Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Emily took a few steps down and saw a woman at the end of the stairs. She wore a red overcoat, which was rather eye-catching. There was a look of pride on her face. This woman must have grown up in a wealthy and loving family. There was obvious arrogance in her eyes. She looked relaxed and elegant. She had a slender and enchanting figure with full breast and bottom. She wore a pair of cool black leather trousers that revealed the perfect curve of her legs. It made her look sexy.

The woman raised her head and saw Emily. She was surprised. Then she turned around and asked Rex, “Hey, who is she? I heard that Mr. Vincent’s sister have…”

Rex immediately interrupted her, “This is Miss Emily Britt. She saved Mr. Maury in the banquet last time. He quite likes her and has asked her to stay here for a few days.”

Rex then looked at Emily and said, “Miss Emily, this is the daughter of the chairman of Zayne Science and Technology.”

Emily remembered hearing of this person before. The guards described her as “the daughter of the chairman of Zayne, a beauty with a nine head figure.”

“Miss Britt?” The woman seemed to know nothing about the Britts. She tilted her head and thought for a few seconds. Then she smiled at Emily, “Hello, my name is Irene Potter.”

She had an air of sophistication obtained from frequent social engagement. She stared at Emily and asked, “Aren’t you coming down? It hurts my neck to talk to you from here.”

She didn’t beat around the bush. It was a straightforward woman.

Emily stood there and said in baby’s voice, “Nice to see you, Miss Irene.”

Then she turned around and went upstairs.

Irene was a little surprised, “Hey, what does she mean?”

Rex didn’t know why the little Hulk played dumb again, but he had to explain that to Irene. Therefore, he sighed and said, “When Miss Emily was seven years old, she had a high fever. It caused serious damage to her brain. And now her intelligence is equivalent to that of a seven-year-old child.”

The guards twitched their eyebrows as they heard the nonsense.

“Oh… I see. She does look like a child, but she’s pretty.” Irene said sympathetically. But then she sat on the sofa and opened the mobile phone memo, “What’s the color of Mr. Vincent’s bed and quilt?”

Rex was shocked.

cleared his throat, “Miss Irene, Mr. Vincent doesn’t like people to

and said, “I am going to buy an apartment. I need to know his style so that I can ask people to decorate the bedroom. I

an apartment for

saying that, Rex recalled the bruise on the little Hulk’s

to the stairs. She looked up and said, “A woman can succeed as long as she takes the initiative. He has turned down so many women. But I must be special

women. He didn’t turn

Irene picked up her gloves and walked out. When she got out of the door,

open the window in the past a few days. Thinking of this, a

had registered an account with Harold’s ID number and bank account. She bought two stocks recommended by Mr. Vincent. The

popped in to her mind was Irene in her red overcoat. Red was indeed gorgeous and beautiful. Christy had impressed people when she showed up in red.

studio. She sat down, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Then she picked up the brush and dipped it with some red paint. She applied one brush of it on

a full-length portrait. She had made several paintings of Mr. Vincent, but only his face. This time she didn’t draw with pencil. She directly applied the paint. Emily drew Irene’s slender waist and mixed pink and yellow for the arms. There was a diamond-embedded purse in her hand, and the golden eardrops were shining on her ears. The

face. She just tried to put on a sexy and

She felt her waist and neck ache. She stood up and turned her head to relax. Then

She quickly pulled down the sleeves of her

had hurt Emily, so he hurriedly came to see whether she was alright. He just stood there because she had concentrated on painting. The bright red on the paper chased away the gloom in his heart. But he suddenly

His eyes instantly darkened.

and got closer to him. Just as she was about to speak, Vincent grabbed her arm and stared at her

“Yes.”

lowered his head and

felt itchy in the bruise. She quickly withdrew her hand and said, “No. It doesn’t hurt

your neck.” He reached

neck and said,