Only you in my love

Chapter 833 Looking For Aunt

In Lexingport City, two children with schoolbags on their backs came to the door of the Silverhall

Nightclub at dawn.

They looked around curiously with their big amber eyes.

Both were dressed in thick black cotton clothes, standing by the entrance looking like two black

sesame buns.

Their cute appearance caught the attention of all the passers-by.

"What lovely children!"

"They must be twins! They look like mixed-race babies."

"Oh my God! They are so adorable! I want to take them home!"

Hearing this, Van turned around warily and happened to meet the eyes of the girl who was speaking.

"Oh, no, no. I'm just joking, my dear," she said quickly.

Another person burst into laughter.

"They are so cute. Where are their parents?"

"Yes. Why don't I see the children's parents?"

"Are you lost, dear?"

A group of people surrounded them asking them a barrage of questions, wondering if they should call

the police.

Don pointed at the door of the Silverhall Nightclub and announced, "We're not lost. We are looking for

someone."

Even though it was still early, the doors to the club were unlocked to let the staff in.

The passers-by looked at the Silverhall Nightclub dubiously.

"Do your parents work here?" someone asked.

"No." Van shook his head. "We are here to find my aunt for my uncle."

The grown-ups all exchanged confused glances. Seeing their confused looks, Van took the liberty to

explain it to them.

"My uncle is not in the city. He said that my aunt was taken away by some bad guy here and we

couldn't get in touch with her, so we came to see her."

Don added, "My aunt is a beautiful lady but she's easy meat, so the bad guy must've tricked her!"

This made the group of people shudder in fear.

The Silverhall Nightclub was a place of entertainment, which were stereotypically notorious for all kinds

of dirty business.

If a beautiful woman was tricked into going inside the Silverhall Nightclub, they could only guess what

had happened.

What kind of uncle would send two children to a chaotic place like this?

"Oh my God! Did your uncle ask you to come here? Why would he do such a thing?"

"What about your parents? Aren't they worried about you?"

Van and Don said in unison, "Don't worry. Dad and Mom asked us to come here."

"What?!" Filled with righteous indignation, someone pulled out their phone quickly and dialed the

police.

"Don't go inside, kids. I'm calling the police, they'll fetch your aunt from inside. Don't worry." "Yeah. How

could you go in such a scary place alone?" someone else added.

Don tilted his head, pointed at himself and then pointed at his brother. "I'm with my brother, so I'm not

going inside alone."

"Even so! It's a bad idea to go inside even if your brother's here!" "There are bad guys inside. Aren't

you scared?"

"I'm not afraid." Don thumped his chest with his chubby hand. "I'm very powerful. I can protect my

brother."

Van said politely, "Thank you for your concern. My brother and I can do it. Let's go find Aunt, Don."

"Let's go!" Don eagerly took his brother's hand and the two boys ran towards the club.

Panic-stricken, the passers-by quickly reached out to stop them. Since the children were still small,

they figured they weren't that strong. However, to their surprise, the moment they laid their hands on

the two boys, Don swatted them away like flies.

The passer-by were all stunned.

The two kids used their small, agile bodies to dodge the adults and then rushed to the entrance.

They were stopped by the security guards.

One of them said coldly, "Children are not allowed to enter."

The other one was a little gentler. He pointed at the board next to him and said, "Kids, you can't enter

the club unless you're eighteen years old."

Don turned to look at the board. He didn't know some of the words on it, so he poked his brother with

his finger.

Van, being the older one, could read and he understood the sign at once.

The two kids eyed the tall security guards with electric batons on their belts. Don trembled in fear.

He stepped back and whispered to Van, "Van, we can't defeat them. They look as powerful as Richard

and Amy.

What should we do then?" He was at a loss and scratched the back of his head.

Van patted his brother's head comfortingly and said, "I have an idea." All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

"What?" Don asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

Van walked up to the two security guards with a face as calm and fearless as his father's.

"We're looking for someone. If we can't go in, can you ask him to go out?"

The two security guards looked at each other and figured the two children must've belonged to one of

the staff.

Van was so cute and delightful. How could they refuse his request?

The nice security guard asked, "Who are you looking for? What's his name? What's your relationship

with him? You have to make it clear."

"Okay." Van nodded obediently. "His name is Tim.

And I can't explain our relationship, or else you'll be in trouble."

The security guards trembled and exchanged scared glances. All the color drained from their faces.

Were they actually here for Tim?

How dare he call him by his first name?

Were they Tim's sons?

As soon this idea crossed their minds, it stuck like gum.

The cold-faced security guard immediately became respectful. "Please wait a moment, I'll inform him

immediately." Then he said to his colleague, "Take good care of them. Don't let them stand there. It's

cold outside!"

After one of the guards went inside, Van turned around and smiled triumphantly at his brother.

"Yeah!" Don clenched his fists and pumped it in the air in celebration, then turned around to look at the

black Maybach parked across the road.

From inside the car, Nina smiled.

Van really was their son!

However, the security guards of the Silverhall Nightclub couldn't see Tim directly; they could only report

things to their direct superior.

Finally, the news made it to Victor's ears. "There's two boys standing by the club entrance. They claim

to be Mr. Shen's sons."

In his shock, Victor accidentally broke a bottle of good tequila—the very bottle Tim was planning to give

to Michelle's father during the Spring Festival.

But compared to the shattered bottle of tequila on the floor, the news that Tim had children was even

more ground breaking.

Truly, Tim did have many women, but as far as Victor knew, he had never impregnated a woman.

'Is there a woman in this world capable of having Tim's kids without him knowing, ' he thought to

himself.

Victor was shocked and confused. He hurried downstairs to see for himself and found two little people

looking at their surroundings with great curiosity.

The two kids were about four or five years old.

Victor had only worked for Tim for around three or four years; Tim's life before then was unknown to

him.

Maybe they actually were his kids.

But when he took a good look at the two children's faces, his excitement dissipated.

'Who the hell spread those rumors?

Judging from their appearance, these kids must be Mr. Shi's!'