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?”

a cigarette as he walked out and waved his

“Where?” The waiter asked.

most luxurious rooms. One in

“Alright.”

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

your boss who was

that Emily was a retard, he would definitely cut off the guy’s

importantly, she was so pretty.

Harold followed her gaze and only saw an empty corridor. ‘Could it be that seeing Mr.

he started, “Mr. Vincent is

just estimating how many paintings you

Harold, “….”

Emily felt a little hot, so she just took it off and

a little strange. This driver was apparently not one of Vincent’s

cigarette when he inadvertently glanced at the

his senses until the taxi had driven away. Then he rushed out

He whispered to Emily, “Miss Emily, you don’t have to look back. It’s

and said in a calm voice, “It looks like he’s

Harold, “….”

quietly clamped his

detective called and said, “The

“Where to?” Harold asked.

woman and she just came out. The driver drove

there anyone following?” Emily

the phone by her ear, and the detective said, “I’ve been following

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

the starting price and hurriedly took another taxi. Before she could sit tight, she blurted out,

As soon as he got out of his car,

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