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

This floor was where T Corporation's housekeeping department was located. Pierre looked into the office. There

were a few middle-aged women who were wearing their uniforms sitting there.

The housekeeping department was the department with the least secrets in every corporation, and the people

received the lowest pay.

It was clear what Luke wanted to tell him by asking him to wait in the lounge of this department.

Pierre could not help but mock. “Very funny. Is Luke Crawford worried that I'd steal your company's confidential

information? How dare he ask me to discuss matters with him in the lounge of the housekeeping department?"

The security guards who were walking in front of him remained silent. They could not help but secretly judge him.

How shameless Pierre was. Some things were better left unsaid, but this man was blurting everything out. Was he

not ashamed of himself?

A guard pushed the door open when they arrived at the entrance of the lounge and invited them, "Mr. Pierre,

please come in."

Pierre looked at the humble-looking lounge and sneered. "What kind of lounge is this? Those who see this would

think T Corporation is a small company. Is this all T Corporation has? Didn't the company just become partners with

M Group? Is the company short of money to decorate the lounge?"

The guards were secretly complaining while they listened to Pierre's sarcastic remarks.

Why were they the ones to take over the receptionist's job?

They came with the thought of watching Pierre making a fool of himself while they followed Pierre. Now that they

were feeling helpless from getting provoked by Pierre's words, there was nothing they could do.

"Mr. Pierre, that's up to them." The assistant could no longer bear it. If Old Master Mallory knew this was how Pierre

was acting when he was supposed to make things clear and apologize to Luke, he would burn with anger.

Although it was Luke's fault for making such arrangements, anyone would have done the same thing.

It was already kind of Luke to be willing to see Pierre. After all, stealing a bidding document was no small matter. If

not for Luke's document, would Pierre even have the chance to join the bid for the project?

Hence, Old Master Mallory's assistant thought that Pierre should endure it.

Pierre shot the assistant a cold glance. After he walked into the lounge, he could not help but mock. "Those who

don't know you would think that you're one of them."

"I'm Old Master Mallory's subordinate," the assistant emphasized.

Pierre sneered, knowing that the assistant was reminding him that he was instructed to keep an eye on him.

Pierre sat on the sofa and said to the guards, "I'd like a glass of wine."

The guards exchanged glances with each other. There was not much funding for the housekeeping department.

How could they have wine here?

"Are you telling me that a big company like T Corporation doesn't have any alcoholic drinks?" Pierre said

disdainfully.

"T Corporation doesn't have any wine here. If you'd like to have a glass of wine, I guess the Mallory family's manor

would have tons of it." Luke's voice came from the door. The two guards let out a sigh of relief. They made way for

Luke to enter the lounge immediately.

Pierre stared at Luke, who came walking in.

Luke looked spirited, and the prideful look on his face reminded him of the scene during the signing ceremony.

Pierre had watched the live stream of the ceremony online. All he wanted to do was rip Luke into pieces!

"Really? There's no wine here? I heard that you're a wine collector. What's the matter? Is it because you don't feel

like taking any out and sharing it with me? Then why don't I buy it from you?" Pierre mocked.

Old Master Mallory's assistant, who stood behind Pierre, shook his head helplessly. With that attitude, it looked like

Pierre came here to look for trouble instead of to apologize.

"Not really. But my company isn't anything like your company, where drinking is allowed during working hours. So,

we don't have wine here, not even a bottle. If you'd like to have a drink, I can ask someone to buy it for you. What

would you like to drink?" Luke sat opposite him with his legs crossed. He placed his hands on his thighs, and he

looked like he was sitting down for a negotiation.

The arrogant look on Pierre's face turned gloomy once Luke deliberately taunted his company. "No, thank you. I

didn't come here just for a sip of wine."

"Oh, really? I thought you came here to have a taste of the wine here. Sorry to let you down. But I wonder if you're

encouraging the employees of your company to drink while they're working if you keep wine in your company? Will

that affect the efficiency in the workplace?" Luke questioned him with a string of words without waiting for him to

answer. Then, he added, "I guess it has affected the efficiency. Otherwise, your company's employees wouldn't

have ended up stealing the bidding document I eliminated just because they can't write a bid proposal."

Pierre clenched his fists. If it were not for the man behind him, he would probably throw a punch at Luke's face

right now.

Old Master Mallory's assistant noticed that there was something wrong with Pierre's expression, so he reminded

him with a low voice, "Mr. Pierre..."

Pierre let go of his fists and clenched them tight again.

Pierre tried to put up with him, but what Luke said was provocative. The employees in his company were all

graduates of famous universities.

However, due to the company's insufficient funds, he could only hire those who had just graduated.

The fresh graduates who just graduated from university had the knowledge, but they did not have any experience.

That was why they would ask for lower pay.

The employees who had just joined the company were the first batch of employees, and no one was there to guide

them. There was no way they could write such a complicated bid proposal.

Pierre had thought of outsourcing, but someone showed him another way, claiming that he had a way to get T

Corporation's bidding document.

Pierre agreed to it as he was overpowered by his hatred for Luke. He thought of using T Corporation's bidding

document to bring Luke to a dead end.

However, he ended up being framed.

“It was my mistake for trusting the wrong person. I came here to apologize to you today." Pierre forced a smile.

There was hatred in his eyes, and even his resentment for Luke came through in his words.

"Apologize? Wasn't it you who gave the instructions to steal my bidding document?" Luke asked.

"It certainly wasn't me. But I made a mistake in trusting someone else. As the boss, I'd like to apologize." Pierre

clenched his fists even tighter.

He wanted to punch Luke in the face, but he was not allowed to do so under such circumstances.

Luke nodded and looked at him, waiting for him to continue talking.

Pierre did not say a word. There was dead silence in the lounge.

Old Master Mallory's assistant had no choice but to remind Pierre, "Mr. Pierre, aren't you going to apologize?"

Anger rose in him like a tide. Was it not enough? Pierre looked at Luke, rage pulsing through his veins. It nearly

consumed him, burning the last bit of his rationality.

However, Madam Mallory told him that he had to endure it. Otherwise, this matter would end terribly!

Hence, Pierre tried hard to put up with it.

"Mr. Crawford, I apologize for what happened. I'm sorry," said Pierre.

Luke could see how reluctant he was, so he asked, "Mr. Pierre, have you found anything about the person who stole

the bidding document?"

"I'm still on it," replied Pierre. He would need some time to look for someone to take the blame for him.

After all, Old Master Mallory claimed that he would hand this person over to the police.

Once this matter was left to the police, that would mean the person would be charged for breaking the law.