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.

legs were still sore, so she had to hold on to the furniture as she made her way to

soundly

so loud that they even drowned out the sound

mouth curled up into an ominous smile. When she had money, Jean treated her like a treasure; now that she had no money, he treated

him a taste of

he was asleep so that he would wake up immediately if someone were to take his

moment and sleeping like a dead

smile on Marie's face grew wider and wider as she lifted the corner of the pillow with

wad of money, and her

She got it!

money in her

cash was so thick that it formed a bulge

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

through Marie's

not for him, the rest of her life would not have been ruined. She was even naive enough to

to murder

as murdering was against the law. She did not want to go back to prison and suffer the consequences

she looked at the watch on his

he bought this watch the day after he got the money from

just a poor loser, yet he splurged on

strap and took the watch with

sold for a lot

what she wanted, she 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

the room. She took out the suitcase she had

and she had packed her bags as well. However, she realized that she had no money, so she had nowhere to go at the

bring her to the station so that Jean would not be able

this few thousand dollars, she could live

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 to

was the following

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