Female Novel
Chapter 2618
“Yes, Old Master Mallory." Mr. Bennett looked down and answered, but he secretly thought that it wasstill a little difficult to find out where Pierre was.
Pierre knew too many scumbags. Besides, there were a few hiding places for him to hide. They mightnot be able to find him at all.
However, when Mr. Bennett saw how desperate Old Master Mallory was to find Pierre and seeing thathe had no other instructions, he asked in a low voice, "Old Master Mallory, is there anything else I needto do?"
Old Master Mallory replied with a long face, "No, you may leave."
"Okay, Old Master Mallory. Call me if you need anything." Mr. Bennett looked down and left the room.
After leaving Old Master Mallory's bedroom, Mr. Bennett picked up his phone and did what he was told.He informed those men to continue looking for Pierre.
Mr. Bennett did think that Pierre might be hiding in one of his friends' places. That was why he sentsome of the men there.
However, it was not that easy to find out where these people lived.
Pierre sat there, asking the man who served him the liquor, "Is Oswald back yet?"
"Mr. Pierre, Oswald isn't back yet," replied the man. Oswald was the man Pierre sent to steal hisdocuments at his office.
"He's pretty slow in stealing something. What a useless guy," Pierre complained. Then, he took anothersip of liquor and frowned, "What's this?"novelbin
"Absolu..." replied the man who brought him the liquor.
"Are you nuts? Why did you give me such bad liquor?" Pierre rose to his feet, picked up the bottle, andpoured the liquor on top of the man's head.
The gurgling sound of liquid was heard as the contents were poured out of the bottle. The man felt anicy chill on his head, but he dared not to say anything.
Now, no one dared not to piss Pierre off.
"Go and get some good liquor for me!" demanded Pierre.
The man shivered for a moment and replied in a low voice, "Mr. Pierre, you've finished drinking all thegood ones here. This is all we have left."
"Can't you go out and get some for me?!" Pierre glowered at the man. He could not help but feelirritated.
When did he ever drink such bad liquor?
If it were not for Percy, he would be drinking good wine, holding a pretty woman in his arms, andcelebrating his success of becoming the chairman and CEO of Mallory Corporation.
"I-I have no money. Mr. Pierre, why don't you give me some money? I'll go get some for you!" repliedthe man. The liquor Pierre drank was expensive, and he could hardly afford them.
Furthermore, even if he had the money, he dared not help Pierre to pay first.
Pierre was in trouble now. It was hard to tell if he could still be the second young master of the Malloryfamily. If he could not pay for the liquor they bought him, would they not be in trouble, then?
"Ask Oswald to give you the money." Pierre threw the bottle on the ground and sat slumped on thesofa.
"Oswald went out to run some errands for you..." The man reminded Pierre. He saw Pierre narrowinghis eyes, and he knew he was drunk.
He asked if Oswald returned a moment ago.
Now, he wanted him to ask for some money from Oswald.
Pierre slightly opened his eyes and pondered what the man said to him. It seemed like Oswald was outrunning some errands for him.
Pierre took his wallet out. He opened his wallet and looked at it. There was not even a banknote in it.He laughed at himself and muttered, "Well, who uses cash these days?"
Then, he took his phone out and tapped on the screen. There was no response. Only then did herealize that his phone was turned off.
He could not turn on his phone, not even for a short period. There was a chance his location might betracked.
Even if it was not the people from the Department of Justice who were tracking him, it might be Percy'smen.
Percy, a brother who had blood ties with him, made him end up in such a mess.
The man saw Pierre take out his phone and said, "Mr. Pierre, why don't you send me some money tomy bank account and I'll get the liquor for you?"
Pierre flew into a rage and snapped. "Get lost. Do you want me to expose where I am now?"
The man rubbed his nose and left embarrassedly.
He was secretly cursing Pierre. Pierre was in distress, indeed. He did not even dare to turn on hisphone.
Pierre continued to sit on the sofa without saying anything.
Two hours later, Oswald hurried back. He was pressing Pierre's secretary's head when he walked in."Mr. Pierre, I'm back," said Oswald.
Pierre opened his eyes and looked at Oswald. Then, he asked drunkenly, "How did it go?"
"As long as I'm the one on the mission, I'll definitely succeed. Look, these are the documents that I tookfrom the safe box. There are some other things too. Uh, the things in your office." Oswald put theplastic bag that he used to keep the documents on the sofa.
Pierre picked up the plastic bag.
“Mr. Pierre, do we need to burn the bag of documents now?" Oswald asked.
“I still need them." Pierre shook his head. He narrowed his eyes as he stared at the woman who wastied up with rope and lifted his jaw. Then, he asked, “What's the matter?"
“This woman tried to call the police. Fortunately, I was fast enough to stop her and tied her up.Otherwise, we would've been in trouble. Mr. Pierre, you must teach this woman a lesson. Don't let hergo easily," replied Oswald as he pointed at the woman's forehead, waiting for Pierre's instructions.
Pierre raised his brows and turned to look at Ms. Malone.
Ms. Malone cried as she shook her head. “Mr. Pierre, that's not the truth. I saw them stealing the cashkept at the financial department. I wanted to stop them, but they ignored me. That's why I thought of
calling the police. I didn't mean to do anything else!"
"Hah, you just wanted to call the police. Once the police officers arrived, not only would they arrest us,but they'd be able to find out Mr. Pierre's location too. Mr. Pierre, what a vicious woman she is." Oswaldnarrowed his eyes, staring at Ms. Malone's swollen face. He could no longer suppress the burningdesire within him.
Another side of Ms. Malone's face was red and swollen. Oswald had slapped her face when he noticedthat she was trying to call the police.
However, even though her face was red and swollen, she had a good figure. The office wear on hershowed off her curvy body figure well. She could steal any man's heart away.
Pierre turned to look at Ms. Malone, and he asked, “You wanted to call the police?"
Ms. Malone begged for mercy. “Mr. Pierre, the cash in the office belongs to you. They were trying tosteal it..."
“How could they hide from the police if they didn't steal it?!" Pierre picked up the empty bottle on thecoffee table and smashed it on the floor.
"Ah!" Ms. Malone cried out in surprise. The glass broke and shattered into pieces on the ground.
A shard of broken glass scratched Ms. Malone's face.
Oswald, who stood beside Pierre, muttered, “Tsk, tsk." He felt sorry for her.
Pierre did not know how to treat women. How could he disfigure such a pretty face?
Ms. Malone covered her bleeding face and begged for mercy, “Mr. Pierre, I'm sorry. I'll never dosomething like that again."
“You want me to be imprisoned, huh? I'll send you to hell first!" Pierre's eyes reddened. Oswaldimmediately stopped him and said, “Mr. Pierre, calm down. At least this woman didn't mess things up."
Pierre turned to look at him.
“She has mostly behaved herself. She even told us how to stay away from the surveillance cameras.The police officers probably can't find anything there. We're in a sensitive situation now. You have tocontrol your emotions. You can't have someone's blood on your hands now," advised Oswald.
“Then are we letting her get away with this?" Pierre narrowed his eyes. A wave of violent fury rose inhim at the thought of being betrayed by someone.
“Why don't you let me take care of her? I promise I'll make her regret betraying you!" Oswald rubbedhis hand and turned to look at Ms. Malone while secretly mumbling to himself, “Tsk, she still looks goodeven though she's been disfigured."