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

The man raised his brows and asked, “Then what should we do?"

Pierre did not say anything. He stared at his secretary, who fell back onto the sofa.

"Mr. Pierre?" The man waited for him to say something. He was considered Pierre's sidekick, and he was usually

supported by Pierre to help him run some errands.

"Steal the safe box," Pierre spoke.

"Steal it? Sure thing. I'm pretty good at things like this." The man nodded. He was good at handling these things.

Stealing a safe box and increasing some manpower was not difficult for him.

Moreover, that was Pierre's company. Taking the safe box away was not considered stealing it.

Ms. Malone heard their conversation and stopped crying. She reminded embarrassingly, "Mr. Pierre, but the safe

box in your office is mounted..."

A hint of oddness flashed across Pierre's eyes. How did the secretary get hired?

Could it be that the HR department hired her for her looks? Why could she not think wisely?

The man shook his head continuously. They said attractive people were less intelligent. Pierre's secretary did not

look smart at all.

Ms. Malone fell silent when the two of them stared at her. Did she say something wrong?

"Mr. Pierre, if the safe box is mounted, perhaps I can steal the documents in there and destroy them?" The man

was talking to Pierre, but he was staring at Ms. Malone.

Even though attractive people were less intelligent, the teary-eyed and innocent look on Ms. Malone's face

managed to evoke his emotions.

Every man would want to sleep with a beautiful woman.

"Yes," answered Pierre. His malicious gaze fell on Ms. Malone, and he said, "You, go and help him."

Ms. Malone shivered for a moment. The finger Pierre was pointing at her looked like he would give her another slap

on the face anytime. Then, she replied, "Mr. Pierre, I don't know how. I'm afraid that I'll be a drag on him."

"I didn't ask you to steal. You only have to work together with him and remind him where the surveillance cameras

in the office are installed. Try to not let him appear in front of the surveillance cameras. Then, you'll call the police

the next day. Tell them someone broke into the company and stole something," said Pierre with his eyes narrowed.

"Okay.." Ms. Malone understood what he meant. It would be fine if she did not have to do it herself.

“Boss, should I steal the other documents since I'm stealing something from the office? It'll make it look real." The

man smirked at the thought that Pierre's company had many valuable things.

He would get rich by stealing things from the finance department.

"Suit yourself." Pierre threw the bottle of alcohol at the wall. There was a smashing sound, and the glass shattered,

breaking into a million pieces. "Bring me another bottle."

"I'll get you one." The man was excited. He was in a good mood when he was given the chance to take anything he

wanted in Pierre's office.

The man brought the whole bottle of liquor and handed another glass to Pierre, "Mr. Pierre, these are the last two

glasses I have here. Don't throw them."

Pierre grabbed the glasses from him and poured himself a glass of liquor.

He noticed Ms. Malone was still on the sofa. She had yet to recover from the shock, and he chastised, "What are

you doing here? You'd better handle this well. Otherwise, you're going to suffer!"

Ms. Malone immediately stood up. Her body was trembling with fear uncontrollably. "I'll go now."

The man followed behind Ms. Malone and left.

Pierre lifted his head and gulped down a mouthful of liquor. After he watched the two of them leave, he picked up

the telephone receiver.

He was worried that the police would track his phone's location if he left it turned on. That was why he turned off his

phone after he left Mallory Corporation. No one would be able to find him.

Pierre dialed Madam Mallory's phone number.

"Is this Pierre?" Madam Mallory saw that the call was coming from a landline telephone number. She immediately

guessed that it was Pierre calling.

After finding out about the posts on the online forum, Madam Mallory immediately called Pierre, but his phone was

turned off.

Madam Mallory knew Pierre would take the initiative to contact her. Even so, she was on pins and needles waiting

for his call.

"Mom, it's me." As Pierre listened to the voice of the person he was closest to, there was a hint of gloom in his

voice.

"Pierre, where are you now?" Madam Mallory asked.

"I'm in one of my subordinate's homes. It's safe here. Don't worry." Pierre looked at how dirty his surroundings

were. It was safe, indeed. The people from the Department of Justice and those police officers would never expect

to find him here.

"The people from the Department of Justice and the police officers are looking for you. They even came here

today, but your grandpa stopped them. If you can't survive out there, come home. Your grandpa's here. They won't

dare to do anything to you..." Madam Mallory felt sorry for Pierre.

Her youngest son, who had been living like a prince since he was young, had to stay in his subordinate's house.

Madam Mallory could imagine the conditions and environment of his subordinate's house. Therefore, she knew the

place Pierre was staying now must be awful.

"I can't go back now. Grandpa already knows about it," replied Pierre.