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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hospitalization of his client. However, the opposing lawyer proposed a settlement. His client wanted to fight for the best interests in court, but at the same time

four days had passed since he formalized his relationship with Arabella. On the fifth night, he managed to call Arabella

weekend. I’ll

was lifted. “Where are we

didn’t have any idea, so he

Palace.” Arabella

pick you

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

traffic wasn’t congested at night, and he kept his speed at 60 mph. He relaxed at the view and

and tilted his head to look at the car beside him. It was a long van. The window at the front passenger seat was open,

turned green, the van sped away. Jaquan was behind the van. In the high beam light, he saw a girl’s face pressing against the rear window of the

between his eyebrows, thinking he was

know that the girl on the van was beating at the window with tears in her eyes, but

…

to the computer. There were two electronic tags. One was placed on the girl and the other on the

no one would suspect it was an electronic tag, as it was normal for a man to have a lighter in

was moving towards the east

out the map, on which every street and alleyway was fully detailed. Her hand had been moving towards the north of the

moved towards the east of the city. Finally, the red dot on the

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,

to say something, he gaped

G. He had failed to figure out the name of the place. Now it dawned on him that it was only part of

Christy pointed at. It was

in

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