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

A man's face immediately flashed across Pierre's mind. Previously, he got the short end of the stick when he dealt with that man.
He became even more alert, and he asked, "Are you one of his men?"
Amur did not reply to him. Instead, he toyed with the handkerchief in his hands.
Pierre noticed his gesture and knew he was not easy to deal with. He also understood the situation he was in now. Then, he
shouted, “Oswald, come in!”
'Are you calling the man who's sleeping like a log?” Amur asked calmly. It reminded him of what Pierre had done to Luca when
he saw the terrified look on his face.
Amur suddenly wondered if he was letting Pierre off lightly if he took him to Abel just like this.
He wanted to take revenge for Luca.
"Did you kill him?” asked Pierre. He knew that man's subordinates were cruel and merciless. It was as though they were from an
organization. Hence, he would not be surprised to know that this man had killed Oswald and the others.
Pierre wanted to find out the man's true identity. That was why he investigated him.
However, he was too busy with Mallory Corporation's matters these days, and he did not continue investigating him. He did not
expect that man to send his subordinates and come looking for trouble.
"They're a little drugged out now. No one can help you. Mr. Pierre, follow me somewhere else." Amur took a step forward, trying
to overpower him and take him away.
Pierre's eyes darkened as he grabbed a knife from below his pillow. "Don't even think about it!”
Then, he thrust the knife toward Amur.
Amur dodged his attack and said, "Our boss would like to see you. Mr. Pierre, if you try to get away, I won't be responsible for my
actions.”
This was the last warning Amur gave him.
Pierre's actions gave him a good chance to fight with him. Even if he injured Pierre, Amur believed that Abel would not say
anything if he told him why.

Pierre clenched the knife in his hands. There was a hint of coldness on the sharp knife when the dim light shone on it.
As Pierre looked at Amur, who did not carry any weapons with him, he was confident that he could run away from Amur. Amur
did not have any weapons, after all.
Abel's subordinate came here without carrying any weapon with him. He was too confident.
“Cut the crap. Don't blame me if you die here today." Pierre gripped his knife tight. It was his only weapon.
Amur noticed that Pierre's hand trembled when he gripped the knife tight.
Was he injured?
Only those who had musculoskeletal injuries would have shaky hands.
"Mr. Pierre, you'll have to suffer if you refuse to listen to me," said Amur. Even though Pierre had a weapon, he was fearless.
How could an injured man win him in a fight? Even if he carried a weapon, those who were trained on the Island of Despair were
good at taking their opponent down with bare hands.
"Nonsense. If you can get out of this house today, go back and tell your boss that the Mallory family isn't easy to deal with. I'll
expose him if he dares to do something like this again. Luke's men are already searching for him," threatened Pierre. He found
out something when he was investigating Abel.
He was reticent about the results of the investigation when he told Leroy about it.
"Tell him yourself," replied Amur. He lifted his hand and planned to strike Pierre on the right shoulder.
He reckoned that Pierre had an injured right hand.
Pierre was fast. He noticed Amur's gesture and tried to stab him. However, Amur grabbed his wrist tight and stopped him.
"You..."
Before he could finish his words, Amur hit Pierre's shoulder with the palm of his hand. "Argh!"
Pierre let out a painful scream.
"Mr. Pierre, you're injured, right?" asked Amur. Then, he immediately grabbed Pierre's left hand too.

Pierre was right-handed. Leroy's subordinate had pressed against Pierre's shoulder that day and sprained his right shoulder.
Now, Amur struck hard on Pierre's injured shoulder. Pierre felt his hand aching and losing strength.
Pierre had only felt that for a moment. The next second, his grip became loose and he let go of the knife he was holding.
Clunk! The knife fell to the ground.
Amur let out a mocking laugh. "Hah, Mr. Pierre. It seems like you'll have to listen to me and follow me back."
"How dare you?!" Pierre had only uttered a few words when Amur covered his face firmly with the handkerchief, making him
swallow all his words. He could no longer say anything.
Pierre lost consciousness five seconds later.
Amur let out a tsk and violently threw him to the floor.
As Amur looked at Pierre's injured shoulder, an idea came into his mind. He wanted to break his right arm.
Pierre would still have his left arm even if he broke his right arm. He could get used to being lefthanded even if his right arm was
injured.
Besides, no one would be able to find out about it.
It would be easy on him that way.
Amur curled his lips and slowly shifted his gaze to Pierre's leg.
If Pierre, a man who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, could stay alive even after he met Abel, it would certainly hit him
hard if he found out that he had become a cripple.
“Pierre, don't blame me for doing this." Amur slowly lifted his leg. He knew every weak spot of the human body. Once he struck
the weak spot and the injury was left untreated, it would leave him crippled.
Pierre would be a cripple for the rest of his life.
The moment Amur struck him, he said, "It's your fault for messing with the person I care about the most."

Even though Pierre had lost consciousness, he let out a painful moan when Amur's leg struck him.
Amur sneered. He carried Pierre on his shoulder and left the house.
He walked straight down the street. It was almost dawn, and no one was on the street.
Amur opened the car door of the car he parked beside the street and placed Pierre in the backseat. He quickly tied Pierre's
hands and legs with the hemp rope and gagged him to prevent him from causing trouble when he was driving on the road once
he woke up.
Amur could not help but think it was hilarious when he looked at Pierre, who was tied up with rope. He picked up his phone and
took a photo of him. Then, he started the car and drove away.
Amur changed directions while he was on his way back.
He was worried that Oswald would call the police. In that case, the police would be able to track him down through surveillance
cameras. He had to be careful.
The address Abel gave him was in X City, somewhere far from A City. Amur left A City and drove all the way to X City.
At the break of dawn.
Amur stared at the bright light in the sky. Then, he turned to look at Pierre, who was in the backseat. He had not woken up.
Oswald's home.
Oswald yawned and slowly opened his eyes.
As he looked at the morning daylight, he wondered why he woke up so early today.
He would usually drink until it was late at night and only wake up at noontime. He woke up too early today. Besides, he felt
unwell, and something was wrong with his throat and nose. His throat was dry and itchy as though something had gone into it.
"I drank too much last night." He was puzzled, and he blamed it on the alcohol for making him feel unwell.