Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Chapter 88 She Says

“No.” Marquise looked at her and suddenly became affectionate, “Listen to me. Really, the first time I see you, I have the feeling that we must have been married and have lived together in our previous life. Every time I return home, I would think of you when I see the empty house.”

The mocking voices of the surrounding people stopped for a while. But when they heard this, they burst into even louder laughter.

Sydnee glared at Marquise and saw him continue even more obsessively. “We have a child. Every day, you would play with the child in the living room. You would teach him how to sing and how to read. This dream is too real. I feel like it happened.”

“Are you finished?” Sydnee asked coldly.

“Finished.” Marquise suddenly knelt on one knee and said, “Sydnee, marry me. I will definitely treat you well. I swear, I will use my life to give you a happy life. I didn’t prepare a ring, but don’t worry, I will definitely give you a grand proposal ceremony.”

Sydnee interrupted him coldly, “Mr. Marquise, I have a boyfriend.”

“Who?” Marquise suddenly woke up from his drunkenness and stared at her with a frightening look, “Tell me, who is it?”

As Sydnee thought about whether she should call Harold, a male voice came from behind her, “Me.”

Then, an arm fell on her shoulder.

Sydnee tilted her head slightly and saw half of Eliot’s face. Eliot and Emily were not at all alike, but there was one thing in common that both of them were very attractive. From an early age, Emily was beautiful, just like an exquisite doll. Eliot was the white-shirted senior in the eyes of many schoolgirls. Sydnee still remembered seeing Eliot’s picture on the web page for the first time. He dressed in a white shirt, with the sleeves half rolled. He was lowering his head to read a book in the library, while the breeze blew up his tousled hair in front of his forehead. He extended his hand to block the wind and the fine sunlight passing through his fingers shone down. He squinted and looked up. The scene was shot, and the picture was kept as the phone wallpaper by lots of schoolgirls.

Marquise pulled a long face, “Eliot, what do you mean?”

“Nothing.” Eliot held Sydnee’s hands and pulled her closer.

Marquise suddenly pulled apart their tied hand angrily, “She is mine!”

naïve appearance in a short period of time, but in an instant, turned him into a

Eliot’s eyes and didn’t

get involved with anyone, the person in front of her was Emily’s brother. She

in this matter for your sister. Do you know what kind of rules the Dickerson family has? The Dickersons won’t forgive you just for your simple excuse of having a

His skin had been tanned recently, and his face presented a healthy wheat color. He said lightly to Marquise,

go out and have a fight. You can hit me until you are happy.”

the door. Sydnee was stunned. She didn’t know whether to help Eliot or stop them from fighting each other. She could only send

people rushed to the

Marquise down to the ground and beaten him up. Every time

wonder if Marquise

did you do to my sister? She’s a girl,

smiled on the ground, with blood all over his face. “I knew it. You must be doing this for your sister. Hit me! Hit hard! As long as you give vent to your anger, you will be satisfied. I won’t cause any trouble

Eliot roared angrily, “I really want to

entrance was crowded with people. There were many spectators and also those people who were about to stop the men from fighting, but they were stopped

was covered in blood. Eliot lowered his head and whispered, “You like Sydnee, don’t you? Let me tell you,

screw you!” Marquise widened

him again, knocking Marquise

Eliot. The Scavo family’s security guards and bodyguards also surrounded Eliot. Eliot was like a man who bathed in blood. His white suit was stained with blood. Blood was still dripping from the joints of his right hand, and it was difficult to tell

when he saw the hall. The crowd could not help but follow

second floor, a tall man in a pure black suit stood there. He went downstairs slowly. He was desperately handsome, but he wore a cold and arrogant look, which kept a distance from the ordinary people. Then he stopped and gazed at the crowd. His eyes were cold as the icy-cold

It was Vincent!

quieted down

eighteen years old, and she wore a pure white dress with the long hair hanging down. She had palm-sized face, a pair of clear and clean eyes and rosy lips. She had fair white