man rubbed his nose and left embarrassedly.
He was secretly cursing Pierre. Pierre was in distress, indeed. He did not even dare to turn on his phone.
Pierre continued to sit on the sofa without saying anything.
Two hours later, Oswald hurried back. He was pressing Pierre's secretary's head when he walked in. "Mr. Pierre, I'm back," said
Oswald.
Pierre opened his eyes and looked at Oswald. Then, he asked drunkenly, "How did it go?"
"As long as I'm the one on the mission, I'll definitely succeed. Look, these are the documents that I took from the safe box. There
are some other things too. Uh, the things in your office." Oswald put the plastic bag that he used to keep the documents on the
sofa.
Pierre picked up the plastic bag.
“Mr. Pierre, do we need to burn the bag of documents now?" Oswald asked.
“I still need them." Pierre shook his head. He narrowed his eyes as he stared at the woman who was tied up with rope and lifted
his jaw. Then, he asked, “What's the matter?"
“This woman tried to call the police. Fortunately, I was fast enough to stop her and tied her up. Otherwise, we would've been in
trouble. Mr. Pierre, you must teach this woman a lesson. Don't let her go easily," replied Oswald as he pointed at the woman's
forehead, waiting for Pierre's instructions.

Pierre raised his brows and turned to look at Ms. Malone.
Ms. Malone cried as she shook her head. “Mr. Pierre, that's not the truth. I saw them stealing the cash kept at the financial
department. I wanted to stop them, but they ignored me. That's why I thought of calling the police. I didn't mean to do anything
else!"
"Hah, you just wanted to call the police. Once the police officers arrived, not only would they arrest us, but they'd be able to find
out Mr. Pierre's location too. Mr. Pierre, what a vicious woman she is." Oswald narrowed his eyes, staring at Ms. Malone's
swollen face. He could no longer suppress the burning desire within him.
Another side of Ms. Malone's face was red and swollen. Oswald had slapped her face when he noticed that she was trying to call
the police.
However, even though her face was red and swollen, she had a good figure. The office wear on her showed off her curvy body
figure well. She could steal any man's heart away.
Pierre turned to look at Ms. Malone, and he asked, “You wanted to call the police?"
Ms. Malone begged for mercy. “Mr. Pierre, the cash in the office belongs to you. They were trying to steal it..."
“How could they hide from the police if they didn't steal it?!" Pierre picked up the empty bottle on the coffee table and smashed it
on the floor.
"Ah!" Ms. Malone cried out in surprise. The glass broke and shattered into pieces on the ground.
A shard of broken glass scratched Ms. Malone's face.
Oswald, who stood beside Pierre, muttered, “Tsk, tsk." He felt sorry for her.
Pierre did not know how to treat women. How could he disfigure such a pretty face?
Ms. Malone covered her bleeding face and begged for mercy, “Mr. Pierre, I'm sorry. I'll never do something like that again."
“You want me to be imprisoned, huh? I'll send you to hell first!" Pierre's eyes reddened. Oswald immediately stopped him and
said, “Mr. Pierre, calm down. At least this woman didn't mess things up."
Pierre turned to look at him.

“She has mostly behaved herself. She even told us how to stay away from the surveillance cameras. The police officers probably
can't find anything there. We're in a sensitive situation now. You have to control your emotions. You can't have someone's blood
on your hands now," advised Oswald.
“Then are we letting her get away with this?" Pierre narrowed his eyes. A wave of violent fury rose in him at the thought of being
betrayed by someone.
“Why don't you let me take care of her? I promise I'll make her regret betraying you!" Oswald rubbed his hand and turned to look
at Ms. Malone while secretly mumbling to himself, “Tsk, she still looks good even though she's been disfigured."