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

Chapter 738 Have You Ever Thought About Starting Your Own Company?
Inside the interrogation room.
The lighting was not too bright, but it was a little glaring.
There was only one table and three chairs in the interrogation room.
Leia sat at the far end and in front of her were two seated police officers who looked particularly serious.
No matter how they questioned Leia, she would not give them any answer other than she did not know.
The incandescent light made Leia's already pale face look even paler, like a ghoul.
Even though the two police officers had questioned her till their mouths were dry, she just remained silent the whole time.
They looked at each other and felt that there was no need to ask her any further, so they said to her, "Ms. Norman, follow us to
do a urine test. The test results will tell us whether you took the drugs.”
Leia sneered, and her tone sounded strange when she said, "If the test results show that I didn’t take any drugs, it means that
you guys have arrested an innocent person. If that's the case, how are you going to make it up to me? When the time comes,
you'll feel my wrath! All of you will be demoted and disciplinary action will be taken!"
The two police officers became very embarrassed.
Outside the interrogation room.
Queenie sat in the team leader's office, waiting. The deputy superintendent personally greeted her with an awkward smile, ' Mrs.
Norman, I heard that your daughter has always been a smart and well-behaved girl. I’m sure she wouldn't have done anything
illegal or disorderly, so don't worry.”
He put on a bold face and sat with Queenie awkwardly. He knew that the woman in front of him was not someone to be messed
with.
Queenie was a very capable and famous entrepreneur in their city. Plus, her husband who was backing her up was an even
more powerful person.

If he had a choice, he would rather not involve himself in this mess. Even so, there were anonymous reports of Ms. Norman's
suspected drug use and possession with proof. Therefore, when his superiors pressured him, he had no other choice.
However, Queenie acted as if she did not hear anything he said. She just sat there in a daze, unmoving.
After around 15 minutes, she stood up, went outside of the office, and made a call.
The woman's gentle voice carried a helpless cry. "Jack, something has happened to our daughter..."
When Jack received the call from his wife, he was in a meeting with the board of directors. When he heard Queenie saying that
something had happened to their daughter, his first thought was that something had happened to Bianca. For the first time, his
dignified aura cracked from the shock in front of his high-ranking directors.
When Jack realized that he was acting inappropriately, he found a quiet place and immediately gave Queenie a call back. He
asked worriedly," What's wrong with Bea? What happened to our daughter?"
Although Bianca had found out who her biological family was, she never changed her surname to Norman as a show of gratitude
to the Rayne family for their kindness in raising her. Naturally, Jack and his wife respected her wishes.
On the other side of the phone, Queenie spoke anxiously, "Our eldest daughter isn't the one in trouble. It's our youngest
daughter, Leia."
Jack calmed down a little when he heard that it was not Bianca.
He had just breathed a sigh of relief when his wife's next words left a thick layer of gloom on his upright and dignified face. "Two
police officers came to our house today and said that Leia is being suspected of drug use and possession. She was then taken
to the police station for investigation.
Leia's being interrogated now, 01' Norman. You'd better come quick. I don't think she’s in a good state of mind right now. I'm
worried that something will happen to her...”
Jack's hand almost crushed the phone as his eyes turned bloodshot, flooding with anger.
Even so, he still reassured Queenie with a calm tone, saying, "Don't worry, Queen. I'll be there soon."
In an old-timey English teahouse.

It was a secluded and artistic place decorated with a combination of Eastern and Western elements. Even though it was not a
large space, it was very well-decorated, i
There was a colorful painted folding screen made with rhinestones with a sandblasted finish and a poem on it. Soft music flowed
from the speakers above.
In front of the folding screen were two beautifully crafted chaise longue which could be sat on or lay on. It was covered with
snow-white mink cashmere and the floor was carpeted with thick velvet of the same color, giving the entire room a gorgeous and
comfortable feeling.
There was one chaise longue on each side, one on the left and one on the right. Two women dressed in two different colors were
seated on each one, both of them looking beautiful.
A pair of slender and soft hands holding a brown teapot with a small spout slowly poured the hot tea into the hand-painted
porcelain teacup.
The fragrance of tea wafted through the air, flowing upward.
The woman pouring the tea on the left was Bianca. On this day, she was wearing a plain white dress. She had a gentle
temperament, and her soft black hair was draped over her shoulders. Her oval face looked delicate and rosy, while her pair of
dark brown eyes looked bright. They were like gentle glittering pearls. Every move of hers was as elegant as a morning dewdrop
rolling down a flower petal.
The woman on the right was tall and cold. A thin green velvet scarf was tied around her snow-white neck and she had delicate,
light makeup on. Her long hair was tied into a high ponytail. Her slender legs were closed, and she was seated in a posture that
made her seem like a professional model. She looked just like a cold beautiful woman.
Bianca looked at the cold beauty in front of her. Her smile was surprisingly gentle. "Bridget, you're usually so busy. Why do you
suddenly have the time to meet up with me?"
The cold beauty was previously Bianca's senior when she was studying at St. Andrews College. Her name was Bridget
Lancaster. She was also an architecture student who studied architectural design. Eventually, the two became besties because
they had similar hobbies.
In the beginning, Bridget was very popular in their college. It was not only because of her cool and proud appearance but also
because she was excellent in her academics. She won many awards, both big and small ones, and made a name for herself in

the architectural field at a young age.
Unlike Bianca's poor family background, Bridget's family was wealthy. Even so, she was never proud because of that nor would
she look down on students from poor families. When she made friends, she did not care whether they were rich or poor. She
only cared about people's character and talent, so she was very well-liked.
Unfortunately, after Bianca returned to her home country, both of them did not contact each other as often anymore due to how
busy work was. They only occasionally contacted each other on Instagram or other social media to share about what was going
on in their lives.
She knew that Bridget was now working in one of the top ten most famous construction corporations in the world and was the
vice president. She was still as dazzling as ever.
Bridget took a sip of the fragrant tea and faintly smiled. That made Bianca feel relaxed and happy. "I haven't been back here in a
long time. When I was passing by A City today and knew you were here, I came to see you. How are you doing these days?"
Bianca picked up her cup of tea. "I'm doing fine. I got married two years ago and I have three children now. Two sons and a
daughter. The older two are almost eight years old and my younger one is two and a half years old."
Bianca had told Bridget about Luke before, so when Bianca told her that she had two eight-year-old children now, it was not
surprising to Bridget.
Bridget put down her teacup, and her cold eyes flashed with admiration." How time flies. In a blink of an eye, you have three
children now. Unlike me, who’s been single for as long as I can remember. Bianca, now that your husband is back, are you still
the interim CEO for T Corporation?"
Bianca shook her head. Nope. My grandfather got sick some time ago and needs someone to take care of him. I’ve been staying
home to take care of him and the kids. I’ll probably only go back to work after my grandfather recovers and my children are a
little older."
Bridget paused for a moment and spoke with slight sympathy, "Bianca, it’s a waste of your talent if you just be a housewife. Have
you ever thought of starting your own company after you start working again?" 'Start my own company?'
Bianca could not help but fall into deep thought...