Daddy, Chasing Mommy Back is On Us!

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!

Through the corner of 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 were inky black, but they were so bright that they looked like shining stars in the dark night.

his little face was now crumpled up with a little frown, making him look like a

Selena's lips curved up as she

again and

gun? She felt goosebumps rising all over her body and a chill running down her spine. Also, she seemed to have woken up

accidentally shot the gun, she would die a wronged death! "Little boy, this gun is not a toy. If you are

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

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

the bathroom opened, and when another little boy ran out of it, Selena seriously thought she was seeing

of the bathroom stall was also wearing a small suit. Although his eyes were similarly bright and these two little boys

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 an audible splat, revealing his fair

could stop herself, she

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

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

then I'll become your woman, but you have to protect me in return." Selena's eyes were a bit unfocused as she looked at the child

little boy with the gun behind her was a

gun away. "Jojo, don't you know how to be gentle with girls? You will not be able to get a wife like

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

"We..."

Joaquin pulled

had been so hard to escape,

many times do I have to tell you before you'll get it? You've got to be gentle with girls and smile at them,