Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

“Noah, don’t come back tonight. I’m going to stay somewhere else tonight.” Christy called Noah.

Noah seemed to have just noticed the location she had sent. He soon figured what was going on, so he didn’t ask any further and just said, “Send me the location when you’re there.”

“Okay.”

Hanging up, Christy asked, “Where do I live?”

Emily said, “The Scavo’s.”

Christy looked at the cold-faced man in the back seat through the rear-view mirror and asked, “Do I have any other choice?”

Emily asked, “Where do you want to live?”

“His place.” Christy pointed at the robot in her palm.

“…”

Emily refused, “No.”

“Alright then.” Christy sat in her seat, her eyes gently closed after she looked out the window at the pitch-black streets illuminated by the lights.

The little robot sat obediently in her palm, tilting its head as if it was looking at her sleeping face.

On the other side.

Noah hung up the phone. He was half lying on the ground, his back against the wall. He kicked the person beside him and asked, “Did you call the police?”

Ferne, who was half lying on the side, blew on his skin and bloody joints and replied exhaustively, “Yes.”

More than twenty people were lying in front of them. They didn’t die but all fainted. Some of them woke up because of the pain. Unfortunately, they couldn’t walk. They could only drag their broken legs and crawl forward.

An hour ago.

Noah spent the entire afternoon in front of the computer. He kept the remittance bill, from Elsie to a company. It was a fake company and he used his own card. Afterwards, the money was transferred to Emily. He also kept the second remittance bill. He erased the transaction record on the computer and sent a message to that person.

“It’s done.”

Previously, he and Christy had fabricated a financial company, an online transaction, and a complete set of online product introductions using a computer to earn some money. Christy was responsible for contacting all male clients and Noah captured the hearts of all female clients. If the product lost money, no client would be unhappy if they made a phone call.

50,000. Few

day, he received a phone

down payment. There will be another five

The wardrobe was filled with high-end clothes, followed by business cards, the company, and a

were caught, he knew how many years he would be sentenced for this crime. Therefore,

did not call the police, they

was done, he had to take precautions in advance. He planned to take the money invested by Elsie for himself, but he didn’t

rather cooperate with the Scavos than contend against

the five million. After all, that person paid a commission of ten million, and as a mercenary, whether he could survive and get that money was also a

that the card in the company account was empty and the money had already been transferred… that man could only endure because Noah and Christy could not die yet. If it

Noah had the right to speak. After all, there would be

copied all the important information on the computer, then formatted the computer, pulled

to hide

USB drive and was about

of a bar street. He held a cigarette in his mouth and watched quietly as a group of hooligans forced

women. All of you have mothers, right?” As soon as Ferne opened his mouth,

He could only show the knife in his hand

behave.” Ferne slowly took out

He tilted his head and

punk-look man angrily slapped his

not me. It’s him. He said

“What?

Noah said, “…”

snorted coldly, “You like this girl, right? Do you want

girl was frightened to death. Suddenly, she saw Ferne’s handsome face that looked like a good person. She

just pulled out his wallet. Before the punk-look man took his wallet, Ferne changed his wallet into another hand

man reached out impatiently to

his pocket. He carefully took off his ring and said to them, “Take off all the things on

punk-look man was

well as

off his ring and put it in his pocket. Then, he pushed the little

she was frightened or not, but when she heard this, she became even

had been standing across the street for a while. “What

Noah said, “…”