Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

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On midwinter evenings, it got dark early in City Y. There were no stars in the pitch-black sky.

It was an ordinary night, but it was unusual.

The owner of the Dalton Hotel returned to his suite early, and he did not even have dinner delivered. The staff had a good gossip about that their boss had broken up with his boyfriend.

Ever since his boyfriend walked out in a fit of anger, their boss had been depressed. He was not in the mood of doing anything all day long. Today, his spirit was lifted, but he looked tense. His eyes were extremely bright, and he looked like a poising leopard.

Ferne was waiting for a phone call. Noah asked him to arrange a police car to search near the appointed location for the purpose of scaring the organizer. However, if anything went wrong, Noah and Christy would not be able to come back.

Ferne had intended to join them, but Noah refused on the grounds that his face was conspicuous. Noah had a point there. After all, Ferne ran a hotel, and he was considered one of City Y’s young and promising entrepreneurs. However, Ferne felt disgruntled with the word ‘conspicuous’, which didn’t sound like a word to describe a man. Instead, it sounded like the word for the most popular courtesan.

Time crawled to 22:11 in his wild imagination. His phone vibrated. It was a message from Noah. It was a period.

Ferne was exasperated.

‘Damn it. Can’t this guy type more words?’

‘Thankfully, he is fine.’ Ferne let out a sigh of relief. He changed and went upstairs. These days he was practicing boxing. It was said that it took twenty-one days to form a habit. After practicing for two months, he finally took to the feeling of sweating profusely.

After he changed clothes, Ferne went upstairs. A waiter came out after he finished cleaning the arena. However, he stopped at the door and saw Ferne go to the sandbag and gave it a fierce punch.

The sandbag swung slowly, revealing a portrait on the sandbag. It was Noah’s face.

The waiter shook his head. ‘Mr. Ferne is turning his love into hate.’

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His client wanted to fight for the best interests in court, but at the same time he was worried that it would cost more to hire a lawyer. Even if he won the lawsuit, he would get less. In short, the indecision of the client

On the fifth night, he managed to call Arabella after work, briefly explaining that he had been

weekend. I’ll

mood was lifted. “Where

any idea, so he

Cultural Palace.” Arabella

I’ll pick you

ten. He flexed his shoulders and drove out of the garage. Afterwards, he opened the window

at 60 mph. He relaxed at the view

beside him. It was a long van. The window at the front passenger seat was open, but the man sitting on it

on the steering wheel. When the light turned green, the van sped away. Jaquan was behind the van. In the high beam

his eyebrows, thinking he

the girl on the van was beating at the window with tears in

…

were two electronic tags. One was

one would suspect

moment, the tag on the organizer displayed its location on the computer. A red dot was moving towards the east of the city. However, the girl’s

was fully

finger slowly moved towards the east of the city. Finally, the

quickly made a mark on the map, and Christy firmly pressed a position on the map. The red dot had not moved there, but according to the map, there were no other roads nearby, so she put her finger on the place that the only route would lead

he gaped at the

the name of the place. Now it dawned on him that it was only part of

place that Christy pointed at. It

in the

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