Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

It was noon when Emily returned home. After having a simple meal, she filled the food box. She asked the guard to send it to the company before returning to the studio.

Although she was a little tired, she didn’t want to stop. Time was running out, so she had to hurry.

When the three old men entered, they saw Emily sitting in the middle surrounded by the easels. Her long hair was tied up high, revealing a small face. Her pair of big eyes was focused on the painting in front of her. Hearing the footsteps, she turned around and smiled, “Good morning.”

The three old men were stunned for a moment at the same time before they stammered, “Hey, kid, you came so early today.”

Emily stood up and prepared them three stools, a plate of sugar-free biscuits, and three cups of hot tea. Then, she sat down in front of the easel and continued her unfinished painting.

The three old men did not argue like usual. Emily noticed that they seemed to have something on their mind, so she stopped painting and said to them, “I’m a little tired today. I’ll go take a rest first. Goodbye.”

“Alright.”

After Emily left, the three old men sat there and stared at her painting.

Finally, one of them opened his mouth.

“If that child is still alive, she should be about the same age as Emily.”

“Older than her. That child is only two years younger than Arabella.” Aaron Peck said.

Carl Geller said, “That child is very talented. It’s a pity.”

Benson Mosby used to be a soldier, and he was straightforward. Hearing this, he frowned, “It’s been so long. Don’t mention that anymore.”

Aaron looked at the seat where Emily had just sat and sighed, “As soon as I entered, I felt like I saw that child again.”

“Yeah, I feel the same way.”

Although Benson did not say anything, his expression showed that he thought the same.

“I thought that Vincent invited us to teach her drawing. I was wrong. He wanted us to get over the past.” Carl stood up and pointed at the painting on the easel. “Although Emily hadn’t been trained before, she is talented. I thought that the one I met in my life with great talent was that little girl from the Scavos. I didn’t expect that I would meet the second one in my lifetime…”

Emily did not know what the old men were talking about. She went to the bathroom and drank a cup of water after returning. Then she sat at the table and began to read and take notes.

now very sure that the person behind Christy and Noah was trying

person behind her. Emily couldn’t stop her if Christy did so because there

would never come to the

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she!” Only after returning to the villa did Christy burst out,

looked in the mirror. He looked at the injuries on his face and hands, licked the corners of

Christy asked in

“It’s fine. Don’t

the bathroom and closed

the kitchen and began to cook. Not long after, Noah came out wearing a bathrobe. He took the vegetables in Christy’s hand

dishes together and

up the table as she asked, “Then … can we go to him for that

lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. As he spoke, the cigarette was obediently clamped to his

no longer

returned from washing her hands, Noah sat in front of the computer and asked, “Did

was referring to and

butt in the ashtray, his voice

asked. She couldn’t believe that Noah would be captured. If it weren’t for the fact

Ferne’s face and ground his teeth.

the afternoon after Ferne finished cleaning up the mess in the wine cellar. He finally had time to check his WeChat and wanted to vent his miserable mood in the group. However, he was moved

For God’s Sake!

“What did I do? Why did you move me out

over a screenshot not long after, and Ferne

Scavo says that

front of the message

“….”

himself with

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at 4 p.m. Strangely enough when Marquise was beaten, Eliot had just entered the washroom of the ward. Because the surveillance of the ward could only take pictures of the bed and room, the

on the other hand, unanimously believed that Eliot had beaten up

made people feel that he could not retaliate. It was just a cover. Marquise had indeed been beaten

a certificate from Eliot’s attending physician. Eliot could not beat people and walk for such a long distance. The testing result of the fibers from Marquise’s body had also come out and showed that the