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.