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

“If it's not an internal decision, our chances of winning will be greater if we work together with the bidding. We have to secure the
bid this time," said Jim after analyzing the situation.
"When the detailed announcement is out, we need to have a meeting to discuss it, and if there are no problems, the company
will start working on the bidding document." Luke took a sip of wine.
Once the three of their companies joined forces, got their quotations, and T Corporation put together a proposal, the other
participating companies would not stand a chance against them, whether it be in terms of price or quality of the project.
Moreover, the other companies would have greater competition in finding partnering companies after the three of them joined
forces.
"Sure." Jim nodded as Luke would always come to him when his company needed entertainment for his development projects.
Vice versa, when he needed construction for his entertainment projects, he would also go to Luke's company to conduct
business.
They drank for a while longer, and when it was time to go home, Percy had the waiters bring over a few bags to bring back the
rest of the unopened wine.
After paying the bill, they headed out.
They had already called chauffeurs beforehand when they were in the room, and they were about to leave after they got to the
door, but they saw Jean hugging a tree on the side of the road while throwing up.
"Look at that guy." Jim patted Percy's shoulder as he was the first to notice Jean.
"Jean?" The street lights were very bright, so Percy recognized at first glance that the guy throwing up was Jean.
"He's vomiting so much. Just how much did he drink?" Percy could not help but wonder as a thug like Jean would definitely be
good at drinking, so to be in this shape...
"He's even holding a wad of cash in his hands." Percy was not fond of Jean at all
Without Jean, perhaps it would have been a lot easier for him and Nina.
They fixed their eyes on Jean, who was holding onto the green tree with one hand and a wad of cash in the other.

The wad of cash was estimated to be worth a couple of thousand dollars.
He was drinking with Pierre earlier, so it was very likely that Pierre gave the money to him.
"Let's go." Percy intended to ignore him as he was not finished with Pierre, so he did not want to meddle with other matters.
"I'll be going." After noticing that Percy did not say anything, Jim walked up to his car as he did not enjoy rubbernecking either.
Then, he told the chauffeur his address and got into the backseat.
Luke and Jason did the same and left respectively in their chauffeur's cars.
Percy returned to the car, and after the chauffeur confirmed the address with him, Percy slowly said, "Wait a moment."
"Yes, sir." The chauffeur remained silent and waited in the driver's seat.
Percy looked out the window to observe Jean's condition.
After vomiting for quite a while, he stood up straight and leaned against the tree while looking halfdead.
Percy still did not leave after that.
The staff member who stood at the door walked over to hand him a towel and seemingly told him something.
After Jean wiped his face with the towel, he just stood there with no intention of leaving.
After waiting a while, Percy saw Pierre come out and walk toward Jean. It seemed like they were talking about something.
Percy was grim-faced as he watched Pierre smile and return to Bibbler's Tale after he finished talking, whereas Jean left
drunkenly.
Although there was a distance between them, Percy could still tell that Jean left with a big smile on his face while gripping the
cash in his hands like it was a treasure.
"Let's go." Percy withdrew his gaze and let the chauffeur driver away.
"Yes, sir." The chauffeur drove away.
After Luke returned to the mansion, the lights were still on in the garden and living room.

The pale yellow light added a nice warm color to the blanket of white snow.
It also gave his heart a touch of warmth.
Luke walked into the house and took off his coat. He then walked up to the second floor and took a shower in the other bedroom
as he knew that Luca did not like the smell of alcohol. After taking a shower and changing into clean pajamas, he sniffed himself
again.
He made sure that he did not reek of alcohol before walking into Luca's bedroom.
Luca had already fallen asleep by now.
Luke's movements were light as he knew that she slept with the help of medication, so he lay down on the bed as gently as
possible.
Then, he reached his hand out to wrap Luca around the waist.
"You're back..." Luca murmured.
"I'm back. Go to sleep," Luke gently pressed against her face and whispered. He waited several seconds before confirming that
Luca was asleep, but she was not in a deep sleep, so he leaned closer to say those words.
He could not help but smile at how adorable she was.
His warm breath exhaled on Luca's face as she turned around to lie next to him face-to-face.
Her unconscious approach made Luke pleasantly surprised, so he held her in his arms quietly as he listened to their heart
beating in between each other.
What a peaceful and beautiful night...
On the other hand.
Jean returned home in a drunken state. The living room lights were still on, and he made a face of disgust.
Marie was still living at his place.

Ever since he made money, he had zero feelings for Marie, and he tried everything to chase her out. However, she kept
pestering him by staying here.
He was tired of her.
He kicked the door open and staggered inside.
“You're back." Marie stood up immediately, and in the next second, she looked at the money in his hands.
"Where did you get so much money?" Marie said in surprise. There must be at least a couple thousand dollars there, right?
Did Jean not spend most of the money he got from betraying Nina already? Why was there still so much money left?
"It's none of your business. I earned this money myself. Why, do you want it?" Jean asked with a smile as he did not forget what
Pierre said.
He must not let anyone know about the money he gave him.
"Can you give it to me?" Marie's eyes opened wide with greed. She was penniless. If she had left Jean, she might have already
starved to death on the streets.
Besides, Jean was just using her as a punching bag. It was not just in bed as she had to endure beatings when he was in a bad
mood too.
The injuries on her body still hurt.
"Are you dreaming? You should be thankful that I gave you a place to sleep, yet you still dare ask me for money? If you want
money, go ask that rich grandfather of yours. Oh yeah, you and your mother even stole a house from our family. How could you
not have money?"
"I really don't have money!" Marie frowned. It was only the day before yesterday when she found out the reason why Jean got
together with her again.
It was for the money she took at that time.