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!”

family had deprave him of naïve appearance in a short period of time, but in an instant, turned him into a mature and steady man. His face was tired, but his eyes were especially energetic. He looked at Sydnee and said, “Please tell him which one you will

and didn’t know how to

she didn’t want to get involved with anyone, the person in front of her was Emily’s brother. She hesitated for a few seconds before squeezing

then he sneered at Eliot, “You don’t need to get yourself involved 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

smiled. His skin had been tanned recently, and his face presented a healthy wheat

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

Eliot lifted Marquise’s collar and walked out the door. Sydnee was stunned. She didn’t know whether to help Eliot or stop them from fighting each other. She could only send a message to Emily, “Eliot and Marquise

to the door and watched

to the ground and beaten him up. Every time Eliot beaten

couldn’t help but wonder if Marquise

you as a friend. What did you do to my sister? She’s a girl, but you made her so

this for your sister. Hit me! Hit hard! As long as

scum!” Eliot roared angrily, “I really want to kill

also those people who were about to stop the men from fighting, but they were stopped

lowered his head and whispered, “You like Sydnee, don’t you? Let

screw you!” Marquise

punched him again, knocking Marquise

and surrounded 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

stood up. Suddenly, he was stunned when he saw the hall. The crowd could not help but follow his gaze and look

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

It was Vincent!

quieted down

A girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and she wore a pure white dress with the long hair hanging down. She had palm-sized face, a pair