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!

looked very striking in his straight little suit. His delicate features resembled that of a fine carving, and his pair of eyes were inky black, but they were

kid to look so good? Unfortunately though, his little face was now

of Selena's lips curved up as she said,

and I'll

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

would die a wronged

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

rolled down Selena's forehead. She did not dare to move for fear of causing the

stall in the bathroom opened, and when another little boy

bright and these two little boys obviously had exactly the same features, this one looked cuter. He had a chubby little face that made people

looked at Joaquin pitifully. After going 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, he froze at

stop herself,

and clenched his hands tightly. "Now that you've seen my body, you have to

response, Selena laughed even more until her tears came

give you a million. Why don't you become my woman?" The little boy crossed his arms and turned his head around with a huff. This four-year-old kid wants me to become his

protect me in return." Selena's eyes were a bit unfocused as she looked at the child in front

The little boy with the gun behind her was

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

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

"We..."

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