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

“Even though I hate Pierre, I hope he's okay." Nina rested her head on Percy's chest, feeling the warmth of his body and the
strong thumping of his heart.
Nina was no saint. The reason why she hoped Pierre was fine was because she did not want the days ahead to be difficult for
Percy.
Especially when both Karen and Old Master Mallory were concerned about his life.
If they failed to save Pierre this time and if something happened to him, Old Master Mallory and Karen would definitely blame
Percy. Their days ahead would get harder and harder.
Therefore, even though Nina held a grudge against Pierre, she still prayed that nothing bad would happen to him.
Percy cupped her face and planted a hot, wet kiss on her forehead.
He was destined to not get any sleep tonight.
After all, what happened to Pierre was different from anything they had experienced before.
Previously, he could personally participate in it while knowing the scores. However, Pierre was being held captive in X City at the
moment while he had to stay in A City.
The Island of Despair had a base in A City. They might be watching them from somewhere outside.
If Percy left A City, the members in X City would be informed and Pierre could be moved to another place any time. This would
nullify the efforts made by Gordan earlier.
Hence, Percy had no choice but to wait in A City and call the shots behind the scene. He could not make any real moves to
rescue Pierre.
Neither could Luke nor Jim.
That was why Percy felt so uneasy. He could not participate in this mission. He could only wait for the results.
This made him more anxious than those who were waiting to take action.
Percy could not sleep, but Nina had to.

He urged her to rest, "It's getting late. Go to sleep."
Nina hesitated for a moment but eventually shook her head. She could tell that Percy had no intention of resting.
How could she rest?
Maybe Percy was worried about the mission, or he was worried about Pierre. Still, Nina was worried about Percy and the
mission.
Nina held a deep grudge against Pierre. A large part of her previous misery and despair in her life came from him.
She wanted him dead.
However, what if he really died? Nina dared not think about how the Mallory family would pressure Percy.
Percy knew it well. When faced with the possibility of either Pierre dying or being rescued and him continuing to compete with
him, Percy would rather choose the latter option.
"Hey, listen, I'll let you know if anything happens." Percy knew that Nina was worried about him and the mission, which was why
she refused to sleep.
"I can't sleep." Nina buried her head in his chest and replied with a muffled voice.
She thought Percy had won against Pierre, and everything would be fine after that. Who would have known what would happen
next?
Nina felt sorry for him.
"Do you still have the sleeping pills the doctor prescribed for you?" asked Percy. Despite Nina's improved psychological state,
she still occasionally suffered from insomnia. Hence, the doctor continued to prescribe sleeping pills for her and advised her to
only take them when she could not sleep.
"Yes." Nina took a deep breath and sighed. "Sigh."
"I'll go to sleep, but you have to stay by my side until I fall asleep. Then you may deal with Pierre's matter." Nina reckoned that
the operation would not start that early.
Otherwise, Percy would already be sitting in the study room instead of convincing her to sleep.

"Okay." Percy's voice was gentle. He followed Nina upstairs to the bedroom.
Nina took a sleeping pill and lay down on the bed.
Percy leaned against the headboard, keeping her company.
They held each other's hands tightly. Nina was like a child, holding onto his hand and snuggling her face up against it. She
closed her eyes obediently.
Half an hour later, Percy gently withdrew his hands when Nina's breathing became even and she was truly asleep.
As Percy watched her peaceful sleeping face, he got up quietly, picked up his phone, put on his shoes, and went to the study.
It was only two o'clock in the morning.
He sat in his office chair, opened the drawer, and took out a cigarette. Then, he lit it and watched the time slowly tick by as he
waited in silence.
What happened next would depend on how well Gordan performed tonight.
Percy did not tell Old Master Mallory about the operation this time.
The old master was getting old, and he tended to be conservative when it came to things like this. He would not agree to such a
risky approach.
After all, he was worried that he would outlive the younger generation. That was why he was not willing to do it no matter how it
turned out.
However, if the kidnappers were really allowed to lead them around like a puppet on a string, more people would challenge the
authority of the Mallory family in the future.
The Mallory family had been able to stand tall in A City for years because of the ruthlessness of the Mallory family members.
The idea that one could achieve high status without offending anyone was not true.
Even Pierre, who had previously worked for the Mallory family, had offended many people in both the criminal underworld and
the lawful world.

Therefore, what Percy did was to protect the future of the Mallory family and to protect Nina.
Otherwise, those people in the underworld would try every means to kidnap the people of the Mallory family and his beloved
woman, Nina, upon learning this. How could they allow that?
Besides, while others might like bringing a few bodyguards along with them, Percy knew Nina well enough. She would not like
being followed around by bodyguards all the time.
Hence, no matter what, he had to make sure Gordan rescue Pierre by force this time.
It was 4:40 in the morning.
X City.
Gordan yawned and peered through his telescope, looking at the building across from him. "What's the situation?" asked
Gordan.
"They're all resting," replied Leroy, who stood by his side.
Gordan knew that five o'clock in the morning was the time they were most relaxed and unguarded. One of them was a night
person.
He never slept before 3 a.m.
Those who slept after 3 a.m. would enter deep sleep by 5 a.m.
Their consciousness was the weakest now. It was the perfect time for them to take action.
Gordan yawned again. "If that bastard could just fall asleep earlier, we wouldn't have to stay up this late."
Leroy could not help but tease him, "Didn't you just come back from Russia? Isn't it only 11 p.m. there?
You're already tired at this time? Mr. Norton, I can see you have a healthy daily routine."
Gordan saw through Leroy's jest.
Then, he replied, "I've been in A City for a long time now, and my jet lag is already reversed. Staying up all night is tough. I need
to smoke a cigarette, or I'll be too tired to take action later."

After that, Gordan put down his telescope and pulled out his cigarette.
"Can I have one?" asked Leroy. He had already finished smoking his cigarettes.
"My cigarettes taste stronger than others. Try one," replied Gordan. He shared his preferred brand of cigarette generously with
him.
Leroy took it from him. Then, he lit it and took a puff.
The intense menthol flavor overwhelmed his senses.
"Cough, cough." Leroy did not expect the cigarette to be icy cold. He could not help but choke. "How can you handle such a
strong cigarette?"