Daddy, Chasing Mommy Back is On Us!

Chapter 2

Four years later at Dynasty Bar, loud music that constantly stimulated one's eardrums and provoked every nerve in a person's body could be heard.

Suddenly, a line of men in black suits moved into the doorway. In the Bentley at the entrance sat a man with an expression so frosty that it seemed as if his face was carved out of ice. He was handsome like a Greek God and exuded a compelling aloofness. His face carried a trace of arrogance that suggested he was always looking upon all lifeforms beneath him.

This was Pierre Fowler, the most impressive man in Digton City.

"Mr. Fowler, the last location of the spy was inside this bar," said Niall, his special assistant who was bending toward him outside the car.

"Clear the place." Pierre opened his thin lips slightly and spoke, his voice thick and magnetic.

As the people came out from inside, they were herded into a big truck. Although they screamed and cursed, they didn't dare to make any move because they knew they couldn't afford to mess with the people at the door.

Soon, the bar was empty, leaving only the baristas, who all gathered in the middle of the hall. While they were holding their heads and squatting on the ground, they had no idea what was happening. Meanwhile, Selena was in this bar too, drunk as a skunk. Her two boys had died as soon as they were born on this day four years ago, and that became the darkest day of her life.

She had no way of happily celebrating this day, so she deliberately postponed her daughter's birthday to a week later. Every year, on this day, she would indulge in her grief shamelessly to pay tribute to her dead sons and her past self.

As soon as she pushed open the restroom door, she suddenly felt something cold against her waist.

Selena almost jumped in shock, for she was all too familiar with the touch of this thing. It was a gun; a real gun. Even when she was drunk, she remained alert and sensitive to such things.

"Don't move!" A childish voice came from below her.

It was clearly the voice of a child!

her eyes, Selena caught a glimpse of a young boy of about four years of age. This little boy looked very striking in his straight little suit. His delicate features resembled that of a fine carving, and his pair of eyes

kid to look so good? Unfortunately though, his little face was now crumpled up with a little frown, making him look like a cantankerous little

Selena's lips curved up as she

again and I'll

against her waist was increasing. How could he get his hands on a real gun? She felt goosebumps rising all over her body and a chill running down her spine. Also, she seemed to have woken up from her

kid accidentally shot the gun, she would die

directly interrupted Selena. I'm Joaquin Fowler, Pierre Fowler's son. How could Pierre's son

fear of causing the boy to accidentally shoot her. After all, he was just

another little boy ran out of it,

were similarly bright and these two little boys

lifted, so he pleaded for his brother's help, appearing to be rather pitiful. "Huh?" When he saw Selena in the doorway, he froze at first, and then his eyes immediately narrowed. He quickly ran toward Selena, but all of a sudden, he fell face-down with

could stop herself, she

and clenched

response, Selena laughed even more until

boy crossed his arms and turned his

were a bit unfocused as she looked at the child in

the gun behind

now, for he walked to his brother and snatched the gun away. "Jojo, don't you know how to be gentle with girls? You will not be

the same when it was in his brother's hand. Then, Selena looked at the two identical-looking little ones and the smile suddenly

"We..."

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