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.

doesn’t like people to ask about his

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 am

to buy an apartment for Mr. Vincent

that, Rex recalled the bruise on the little

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 to him. I have been trying for so long, and he hasn’t turned me

No. You were the same with those women. He didn’t turn you down just because your father was a business

got out of the door, she looked behind at the second floor. She saw

about Vincent, but she remembered that he didn’t open the window in the past a few days. Thinking of this, a shadow

checking the stocks in her room. She had registered an account with Harold’s ID number and bank account. She bought two stocks recommended by Mr. Vincent. The prices were still falling and she saw a bright

Red was indeed gorgeous and beautiful. Christy had impressed people when she showed up in red. She was

her eyes, and took a deep breath. Then she picked up

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 woman wore a pair

and enchanting air. Emily only painted

until she finished it. She felt her waist and neck ache. She stood up and turned her head to relax. Then she saw Mr. Vincent standing behind her. She did not

pulled down the sleeves of her sweater

taken a high dose of sleeping pills yesterday. He still remembered what happened last night. He worried that he 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

His eyes instantly darkened.

cold expression and got closer to him. Just as she was about to speak, Vincent grabbed her arm and stared at her wrist. He asked in a hoarse voice, “Have you applied some

“Yes.”

He lowered his

felt itchy in the bruise. She quickly withdrew her hand and

He reached out to

and said,