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!

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,

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

curved up as she

and I'll

his hands on a real gun? She felt goosebumps rising all over her

gun, she would die a wronged death! "Little boy, this gun is not

would be careless with a gun!" The little boy directly interrupted Selena. I'm Joaquin Fowler, Pierre Fowler's son.

for fear of causing the boy

two were at a standstill, the door of a stall in the bathroom opened, and when another little boy ran out of it, Selena seriously thought

were similarly bright and these two little

to the toilet, his pants could not be lifted, so he pleaded for his brother's help, appearing to be rather pitiful. "Huh?" When he saw Selena in the doorway,

herself, she fell to the

little boy was embarrassed, so he hastily lifted up his pants and clenched his hands tightly. "Now

more until

you a million. Why don't you become my woman?" The little boy crossed his

eyes were a bit

gun behind her was a

away. "Jojo, don't you know how to be gentle with girls? You will not

took the gun back from his brother's hand. Although he was sure that the gun would not go off in his own hand, he couldn't be completely sure of the same when it was in his brother's hand. Then, Selena looked at the two identical-looking little ones and the smile suddenly froze on her face, but soon, she laughed again. What she had lost on this day four years ago was also a pair of twin sons.

"We..."

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