Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

In the superior single ward, Italy.

Ethen was peeling an apple, juggling a Swiss Army knife in his hand. The peel was evenly cut into one piece. The bottom of it had fallen steadily into the trash can. He asked without looking up, “Vincent, you didn’t intentionally get hurt just to hand all those businesses to me, did you?”

Seemingly in a casual manner, he actually slowed down slightly in peeling.

In less than a day, the Scavos had knew Vincent was shot in Italy. Knowing that Vincent’s injury was so serious to attend to his official duties, they handed over all matters in Italy to Ethen by Vincent’s request.

More than a decade ago, when Ethen was still a child, Vincent had become the head of the family. Although Ethen was unconvinced, he had an instinctive fear and dread towards Vincent. One could see no innocence and harmlessness of young men in Vincent. When he stared at someone with his dark eyes, he was like a vulture that was aiming at carrion, arousing one’s fear and panic.

After Ethen had grew up, he never dared to think about becoming the head of the family. He knew how much blood had been shed fighting for this position. He did not want to see his siblings kill each other a second time.

Therefore, he had always been obedient to the arrangements of the family and done his part of the work. Since he studied abroad, Vincent directly ordered him to go to Italy to take over the family business bit by bit. He had been in charge of cooperation in Italy for three years. It seemed that he was more popular than Vincent with his Italian partners. However, he knew that as long as Vincent existed, the business in Italy would return to him at any time, while Ethen was at best a handyman for him, in danger of losing his job at any time.

It could not be said that their relation was not so close because his kindness to Vincent was self-sentimental from the beginning. Occasionally, he would act cute to enliven the atmosphere. Vincent was indifferent to anyone that Ethen could not see through him.

He didn’t understand. Wasn’t Vincent afraid that he would have the rebellious mind of killing him if left in Italy?

Even his parents had subtly mentioned a few times.

“Ethen, since you have the ability, I will support you. If you want … your father and I will get prepared.”

Prepare for what?

Kill Vincent?

the position

many years, he had been a distinguished guest for his Italian partners. He knew that only status and power could bring one the greatest benefit in the world. During these years, he had met many bosses, both explicitly and implicitly, in many business venues in Italy. Some of them were family businesses. For the sake of profit, they had suffered countless casualties. It was as if everyone had a knife hanging around their

Vincent had left him here for

to do?” Vincent looked

piece of red peel, feeling it was an eyesore. He quickly peeled it off before looking up and smiling. “No, I haven’t

course and winked at Vincent. He was somewhat fawning, for he was worried that the family would blame him

and didn’t speak for

looked at him, but he was naturally

well in Italy these three years. Even if I don’t come this time, you’ll still handle it well.” He paused, taking the Swiss Army knife in Ethen’s hand and played with it. His voice was deep,

had known earlier, I wouldn’t have played tricks to

efforts to complete the tasks. He would even find a reason for Vincent

him and said calmly, “Go pack up and get

watch

asked Rex to book you a

mean to go home? Go back

Vincent nodded.

He bent down to hug Vincent on the bed. Perhaps it was impossible for them to hug in such

unpopular subjects by the family there.

after studying abroad, so he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. Although Vincent was reticent, he would solve problems for him and comfort him. The