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

Mr. Peralta and Ms. Malone left Pierre's office together.

Ms. Malone could not help but tremble at the thought of Pierre's expression when he warned them, then she looked at Mr. Peralta worriedly. She said, “Mr. Peralta, is it really alright for us to do such a thing?"

They had stolen T Corporation's bidding document...

Pierre would save himself if Luke investigated this matter. He would pass the buck to the two of them. Then, they would have to bear the responsibility for everything. They were the ones who would be in deep trouble.

Mr. Peralta looked miserable too, and he replied, "I'm not sure either. If Luke sees the bidding document when it's released to the public, I'm afraid he'll find a way to deal with our company. Mr. Mallory might shift the blame to us to protect himself."

Mr. Peralta had already thought of that when he was doing this.

However, what else could he do even if he knew it?

As Pierre's subordinate, he had no choice but to accept his boss' arrangement. Besides, he had already read the bidding document. Would Pierre let him get away with it?

He only became in charge of the company after working for Pierre for many years. Another assistant was responsible for some top-secret information about the company.

However, he could still find out certain things.

Pierre's company appeared to be legal, but the company had been secretly making deals in gray areas.

That was why Mr. Peralta dared not to say anything even though he knew amending the bidding document and making it their own was wrong. He was left with no choice as he had read the bidding document before, so he could only drag Ms. Malone into this.

"I feel like quitting.." Ms. Malone frowned, putting on a long face.

Mr. Peralta reminded her, "Do you think you can quit the job as you wish? You'll have to wait until this is over. Otherwise, Mr. Mallory won't let you go that easily."

"Then when will this end?" Ms. Malone could not imagine how she was going to spend her days worrying about this when she heard that she was not allowed to quit yet. She realized that the worst decision she had ever made was to work here.

"It's hard to tell. This will end if our company doesn't get chosen for the project and our actions aren't discovered by T Corporation. The contents of the bidding document will be published if our company wins the bid. If that's the case, this won't end until the project finishes," said Mr. Peralta.

is ridiculous!" Ms. Malone looked at Mr. Peralta helplessly when she realized that she could not get herself away

Malone's face. He was worried that Luke would come looking for trouble. The rest of the matters

always keep a few tricks up their sleeves. They would probably have evidence to

don't have a choice. Let's just do our parts." Mr. Peralta patted Ms. Malone's shoulder and walked

them that they were allowed to go back home early, but Mr. Peralta was not planning to

Peralta's office rang when he had just sat

pressed

receptionist. "Mr. Peralta, a man named Mr. Abel would like to meet Mr. Mallory, but he didn't make any appointments with him. Can you please help me to ask

people would like to meet Mr. Mallory, so Pierre would not usually meet anyone if they did not have

though he only owned a small company, he still gave

we should

up the receptionist's

such a matter. To

Pierre picked

have a visitor who doesn't have an appointment to see you. His name is Mr. Abel." Mr. Peralta conveyed

he heard Abel's name, "Take

was slightly surprised. Pierre, who had always been proud and never shown any respect for others had actually agreed to let a

Peralta replied, "Alright, Mr.

this person seriously. Thus, he went downstairs to

Peralta when she saw him downstairs, "Good

said Mr. Peralta. It only took him a glance to know who Abel

did not sound

Peralta walked toward a man who had Caucasian facial features and greeted him respectfully, "Hello, Mr. Abel. Mr.

with an unlit cigar between his index finger

tell him that no smoking

he

led Abel to the lounge. He pushed the door