Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 67

Chapter 67 An Oscar-Winning Actress

Ferne looked at the unfurled paintings on the table. He had to say that these were pretty good ones. The artistic conception was fairly clean, pure and peaceful. At the corner of it lied a mini signature: Britt.

“Who’s the painter?” Ferne asked casually.

Emily pointed at Harold and said, “Him.”

Harold, “….”

Ferne nodded. Now he knew what had happened. He glanced at Harold in pity, like he was saying “It’s really tough to work for someone else. So pathetic”.

Harold glared back. His expression says for him, “I don’t need your sympathy.”

Ferne, however, was mistaken. What he read from Harold’s gaze was “Yes, yes, after all she pays”. Immediately, he turned his sympathetic gaze to Emily. “Why don’t you keep the card Armando gave you last time? The money is enough for you to live the rest of your life comfortably.”

“I feel at ease spending my own money.” Emily looked at the painting on the table quietly.

“….”

Emily must not be mocking them, who still relied on their family, right?

“But I still want the fifty grand.” Emily said righteously, “Since you offer the place to hang up my painting, then we’ll take the fifty grand off from your 10 percent.”

“….” This was settled? Did he agree? Emily, you were such a “negotiator”!

Before Emily left, she handed a note to Ferne, “My card number.”

Ferne, “….”

Why was she so confident?

After that, a waiter came to clean up the table and asked Ferne, “Mr. Ferne, where should we put these paintings?”

walked out and waved his hand, “Hang

“Where?” The waiter asked.

luxurious rooms.

“Alright.”

back to the hall, and the waiter came to fawn on him. “Mr. Ferne, you are

boss who was

he would definitely cut off the guy’s head! With her intelligence, damn, he would for sure chase after her

so pretty. No, no,

to look back when she walked out of the hotel. Harold followed her gaze and only saw an empty corridor. ‘Could it be that seeing Mr.

moment, he started, “Mr. Vincent is abroad for a

estimating how many paintings you can hang up in

Harold, “….”

left. Having worn the mask for a bit too long, Emily felt a little hot, so she just took it off and played with the cap in her hand. She studied the driver casually until he looked at the rearview mirror and asked friendly,

little strange. This driver was apparently not one of Vincent’s bodyguards, but somehow, she still had the feeling that Vincent sent

from the back door and was about to light a cigarette when he inadvertently glanced at the taxi

come back to his senses until the taxi had driven away. Then

rearview mirror. He whispered to Emily, “Miss Emily, you don’t have to look back.

glanced at the rearview mirror and said in a calm voice, “It looks like

Harold, “….”

quietly clamped his

the detective called and said,

“Where to?” Harold asked.

and she just came out. The driver drove a Bentley to pick her up. Alright, I gotta go. I’ll send you the location

anyone following?” Emily leaned over

said, “I’ve been following her for half a month, and

hung up the call, Emily said to the driver, “Stop

only a less-than-four-minute drive. So Emily paid the starting price and hurriedly took another taxi. Before she could sit tight, she

a group of people and blocked the former taxi. As soon as he got

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