Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Abel had his own way of enchanting people's hearts.

Now, Pierre was already considering what he said. Indeed, as long as Karen was fine, he could still contend with Percy when his leg was healed.

The Mallory family could not entirely fall into the hands of Percy.

"Alright, I agree. As long as you arrange for someone to deal with my mother's affairs, I'll give you two million dollars," Pierre agreed. He felt that such a deal was fair.

"Good, it's a deal." Abel let out a light chuckle. He took out his phone and said, "But this matter requires a deposit. You only have to give me one million dollars, and I can arrange it for you tonight."

"You want a million dollars without doing anything?" Pierre frowned.

"I'm a businessman. When you said I ripped you off before, it wasn't really me ripping you off. It was Luke scheming against you. I was just as deceived as you were, so why did you suddenly make me out to be the scammer?

"I pride myself on being a person of integrity. You have the choice to trust me. In business, it's all about mutual trust if we want to have a long-lasting partnership," enticed Abel.

He did not intend to deceive Pierre this time.

As Pierre listened to him, he wondered if there would be many more opportunities for future collaboration.

If Abel could cooperate with him, it would be much easier for him to obtain Mallory Corporation. Even though he had not thoroughly investigated Abel's identity and the background of his organization, he knew that Abel's power was formidable.

With such assistance, he would definitely surpass Percy. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"Alright, I'll transfer it to you. Give me your bank account number." Pierre took out his phone.

Abel provided his account number, and Pierre transferred the money without hesitation. In a moment, one million dollars was added to Abel's account.

Abel was very satisfied with Pierre's promptness. Hence, he said, "Give your mother a call later. My people will contact her. As long as she follows my instructions, I guarantee that after tonight, no one will question her ties to Silas."

Abel finished speaking and turned around to leave from the other side.

Pierre watched his departing figure from behind. It was dark now, and he could barely make out Abel's silhouette before it disappeared entirely.

He had not even seen Abel's face clearly, nor did he know if Abel had undergone any disguise.

On the contrary, he knew that Abel had noticed how disheveled he was.

Elena watched from afar. When she saw the man leave, she narrowed her eyes. She saw Pierre struggling to maneuver the wheelchair, so she hurried over to help.

"Go away." Pierre finally managed to turn the wheelchair around, only to see Elena approaching. His expression darkened.

Elena took a few steps backward. She felt that the distance was not enough and continued to retreat several steps.

Pierre grimly picked up his phone, opened his contacts, and found Karen's number.

The money had been given. He needed Karen's cooperation now.

Elena watched him from a distance, surrounded by darkness. The light from the phone illuminated Pierre's face, casting a sinister shadow. It was quite frightening.

With so much on his mind now, Pierre dialed Karen's number.

After a while, Karen answered the call. "Pierre, why are you calling me at this hour? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Listen to me first." Pierre did not even address her as mother and went straight to the point. "My friend can help you with your matter. He'll contact you shortly, and you only need to follow his instructions."

"What friend?" Karen was puzzled. Did Pierre still have friends now?

Did his sketchy buddies even have the capability to handle his affairs? Besides, after his accident, none of those people had visited him. What help could such friends offer?

Karen was worried Pierre was being deceived. "Did that person tell you how to solve the matter, Pierre? There are many bad people nowadays. Be careful not to get tricked."

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old?" Listening to her words, Pierre felt annoyed even though she seemed concerned.

He was no longer a child, and he had his own judgment. Why was she worried he would be deceived?

When Karen said that, he remembered the losses he suffered when he dealt with Abel back then.

"No, I'm just worried about you. How can this matter be resolved? I was planning to wait until things calmed down." Karen let out a sigh. She knew this matter was difficult to resolve.

She also knew that after Old Master Mallory saw the reports online, he would definitely want to have a talk with her.

At the thought of this, Karen felt it was foolish to think she could return to Mallory Manor.

"In any case, this matter needs to be resolved. Don't mess it up this time, or no one will be able to help you." Pierre could not be bothered to communicate further with her.

Karen used to help Old Master Mallory manage the company before, so she had some experience.

However, when it came to disguises and such, she would not believe it even if Pierre told her.

Pierre did not plan to explain in detail to Karen. As long as Abel helped and Karen saw it with her own eyes, she would eventually believe it.

"Okay, but what conditions does your friend want?" Karen felt that even if there was someone who could help her with her affairs, there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

"I'll tell you after it’s settled." Pierre hung up the phone. The mosquitoes around were unbearable, and he wanted to return to the ward now.

"You, come here," Pierre called out to Elena.

Elena shuddered for a moment. Remembering how he had just brushed her off, she could not help but tremble in fear. "Yes?"

"Back to the ward," instructed Pierre.

Elena only dared to walk over and push Pierre back to the ward when she heard that.

After receiving Pierre's call, Karen waited in the living room for the phone call from the friend Pierre mentioned.

However, the person did not contact her immediately.

Karen waited for almost an hour, thinking that perhaps that person was just messing with Pierre and would not contact her at all.

She thought about contacting Pierre again to see what was going on, but thinking that he should be resting by now, calling him would disturb his rest.

She picked up her phone but then put it down again.

As soon as she put it down, the phone rang.

Karen saw it was an unfamiliar local number and immediately answered it.

"Hello." Her voice trembled involuntarily.

"Is this Ms. Karen?" A man's voice came from the other end of the line.

Karen frowned. Why did this voice sound so much like Silas’? However, she knew Silas could not possibly call her now, and he would not say such things. She asked tentatively, "Are you Pierre's friend?"

"I'm not his friend. I'm just here to help solve the problem. Ms. Karen, I need to observe Silas up close to help you resolve the issue."

"Up close?" Karen's heart immediately grew suspicious. Today's news in New Youth Daily had made her wary of everyone.

Karen had been thinking about it all day. She even suspected that there might be a mole around her. Otherwise, how could things go so wrong?

Hence, she was worried that the person was using Pierre's name to get close to her and leak firsthand information to the public.