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?”

as he walked out and

“Where?” The waiter asked.

most luxurious rooms. One in each

“Alright.”

hall, and the waiter came to fawn on

your boss who was thoughtful, but

a retard, he would definitely cut off the

more importantly, she was so pretty. No, no, stop

turned 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.

a moment, he started,

befuddled, “I’m just estimating how many paintings you can hang

Harold, “….”

and 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

apparently not one of Vincent’s bodyguards, but somehow,

just walked out from the back door and was about to light a cigarette when he inadvertently glanced at the taxi in front of him. He happened

senses until the taxi had driven away. Then he rushed out and chased after it,

through the rearview mirror. He whispered to Emily, “Miss Emily, you

mirror and said in a calm

Harold, “….”

clamped

called and said,

“Where to?” Harold asked.

The driver drove a Bentley to pick her up. Alright, I gotta go. I’ll send you the location when I get

anyone following?” Emily leaned over and

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

Emily said to the driver, “Stop here. Thank

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

he got out of his car, he saw that the

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