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

Percy sneered when he heard Pierre's words. He and Luke knew he would say this.

Old Master Mallory flipped through the bidding document and looked up at the two brothers.

“This bidding document..." He tossed the bidding document to the side of the couch.

“This is my bidding document," Pierre said through gritted teeth. Although this useless bidding document had cost

him a large sum of money, he could only bite the bullet and say that it belonged to him.

"Pierre!" Percy's lowered his voice as he issued a warning.

"What? Are you still going to help an outsider to teach me a lesson? You had me out at sea with my hands and feet

tied up for so many days. How could you do such a thing to your own brother?" Pierre looked at him provocatively.

"What?" Madam Mallory exclaimed before Old Master Mallory could even react. "You were tied up for so many

days? Are you hurt? Dear God, how could you do this to your brother, Percy?" Madam Mallory looked Pierre up and

down.

At the same time, Old Master Mallory asked, "This bidding document is from your brother's company. What do you

have to say about that?"

Percy was not surprised to see that both elders chose to side with Pierre.

After all, he had already gone against their wishes by insisting on being with Nina.

It would not be long before he became the abandoned son of the Mallory family.

It was no surprise.

"Pierre, do you know who you're dealing with? If you keep insisting, I won't bat an eye regardless of whatever

happens to you in the future." Percy issued his last warning.

If Pierre was willing to repent in front of their elders, Percy would still look after him in the future.

However, if Pierre refused to admit what he did wrong, there was no need to hold on to this brotherhood anymore.

Pierre's face became dark and sullen as he was stunned. Percy knew about Abel?

Old Master Mallory's gaze fell on Pierre once again. His sullen face did not look like he was panicking.

Percy's phone rang.

He glanced at it and saw that it was Luke. He rejected the call instead of picking up.

This was a signal between the two of them. It meant that Old Master Crawford was on his way to Mallory Manor.

He had to leave, lest he got into trouble with Old Master Crawford as well.

“Fine. If you insist on not saying anything, whatever happens in the future, you'll carry the burden yourself." Percy

left right after finishing.

The maid brought a pair of scissors over.

Madam Mallory hurriedly untied Pierre and said in discontent, "Why did you get into a conflict with your brother?"

"It was him who went crazy. He's siding with Luke instead of me. It's obvious that he and Luke are trying to slander

me," said Pierre.

Madam Mallory frowned. Although the relationship between the two brothers was getting worse day by day, Percy

would never do such a thing.

Percy had disobeyed the family's arrangement and insisted on being with Nina, which made the old master very

upset.

However, Percy had stirred up big trouble before. Even so, the company and everything else were still not handed

over to Pierre. Hence, there was no need for him to go to such lengths for his own benefit.

Old Master Mallory looked at Madam Mallory spoiling Pierre with a stern face. "Pierre, tell me. Did your company

really prepare this bid?"

"Grandpa, it was prepared by my employees." Pierre twisted his wrists, which had been tied up so tightly it left a big

red scar.

Madam Mallory's heart ached when she saw the scar and asked the maid to bring some medicine so she could

apply it to Pierre's wrists.

"Really?" Old Master Mallory asked once again as he understood both his grandsons' temper.

Based on Pierre's current nature, he was indeed capable of stealing bidding documents.

On the other hand, Percy would not set Pierre up for an outsider if he were innocent.

Pierre became impatient as the old master repeatedly questioned him but also worried. Had the old man sensed

that something was off?

After all, the old master had been in the business for so many years and was not an easy man to fool.

"Nowhere in this bidding document shows that it's from T Corporation. Besides, if I had gotten someone to steal it

for me, I would need money. Where would I have gotten the money from..."

Old Master Mallory nodded. Pierre had a point. He indeed did not have money.

He did force Pierre to shut down several operations in the gray market, and Pierre had to pay the partners involved

a hefty sum.

Madam Mallory had helped him out a bit, but the money mostly came from his pocket.

Therefore, Old Master Mallory believed that he did not have much money.

"Alright, have you had breakfast yet? If not, ask the cook to make you some," said Old Master Mallory.

Pierre heaved a sigh of relief as he had gotten away with it.

He was the one who submitted this bidding document first. Everything that had to do with T Corporation in the

bidding document was erased, so there was no evidence to speak of.

“I haven't slept in days, so I'll go upstairs to take a nap." For the past few days, Pierre had not been able to sleep a

wink as he was at the mercy of Percy.

Madam Mallory was heartbroken when she heard those words. "Wait a moment. I'll help you massage your hands,

or there'll be bruises."

After glancing at his wrists, Pierre could not care less and said, "Forget it."

"How can I just leave it be. The scar is so dark..."

"Leave him alone. Pierre isn't a child anymore. Why are you still treating him like one? If he were lucky, he'd have

his own child by now." Old Master Mallory interrupted Madam Mallory's thoughts.

Madam Mallory dared not say anything more as the old master was clearly in a bad mood after the mess Percy

caused.

Speaking of children, Pierre was once again reminded that Nina used to be pregnant with his child.

If he had not tormented her and kept her from getting what she wanted, the child would be several years old by

now.

She would not have chosen Percy either.

She did it on purpose to get back at him!

"Mom, I have something to ask you," said Pierre.

Madam Mallory glanced at Old Master Mallory's gloomy expression and said, "Let's talk upstairs and not disturb

your grandfather drinking tea."

The old master had the habit of drinking tea every morning. Those who knew about it would know not to stir things

up to upset the old master during this time.

Percy knew this, yet he purposely chose to come at this time.

Pierre did not want Old Master Mallory to hear what he had to say, so he nodded. The mother and son went

upstairs.

Old Master Mallory grunted as he picked up the bidding document. "Mr. Bennet."

"Yes, Old Master Mallory. What can I do for you?" Mr. Bennet asked cautiously, lest he spoke in the wrong tone and

anger the old master.

"Bring me my reading glasses," ordered Old Master Mallory.

"Got it." Mr. Bennet walked into the old master's study and retrieved the glasses from the desk. He handed them to

the old master.

The old master put on the glasses and began to read through the bidding document.

He did not fully trust Pierre, nor did he fully trust Percy.

"Old Master Mallory, your tea has gotten cold. Should I pour you a new cup?" Mr. Bennet asked carefully.