Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Rolando was an open-minded person. As the patriarch, he denounced the primogeniture and demanded competition between the younger generations of the Scavos. He knew how difficult it was for a man to reach this position while how easy to lose the true self when tempted by power. From the bottom of his heart, he did not want his son to become the patriarch. A successor would endure much hardship as a young boy rather than having fun like normal children.

It turned out that his son was qualified but not meant to be the patriarch.

After Vincent visited his uncles, he returned home and saw Rolando sitting on a chair. Seeing his grandson, Rolando held up a glass of wine to cover his red eyes, “Have they all left?”

Vincent put a blanket on Rolando’s shoulders. Then, he picked up the wine glass in Rolando’s hand and said, “Don’t drink too much.”

Rolando nodded.

Rolando felt warm in his heart but his eyes reddened. Every New Year when he saw the happy scene of family union, he couldn’t help but think of his son and daughter-in-law who had passed away. He would also remember his unmarried daughter and that sweet lovely granddaughter.

Staggering back, Rolando seemed to have grown so old in an instant. Vincent wanted to help him, but Rolando waved his hand, “I can walk by myself.”

In the bright hall, the old man stubbornly moved forward, step by step, leaving others a lonely figure. The dull voice of stepping on the stairs echoed in the huge room.

Vincent hugged Emily tightly and heard Rolando’s enjoinment that was said in a chocked voice.

“Vincent, take care of yourself. All of you need to live well.”

“What do you have in your hand?” Emily tilted her head in Vincent’s embrace, looking at the eight or nine large red envelopes in his hand. She grinned as her eyes narrowed. She looked like a little crafty fox, eyes flashing with burning light. “Are they all for me?”

“That’s right.” Vincent put the red envelopes in her hand. “From my friends and the elders”

written on the red

“From Randy”, “From Armando,” “To Sister-in-law” and “From Jaquan”. She

by the elders were very easy to identify. The red envelope with the painting of ancient artwork must have been given by Benson. The one with the delicate sketch of a computer was from Carl. Another one with wild and free

scenes of the elders standing at the table and

“happiness” on the back. She soon recognized it because the lucky bag was put in a red

gift from Rolando. For a moment, her eyes reddened. Her flow of emotion was so abrupt and strong that

rubbed her chin and asked,

I used to do something silly to please him, only to intensify

relief and relaxation. “I will never deliberately please him again.” She paused for a moment and whispered, “I’ll just

Vincent laughed out loud.

He finally laughed.

face slightly. Her fair skin looked like snow under the light. She stretched out

her hand and stroked her face. His voice sounded hoarse and slightly magnetic, “I’ll

inside dared not

shouted in surprise in a villa, “Impossible! My brother

helped deal with some family business, so occupied that he didn’t even have time

only on New Year’s Day did he have

was sitting on the sofa, about to savor bottles

to Ethen’s cousin

his hand in disbelief. “Anyway, I won’t believe until I see. You also said it was an affair. Did you see him kiss a woman? Did you