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

"He values his life too much to commit suicide," replied Alexsia as he glanced at the man lying on the bed.

Pierre believed he still had a chance to escape. That was why he would never take his own life.

Kazimir nodded and glanced at Pierre, who looked half-dead. He felt disgusted and asked, "Did you give him a

shot?"

"Yes. I used the medicine given by the organization. The man who developed the medicine guarantees that he

won't die even if he takes it." Alexsia smiled as he patted his companion's shoulder. Then, he added, "Keep an eye

on him. I'm leaving to have a cigarette."

"Okay." Kazimir nodded. Then, he pulled a chair and sat down.

"Oh, by the way, he might try to bribe you to help him escape. Don't lose your patience. I'm afraid that you might

kill him," Alexsia reminded him.

"Don't worry. He's our boss' fortune charm. I won't dare to do such a thing." Kazimir chuckled. He was amused by

Pierre's naivety.

It seemed like Pierre had no idea what kind of organization the Island of Despair was even after investigating them

for such a long time.

Otherwise, how could he be so naive and try to bribe them?

They had all taken the poison before, and they would not risk their lives to do something like that.

As Pierre lay in bed listening to their conversation, his eyes gradually narrowed, revealing a hint of malice.

Someone took his words as a joke for the first time...

He would not spare their lives if he could make it out here alive.

After Alexsia left, Kazimir looked at Pierre and gave a cold sneer.

"Give me some painkillers." Pierre could feel a throbbing pain in his broken leg. He knew that there were different

kinds of medicines available here. Hence, he asked for a pain relief shot.

Kazimir remained silent and motionless.

"Are you deaf?" Pierre's voice was hoarse and ominous. Even though he was kidnapped and his leg was broken, he

was still himself. He would not easily submit to these people.

"The boss didn't tell us to give it to you." Kazimir leaned against the wall as he sat on the chair. "Do you have any

idea how expensive the medicine in our organization is?"

Pierre frowned and replied, "I can afford it!"

"But our boss told us that you've been secretly investigating our organization. Even though you're still useful to us,

we can't let you off too easily. Mr. Pierre, you might as well take a breather and wait for breakfast." Kazimir glanced

at the time. Alexsia should be delivering breakfast soon.

Pierre struggled to sit up on the bed. There was no way he could escape with a broken leg. Thus, he was not tied up

either.

He stared at Kazimir with a gloomy look on his face.

Kazimir met his menacing gaze and sneered, "What's with the look on your face? You have a problem?"

Pierre remained silent.

Kazimir stood up and approached him. Then, he slapped him across the face. "What can you do even if you don't

like it? Although you're still useful to our boss, I can come up with a reason to break one of your arms since the

other guy could break one of your legs. Mr. Pierre, do you think you're still the mighty Master Pierre? If I were you,

I'd be on my knees begging for mercy."

As he looked at Pierre's side profile and his injured leg, Kazimir continued to mock him, "Oh, I forgot you have a

broken leg. You can't even kneel."

Pierre listened to his taunts and silently clenched his fist.

A few seconds later, Alexsia pushed open the door and walked into the room with a loaf of bread in his hand.

He noticed that Pierre had sat up. Then, he tossed the bread onto the bed. "Eat it."

"I need water," said Pierre. He looked down at the cheap-looking bread. Even the maids in his family would not have

this kind of bread.

Now, he had to eat it to survive.

“How troublesome," Alexsia mumbled impatiently. Still, he walked out of the room and returned with a bottle of

water. "Mr. Pierre, our boss said that you'll have to stay here for two days. You'll be free in two days. So, please

cooperate with us and don't try to do anything funny."

Pierre ignored him. He twisted off the bottle cap, took a sip of water, and picked up the bread.

The bread was dry and hard. Even though he was hungry, he found it difficult to swallow.

"The bread is stale," Pierre muttered angrily. Even though it tasted terrible, he had no choice but to eat it.

Otherwise, he might not be able to survive until the day he was released.

"Humans are truly complicated creatures. Even though you complain about how stale and terrible the bread is,

you're still swallowing it bite by bite. That's interesting. Mr. Pierre, is this what the kids of rich men do?" Kazimir

laughed boisterously.

He despised wealthy scions like him the most.

Kazimir stood out from the others on the Island of Despair. He chose to join the organization voluntarily when the

others were held captive and brought there.

Previously, he accidentally injured the son of the richest man in the village and made him a cripple.

After the father found out about it, he sought revenge by hiring a hitman to kill Kazimir and his family. Kazimir

would have died with his family if it were not for his elder brother who risked his life to protect him.