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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the opposing lawyer proposed a settlement. His client wanted to fight for the best interests in court, but at the same time he was worried that it would cost more

fifth night, he managed to

is weekend. I’ll take you

Arabella’s mood was lifted. “Where are we

any idea, so he asked, “Where do you want

Cultural Palace.” Arabella

I’ll pick

looked at the time. It was half past ten. He flexed his shoulders and

congested at night, and he kept his speed at 60 mph. He relaxed

to look at the car beside him. It 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 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 rear window of the van ahead of him. When he drove closer, he found that it

between his eyebrows, thinking he was so tired recently

window with tears in her eyes, but

…

two electronic tags. One was placed on

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

the organizer displayed its location on the computer. A red dot was moving towards

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

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

there, but according

Noah was about to say something, he

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

that Christy pointed at. It was the GY

was in the GY

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