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

Pierre knew that his investigation had upset the man in front of him, so he said, “What would it take for you to let me go?"
"Haha. Mr. Pierre, do you think I went through all of that to kidnap you just so that I could let you go?" Abel laughed out loud as if
he had just heard a joke.
The men behind him started laughing too.
"You're simply delusional to be thinking of escaping the clutches of our boss." They laughed out loud again after hearing that
comment.
Pierre scanned the room to see that the only person in the house who did not laugh was the person who kidnapped him.
"Shut up," Abel immediately reprimanded his laughing subordinates.
The sound of laughter came to an abrupt stop.
Abel put a halt to the banter and said with a straight face, "How could you say that he's delusional?
Nothing is impossible."
Pierre was stunned to find out that he still had a chance.
However, he knew that getting this chance from Abel was not going to be easy and that he might have to pay a big price.
Seeing that he had nothing to say, Abel then pointed at Amur and said, "Mr. Pierre, when I first found out that you were
investigating me, I was so upset that I even sent him to kill you. Do you know why I suddenly had a change of heart?"
Pierre glanced at the man next to him before staring into the eyes of the man in the mask. "What do you want?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, how can you be so impatient when it comes to business?" Abel did not appreciate his attitude very much.
Pierre did not say a word.
He knew that the man in front of him would not kill him that easily right now, so he did not continue the conversation.
Abel said, "Fine. If you don't have anything to say, I'll continue, then. I heard that you've encountered some trouble, so I was
thinking that perhaps we could work together."

Pierre looked at his ghastly mask and sneered. "Is this how you show your sincerity in cooperating?" “Yes, you're right. Don't
forget that I was trying to kill you before this. If we do end up working together, you have to remember that you can only submit to
me," reminded Abel.
Pierre wanted to tell him to dream on, but his life was in the hands of Abel right now, so he could not say those words out loud.
"What on earth do you want?" Pierre grew more and more impatient as he tried to figure out the reason he kidnapped him here.
Abel pulled the chair behind him before sitting down and crossing his legs.
Compared to how tense Pierre was, Abel's posture was infinitely more relaxed.
"I've been thinking of starting a booming business lately, but I need money. That's why I want to ask you for some, Mr. Pierre,"
said Abel, emphasizing his last point.
He was neither asking for a loan nor an investment.
Pierre frowned. "So, this is your idea of working together!"
"Yes, and if it seems unfair to you, just think of it as the money you're paying in exchange for your life. How does that sound? It
seems like a fair deal if you think of it that way, right?" Abel said with a chuckle as he drew out a cigar from his pocket.
He then remembered that he was wearing a mask, so he could not smoke the cigar.
"That's robbery." Pierre blatantly exposed him.
"You're right, it is a robbery! Well said! I never intended to rob you in the first place, but you gave me the chance to. I heard that
you've been facing some trouble lately, and I bet that you're low on money too. It's fine if you don't have money because the
Mallory family does. Since you're the precious son of the Mallory family, it shouldn't be a problem for them to spend a bit of
money to spare your life, right?"
"How much do you want?" Pierre knew that if he refused, he could die at any moment.
The only way he could survive under these circumstances was if he agreed to Abel's request.
"You can't give me what I want, so I'll ask your family for it, and the only thing you can do is cooperate with me." Abel was very
pleased. All he had to do was hold Pierre hostage for the next two days, then everything will fall into place.

As cruel as the Mallory family may be, they would not just stand by and watch Pierre die.
Not to mention, the Mallory family had a huge family business, so taking that bit of money was nothing to them.
Pierre glared at him. "What do you want me to do?"
"Stay here for two more days and I'll tell you. I'm afraid that if you talk to them too soon, they're not going to panic. Only after
they haven't been able to reach you for long enough will they comply with my request and spare your life." Abel's sinister smile
hinted that everything was going according to plan. He was determined to get his hands on this business, but he did not want to
pay for it himself.
Therefore, he dumped the responsibility onto Pierre's lap.
He was the one who refused to stop investigating, so he deserved it!
"I can't wait until that day," said Pierre directly.
"Oh?" Abel looked at him with raised eyebrows.
“Your subordinate crippled my leg, so I need to go to the hospital to receive treatment immediately," said Pierre.
Abel turned to look at Amur.
Although Amur could not see his expression, he knew what he wanted to ask, so he explained, "Boss, I only did it because he
resisted."
"Oh, really? I was already unconscious at that time. You clearly did it on purpose!" Pierre started to get bolder after learning that
Abel would not kill him.
Although he could not return yet, he would not let the man in front of him go for injuring his leg.
"You resisted, so I crippled your leg," said Amur as he did cripple his leg.
"Huh, I see." Abel then turned to tell Pierre, "My apologies, Mr. Pierre. My men are rather heavy-handed as they're all
professionally trained and are very strong. I'm sorry that you got injured, but why did you resist? If you hadn't resisted, you
wouldn't have gotten injured. Am I not right?"

"You..." Pierre was left speechless by his logic.
"No need to worry, Mr. Pierre. It's just a broken leg. It's curable as long as the broken bone is treated and operated on within a
week, so relax. As long as your family cooperates, I'll make sure that you're admitted to the hospital within a week. As for now, I'll
have someone help you fix your leg first."
Abel then made a gesture.
A man behind him said, "Boss, let me find some equipment first."
"Find good equipment so that Mr. Pierre can stay here comfortably for the next two days." Abel smiled as he thought that Amur
crippling his leg like this was not a bad idea.
That way, Pierre would not be able to escape even if he wanted to.
"Yes, Boss." The man left.
Abel rubbed his hands together and said, "Well, that's all. I look forward to our cooperation. I just need you to bear staying in this
small house of mine for two days, Mr. Pierre. I'll send you back to A City on the third day as long as your family is cooperative."
"Wait." Pierre withdrew his sullen gaze from Amur.
"Hm?" Abel had already stood up, but he sat back down after hearing what he said. "What do you want?"
"I want to work with you," said Pierre through gritted teeth.