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

She had sold that house a long time ago, but the money was squandered before she was even put in jail.

Hence, she had no money left at all.

“You don't have money? Then shut up!" Jean bent down with a sinister look on his face and slapped Marie's face a few times with the cash in his hands. "In my house, I'm in charge. If you don't have money, just shut the f*ck up!"

His breath reeked of alcohol, and Marie looked at him full of hatred.

"What's with that look? Just looking at you makes me lose my appetite! If you don't want to live here, get out. With that run-down body of yours, no one will take pity on you and give you a place to live!" Jean showed no mercy as he pinched her chin forcefully.

Instantly, Marie's face was bruised by the pinch.

"It hurts!" She was in so much pain that her tears started overflowing.

Jean grunted and let go. He was put in a good mood again upon seeing the cash in his hand.

"If you still want to live here, be more honest with me. For old times' sake, I won't let you starve to death." After saying those cruel words, Jean turned around and went back to his room.

Marie massaged her chin in silence while tears streamed down her face and hatred filled her eyes.

She hated Bianca, she hated Jean, and she hated it all!

Jean had spent almost all the money he took from her, but he still had enough to splurge for quite some time now with the stack of money he got from who knew where!

All he cared about was money, right? Then, she would turn him into a poor wretch!

Marie sat on the sofa and looked at the clock hanging on the wall with dead eyes.

After drinking, Jean would usually beat people up violently and go to sleep afterward. Not to mention, he was the type to sleep like a log.

She waited until he had fallen into a deep sleep.

The clock on the wall ticked away. After an hour, Marie slowly got up.

so she had to hold on to the furniture as she made her way

soundly

were so loud that they even drowned out the sound

had money, Jean treated her like a treasure; now that she had no money, he treated her

going to give him a taste of his own

pillow when he was asleep so that he would wake up

at the moment and sleeping like a dead

corner of the pillow with one hand. She reached under it with the

out the thick wad of money, and

She got it!

money in her

so thick that it formed

doorway, so she could see the room clearly. The money was already in her hands, yet Jean

flashed through Marie's

the rest of her life would not have been ruined. She was even naive enough to think that she would have a

to

against the law. She did not want to go back to prison and suffer

looked at the

this watch the day after he got

just a poor loser, yet he splurged on a thousand-dollar watch just to show

carefully undid the strap and took

for

looked contemptuously at Jean lying on the bed. He should be glad that this was A City, a place with a well-established legal system. Otherwise, he would have been dead by

pocket, she turned to leave the room. She took out the suitcase she had packed two days ago

well. However, she realized that she had no money, so she had nowhere to go at the time. However, she could finally

bring her to the station so that

this few thousand dollars, she could live outside for

too late to come back if she ran out of money, and she had a backup plan if Jean were to ever ask her for money. Hence, she had nothing

was the

woke up, he sat up and reached under his pillow only to find out that the money he put under the pillow was gone, along with