Find My Baby A Mr President Daddy

Chapter 6 Are You Not My Father?

The man raised his wrist as soon as his voice fell, seeming like he was about to count down.

Rosalind was so nervous that she held Elroy tighter in her arms. Since she was fully alerted, she failed to notice that Elroy had been watching the man's face ever since the man walked in.

She counted three silently in her heart and then looked up. The man raised his hand and summoned two soldiers among the special forces outside there to come over.

Rosalind was so panicked that she almost lost control. "What do you want?"

Then she sensed something arching behind the back of her seat.

The next second, the teenager hiding behind her seat was lifted by a soldier. The teenager struggled hard as he gritted his teeth. "Elvis Collins, you even used special forces to catch me? Are you the devil?"

The man called Elvis Collins stood up and looked down at the teenager. "What did you just call me?"

"Elvis Collins!"

The man raised an eyebrow, picked up the teenager from the soldier's hand to hit the boy's stomach with his knee, and then threw the boy aside.

Rosalind's face turned pale when she saw this, so she hurried to cover her son's eyes. What grudge was held between them that the man had to deal with the boy so fiercely? Although it wasn't Rosalind's business, she couldn't help looking at the boy with sympathy and had a bad impression of the man.

But the man acted as if he had done nothing wrong and asked again, "What should you call me?"

The teenager covered his stomach and vomited several times. The pain forced him to tremble. After a while, when he finally felt better, he turned to circle the man's calf, howling, "Brother, dear brother, I was wrong!"

Rosalind was speechless. Are you brothers? Even your enemies won't hit you that way!

The man pulled his leg out of the teenager's arms in disgust and sat back. "What did you do wrong?"

The teenager wiped his teardrops and confessed, "I shouldn't have run away from home."

The man didn't say anything.

"I shouldn't have brought you so much trouble."

The man adjusted his position slightly.

"I shouldn't have cracked your safe."

The man took a sip from the brandy served by the flight attendant.

"... I shouldn't have secretly cut the circuits in our house."

Rosalind's face changed. She lowered her head to look Elroy in the eye and told him, "Baby, don't learn from him." What a horrible child.

Elroy nodded and answered, loud and clear, "I know! That's what you call a bad example!"

The cabin was instantly silenced.

Gosh, Elroy! I know you are a smart boy! But can you at least keep your voice down when you judge people?

Rosalind thought that the man would get mad to hear that his family business was judged. After all, the man seemed like a dominating leader who did anything he wanted. To her surprise, Elvis raised his eyebrow and lifted his lips as if he was smiling for the first time after he boarded the plane.

"Glenn Collins, aren't you ashamed?"

Glenn covered his face. People could see his blushed face through the skin exposed between his fingers. Not ashamed? Of course not! You two Devils just attacked me jointly!

Elvis tapped his glass with his fingertips. "Go on."

"Go on?" Glenn's face was ashen. "Elvis, can't you just show me some respect in front of so many people?"

"Sorry, I can't."

Am I a foundling or something?

Glenn's face darkened. He rolled his eyes several times and finally lay his gaze on Rosalind and Elroy. Somehow, Rosalind had a bad feeling.

"Elvis, I've found out something big this time! I just found your posthumous son!"

Rosalind was surprised to hear the words "posthumous son". What the hell?

Elvis looked gloomy as well.

"Bah!" Glenn also realized that the wording was wrong, but growing up overseas didn't give him many chances to practice his mother tongue well. After pondering for a while, he finally patted one fist on the other palm and said excitedly, "I mean I just found your illegitimate son!"

"Me? Do you mean me?" Elroy poked his head out of Rosalind's arms, showing them his little face, which was 90% similar to that of Elvis. Rosalind failed to stop him, so she was very anxious at this time.

She had no interest in finding Elroy's father. Someone like Elvis, who was able to give orders to the special forces at will, was impossible to be Elroy's father. Even if he was, there was no way Rosalind wanted to have any connection with him. Elroy only belonged to her.

Elvis, who had been indifferent since he came in, was stunned for a moment after seeing Elroy's face. Others could only see the resemblance between their features, but he knew better than anyone that the boy looked almost the same as he used to be except for his different pupil color.

Elvis couldn't help clenching his fingers on the armrest, but he relaxed soon. There was no way for the boy to be his son no matter how much they looked alike unless...

His expression became gloomy as he forced himself to shift his gaze from Elroy to Glenn. "Are you asking for punishment or something?"

Glenn couldn't help shuddering when he heard this. Somehow, he felt like his body was in great pain.

"Elvis, come on. Are we talking about my punishment? Look at the boy's face, his temperament, and his body... Uh, just forget his body! Anyone could tell he is a member of our Collins family! He's a small version of you, The Devil!"

Rosalind could tell that Glenn would be punched again.

As expected, Glenn was lifted from the floor and thrown away again, along with his miserable scream.

Rosalind was satisfied with the result.

You need to learn your lesson, boy!

Rosalind was slightly relieved to notice that Elvis had ignored Elroy just now. She stroked Elroy's head, saying, "Baby, will you apologize to the mister?"

Elroy blinked his big eyes and pouted his mouth in aggravation. "Why should I apologize? We look so much alike."

"Not all people who look alike are blood-related. What you said just now has bothered the mister. Listen to me and apologize, okay?"

"... I'm sorry," Elroy said so as he was about to cry. But he was too small to accept all this, so he asked immediately, "Are you really not my father?"

Rosalind was so embarrassed.

She stood up with her son in her arms and bent slightly in Elvis's direction. "I'm really sorry, sir. My kid is too young to know what he is talking about. Sorry to bother you."

Elvis didn't like children. If someone else was here to say this to him, he would probably ask his men to throw the man away. But he found it hard to be mad at the little boy. Instead, he even thought that the boy was interesting.

The man walked to Rosalind, carefully scrutinizing Elroy's face and having growing uncertainty in mind.

"Are you from Zemdim?"

Rosalind was stunned, replying, "Yes."

"Where were you five years ago?"

Rosalind couldn't help tightening her arms around her son, analyzing the situation quickly while her heart was beating wildly.

"I grew up abroad."

"Mommy!" Why is mommy lying?

Rosalind hurried to cover Elroy's mouth before Elroy could say more, lest her son might ruin her story. She wasn't sure why the man asked about five years ago, nor did she know whether the man was indicating something or it was just a coincidence.

But she had to eliminate all hidden hazards.