Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Two days later, St. Peter’s Cathedral, Vatican, Italy.

The cathedral, which normally held tens of thousands of pilgrims, was so quiet. Apart from the rhythmic sound of leather shoes stepping onto the ground, there was no other sound.

In the corridor to the right of the door was work of Michelangelo, ‘Peter’. It was done when he was twenty-three.

On the left side of the third chapel, and on the opposite walls of the second and third chapels, was the bronze monument built by Bolewolo for Enoch VIII.

Standing in front of the monument was Vincent. He was dressed in an ink suit and had a straight collar. His expression was exceptionally cold. His eyebrows were slightly knitted, revealing a mark between his eyebrows. He stood slightly sideways, and the line of his jaw was sharp.

“Mr. Vincent.” Rex came in from outside and whispered, “People are waiting in the middle hall.”

Vincent raised his left wrist and gently adjusted his cuff links with his right hand. His eyes were filled with indifference and coldness, “Let’s go.”

Walking along the middle hall, a dignified aura filled the air. The most eye-catching thing was the bronze canopy directly below the dome. It was thirty meters tall and supported by four twenty-meter-tall spiral copper pillars. It looked majestic and tall. There was a guardian angel at each corner of the canopy. Behind them, four copper pillars with phoenix tails folded upwards supported a huge copper ball. On the copper ball was a cross, the symbol of the Catholic.

A dozen or so Europeans stood beneath the cross.

All of them were about forty years old. Some of their hair had already turned gray. The youngest was only around thirty-five years old. Their eyes were deep. Some had square faces, wide jaws and looked rich.

Hearing the footsteps, the group of people turned around and smiled.

“Hello.”

“Long time no see!”

“How is your family?”

Vincent nodded slightly. Instead of using Italian, he replied in English, “Very good. Thank you for your concern.”

translators who were translating in fluent

with him, not the four guards. They asked

Vincent glanced at them. His thin lips curled up slightly into a faint

laughed when they heard the translation.

here?” One of them

mention it, they echoed, “Yeah, we

Vincent

square face and a broad chin asked. He had a beer belly, but he liked to wear a white shirt. The temperature in Italy was not low in winter. He wore only a white shirt, tightening his

will be fine.”

like a thin blade, cutting open a person’s nerves inch by inch. However,

about opening a casino in Rome next

pity,” Vincent

agreed, so they looked at him with laughter and then at the translator. The translator forcefully translated, “He said it was

laughter on everyone’s

“What do you mean?”

you say it was

cross above everyone’s heads. He did not quite understand why these people, whose hands were all stained with blood, liked to come

family doesn’t engage in pornography, drugs and gambling. This is a rule set by the family. It has been maintained for many years. Ethen is too young to reject you. Therefore, I came here to apologize on behalf of

…

the church. Rex finished the call on his headset and bowed slightly. “Mr. Vincent, the people

lowered his head and looked at the white pigeon that was looking for food. His

“Yes.”

suddenly thought of something and asked hesitantly, “Mr. Vincent,

to get close to me and assassinate me successfully.” Vincent turned to look at St. Peter’s Church. His thin lips curled up slightly, and his

“Then do you still want to