Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

There was a hullabaloo after the guests entered the hall.

“The retard is going downstairs?”

“Lower your voice….”

“Miss Emily is not a retard. Actually, she is just suffering from … intelligence impairment. She has the intelligence of a seven-year-old. She is not stupid. In fact, she is quite polite….”

“I heard that she even needed servants to help her get dressed. That’s not stupid?”

The guests were still discussing the “stupid” things that Emily had done.

Vincent stared at the red wine in his hand with a straight face, lost in thought.

Rex whispered, “Mr. Vincent?”

Vincent waved, and then Rex nodded, quietly getting back to his original position.

Hearing the malicious laughter, Elsie proudly adjusted her crown and stepped into the middle of the hall under the gaze of all the guests. There was a four-tiered cake about the height of a person. On the top was Elsie’s cartoon model with a crown on its head, which was dressed in the same clothes as Elsie. The model looked exactly like an elegant princess.

Maury stood on the stage and said, “Thank you very much for coming. Today is the twentieth birthday party of my daughter Elsie. As the kids grew up, we’re getting older. As her father, I hope that she can live a happy and easy life. Since many young people come today, I’ll just stop there and leave time for you to enjoy yourselves. Now, welcome my daughter to cut her birthday cake….”

in the hall dimmed and the birthday song sounded, all the guests clapped their hands and

sudden, a noise of

Who

it! I also got

hell did

on

no! Don’t squeeze! Don’t

hurts! Who stepped on

All the guests were quarreling with each other, which put Elsie in an awkward

each other. She smiled and said, “I’m going to

the crowd was still arguing, some of

the knife on top of the cake but didn’t cut

it! What the hell are they squabbling

take

chair, leisurely shaking the wine in his glass. However, Rex knew that Vincent was more

The guests’ trashing Miss Emily must

where the noise came from. Then they saw a girl in a long white dress standing at the staircase on the second floor in panic. Under her feet were pieces of paper

her dark hair hanging loose about her shoulders, looking like an angel from heaven. She had thick eyelashes and a pair of pure and innocent eyes, which seemed to possess the power of reflecting men’s evil thoughts. When people met her, they would