Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

**

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.’

…

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 had greatly affected his mood. As a result, he

managed to call Arabella after

weekend. I’ll take you

Arabella’s mood was lifted. “Where

didn’t have any idea, so he

Cultural Palace.” Arabella

pick you

It was half past ten. He flexed his shoulders

night, and he kept his speed at 60 mph. He relaxed at the view and the cold breeze on

was a long van. The window at the front passenger seat was open, but the man sitting on it saw Jaquan’s car window was open, and he slowly rolled up the van

on the steering wheel. When the light 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

eyebrows, thinking he was so

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

…

got home, they went to the computer. There were two electronic tags. One was placed on the girl

tag on the organizer was hidden in a lighter. If it was discovered, no one would suspect it was an electronic tag, as it

on the computer. A red dot was moving towards the east of the city.

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

the city. Finally, the red dot on

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

to say something, he gaped at the position

girl had written. It was a G. He had failed to figure out the name of the place. Now it dawned on

looked at the place that Christy pointed at.

in

**