The President’s Five Children

Even though Dean wasn’t going in, at the very least there was already a direction to look in.

Bruno and Jay watched from the doorway, and after determining that it was just a little bit damp and unpleasant inside, with no other dangers, they entered.

After going in, they found dozens of large shelves of books.

Above the dense, piled up all these years of information, because of humidity, all stick together.

Bruno grabbed a copy in hand and casually looked at it.

Inside the dossier was a few sheets of paper and a ziplock bag.

The paper was naturally filled with personal information, and as for the ziplock bag, it was a few hairs.

As long as they could find Rebecca’s copy, they could get the corresponding hairs.

The two looked at each other, both full of vigor.

However, as much as they were energized, it was indeed difficult to find Rebecca’s copy in such a large amount of information.

Not to mention the fact that they had limited time and had to find it before nightfall, otherwise they wouldn’t be able to make it to that auction.

The more anxious they were, the harder it would be to find it.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

After rummaging around for an hour, looking at the bookshelf that basically hadn’t moved much yet, Bruno had a very powerless feeling.

Turning his head to Jay, “I can’t, I can’t even finish these.”

Jay hmmm’d and closed the one in his hand, “I was thinking the same thing as you, it’s just not going to be enough to read.”

So something else had to be thought of.

“What are you going to do, go to the Dean, ship these back and take your time reading them?” Bruno asked.

That definitely wouldn’t work.

Not to mention that pulling a truckload of stuff from the orphanage with such fanfare would be extraordinarily noticeable.

Let’s just say that after transporting it back, how could we be sure that Mizuki and the others wouldn’t find out?

It was too risky to do so.

After much thought, Jay suddenly raised his head, “You punch me.”

What?

Bruno thought he was hallucinating, “What did you say?”

“I said, let’s you punch me, harder, but don’t kill me.” Jay replied.

He felt he had expressed himself clearly enough.

Bruno took a step back, “No, why would I hit you for a good reason.”

He did hate Jay, but that wasn’t why he could do it.

“Are you afraid I’m going to go back and tell Yembi off and beg for sympathy in the process?” Jay asked again.

“I don’t think as much as you do, I just simply don’t want to hit anyone, I’m a man of quality.” Bruno bristled.

Jay shrugged his shoulders, “Good grief, I thought you were afraid that if you hit me then, Yembi would feel sorry for me and stay with me.”

Hearing that, Bruno’s temples jutted up, “And you’re going to use that crooked method to be with Yembi?”

“Or else, I’m an old man after all, if I don’t use some tricks, there’s no way I’ll succeed, and seriously, I’d love to try what Yembi’s lips taste like.”

“Stop it.” Bruno was already starting to suppress the anger in his heart.

Jay continued to chatter as if he didn’t hear it, “Have you ever tried it, no, you definitely haven’t tried it, after all, you and Yembi aren’t really a couple, and maybe, it’s still Yembi’s first kill that I’m taking.”

At this moment, the anger in Bruno’s heart had reached its peak, “I told you to stop talking!”

There was a loud bang.

Bruno punched Jay’s face, directly connecting the wheelchair and the bookshelf behind it, all of which toppled to the ground.

Jay took a long time to slow down and spat out a mouthful of bloodied saliva, “Alright, now you can take your time reading this information.”