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 English at the same

noticed he only brought Rex with him, not the four guards. They asked curiously

it?” Vincent glanced at them. His thin lips curled up

Italians laughed when they

here?” One of

moment, when they heard someone mention it, they echoed, “Yeah, we have an appointment

Vincent said

asked. He had a beer belly, but he liked to wear a white shirt. The temperature in Italy was not low in winter. He

He will be fine.” Vincent looked at

a thin blade, cutting open a person’s nerves inch by inch. However, he still stared at Vincent until Vincent tilted his head to look

we discussed with Ethen about opening a casino in Rome next year. Everyone present will have a

a pity,” Vincent

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

laughter on

“What do you mean?”

did you say it was a

at the cross above everyone’s heads. He did not quite understand why these people, whose hands were

“The Scavo 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 him for disappointing

…

of the church. Rex finished the

looking.” Vincent lowered his head and looked at the white pigeon that was looking for

“Yes.”

Rex notified the other side, he suddenly thought of something and asked hesitantly, “Mr. Vincent, could he collude

him, I would kill me first and then do something else. He could pretend to be sick and injured. This way, it would be easier to get close to me and assassinate me successfully.” Vincent turned to look at St. Peter’s Church. His thin lips curled up

“Then do you still want