Revenge with Her Quadruplets

Chapter 66 The Mysterious Mr. 9

Chapter 66 The Mysterious Mr. 9

Sebastian and Christian both looked at the video, which showed a child who looked exactly like Waylon, throwing something into the room, and sticking his little butt out in a particularly adorable way. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Sebastian frowned slightly, his dark eyes darting over Emmett. They were both puzzled.

Emmett looked Sebastian in the eye and said, "This is where I met Waylon before. This is where I found Waylon, who was all alone at that time."

Sebastian and Christian silently look at each other.

Sebastian stared at the child in the video and said. "Waylon is blind, while the kid in the video is not. He's not Waylon?"

Sebastian was shocked. How could he not recognize his own son?

Sebastian glanced at the time. It was the day after he had woken up.

Christian and Emmett were silent.

Christian was surprised. "Sebastian, do you know what you're talking about? If he's not Waylon, then who is he? He looks exactly like Waylon."

Sebastian's deep eyes gazed deeply into Elijah's movements.

Sebastian had seen Elijah, the child who had recited the wrong poem that day, and Elijah was wearing the same clothes as the kid in the video.

Elijah had been hiding in Waylon's room since Emmett brought him back that day, but how had he gotten out of the room?

Sebastian's hands trembled as he gripped the armrests on either side of his wheelchair.

If Waylon had a twin brother or a twin brother, would that explain why he was so young back then?

Sebastian looked at the kid in the video carefully before he said, "He's not Waylon. Waylon doesn't have such a baby bottle hanging upon his chest. You guys look at the bottle on his chest. It's obviously milk powder inside, which he hasn't finished yet."

Sebastian suppressed his excitement.

He had held Elijah that day, and the variety of expressions on Elijah's little face made Sebastian wonder.

Sebastian looked at Emmett and said, "Emmett, I'm going to give you ten days to find this boy. He's one of my sons."

Sebastian had never seriously looked into Waylon's mother's profile. It was too dark that night for him to see anything clearly. He woke up in the middle of the night and the woman was gone. But now, he had to look into it.

Emmett and Christian both froze.

It took a few moments before Emmett said, "Do you mean they're twins?"

Sebastian nodded vigorously. There was a good chance they were twins.

Emmett scratched his head. "It shouldn't be." He wondered, "Does the Moore family have that gene?"

"But the child I brought home that day was Waylon. Other than this big baby bottle, his every move is as cold as Waylon's."

Emmett had doubts about it.

Sebastian was puzzled. He had his suspicions that day, but the kid sounded exactly like Waylon.

Emmett smiled and asked, "Sebastian, do you still want me to look into it?" Finding someone was like finding a needle in a haystack, which was exhausting.

Sebastian looked at him and said angrily, "Go check on it!"

Then Sebastian picked up Emmett's phone, sent the video to himself, and deleted that one from Emmett's phone.

Emmett was speechless.

Emmett got a quick look at Sebastian and asked with some amusement, "You really think they're twins?"

Sebastian's cold eyes fell on Emmett's smiling face, and he coldly said, "Are you questioning my judgment?"

Emmett instantly sat upright and shook his head. "I wouldn't dare!"

Sebastian asked, "Who is in this room?"

Emmett, intrigued by this, chuckled. "Andrew, the politician, is here on a date with his young lover."

"Oh!" Sebastian sneered. "Andrew has always been sanctimonious. We've got something on him now."

Emmett smiled evilly and said, "That's him."

He was so familiar with Andrew because he was drugged on the day of Andrew's wedding, and ended up sleeping with a random woman.

When he woke up, he left before dawn because of urgent business. The lights in the room didn't come on no matter how much he pressed the button, so he didn't see clearly who the woman was.

When he returned home to take a shower, he saw blood on his body and immediately realized that it was the first time she ever had sex. He immediately felt guilty and wanted to go back to find her. But he had left in such a hurry that he forgot which room on which floor he had been in. So he could just let it go.

Sebastian wondered again, "But what was the kid doing there?"

When Emmett heard this, he thought it made sense and squinted at Sebastian with envy. "They're not really twins, are they?"

Sebastian glanced at him and snorted, "How could I not recognize my own son?"

Christian looked at Emmett and said, "Check again. This kid is obviously more spirited than Waylon."

Emmett nodded enviously. "Hmm! When I go to No. 1 Royal Club tonight, I'll find out when the kid went in and whom he was with."

No. 1 Royal Club was having a boxing match tonight, Emmett's favorite sport.

Besides, Emmett was going to get in the ring and fight tonight.

"By the way, I'm going to have the boxing match tonight."

Christian glanced coldly at Emmett's muscleless belly. "Aren't you afraid of getting punched in the face?"

Emmett's face darkened. "What makes you say that? My abs aren't obvious, but I'm strong and very muscular."

Emmett leaned lazily on the sofa, and an evil smile touched his lips. He loved the sound of women screaming.

A trace of a smile slowly kissed Christian's lips. He stopped raining on Emmett's parade.

Sebastian's eyes fell on the video again. He was certain that the child he had seen that day was not Waylon.

In the afternoon, Sebastian asked Eleanor to take care of Waylon, saying that he had to go out.

Eleanor nodded and said Waylon would be fine with her. She would have a better time with Waylon without Sebastian at home.

No. 1 Royal Club shimmered with a golden glow at night.

Starlight and lights were intertwined and dazzling as if heaven and earth were connected.

The evening breeze was gentle, and the fragrance was charming!

No. 1 Royal Club was the largest entertainment venue in the whole Grona.

At night, it was a different world. No. 1 Royal Club was of luxury and dissipation and every different kind of person smashed together here. Everything here was far beyond the imagination of many people.

Mr. 9, who hadn't appeared for three months, suddenly came over to inspect tonight. Everyone in No. 1 Royal Club panicked and walked on eggshells.

In the private room on the seventh floor, Mr. 9 of the No. 1 Royal Club sat idly on the sofa, wearing a black wolf's mask on his face, looking weird, domineering, and mysterious.

Beside him stood four bodyguards, and opposite him was Mr. 9's nemesis, Leonardo.

Leonardo was handsome and charming with sharp features and a round face.

He looked at Mr. 9 with an evil smile. "Mr. 9, I haven't seen you for three months. I thought you were killed by your enemies?"

With that, Leonardo picked up a glass of whiskey on the table and took a sip, but he kept his eyes fixed on Mr. 9 across the table.

Mr. 9's black eyes behind the mask fell at Leonardo deeply, and his voice was hoarse and cold. "Since you are still alive, how could I die? Tell me, what are you trying to do by cutting off my supply?"