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

“From Randy”, “From Armando,” “To Sister-in-law” and “From Jaquan”. She knew that they were Vincent’s

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

scenes of the elders standing at the table and carefully

soon recognized it because the lucky bag was put in a red envelope

by the first sincere New Year gift from Rolando. For a moment, her eyes reddened. Her flow of emotion was so abrupt and strong that she couldn’t hold back her tears

chin and asked,

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

relief and relaxation. “I will never deliberately please him again.” She paused for

Vincent laughed out loud.

He finally laughed.

raised her face slightly. Her fair skin looked like snow under the light. She stretched out her hand to scratch

stroked her face. His voice sounded

guards invited inside dared not look

in surprise in a villa, “Impossible! My

returned from abroad for a few days. At first, he helped deal with some family business, so occupied that he didn’t even have time to reunite

New Year’s Day

sofa, about to savor bottles of whisky, beer and red

Italy to Ethen’s cousin Vincent. Then someone mentioned Vincent’s

also said it was an affair. Did you see him kiss a