Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Emily walked to the desk, holding Vincent’s hand. She sat down on a chair, opened a book and asked, “I have some puzzles about the book. Can you explain them to me?”

This was not Vincent’s purpose of promising Emily everything she wanted.

Vincent smiled in frustration without revealing his thoughts.

“Sure.”

“I have questions about other books.” Emily leaned forward to look for books, lowering her head. She was so concentrated that she didn’t know how attractive she was in Vincent’s eyes.

She was wearing a large-size pink nightgown shaped like a rabbit. As she leaned over, Vincent could see her slender neck and fair skin. She wore her long black hair in a bun, leaving a strand of hair on her neck. She looked so attractive.

Vincent lowered his head and kissed Emily’s neck. She could feel the tip of his tongue.

Emily flinched and her ears turned red. She said in a trill, “It’s itchy. Don’t kiss me in that way.”

“I won’t.” He whispered in her ear. Emily could sense his warm breath and immediately felt limp. “Then how do you like my kiss?”

“…”

The guards exchanged glances and silently left.

However, things didn’t develop as they expected. Vincent just sat on the chair, hugged Emily and patiently explained the problems to her. The stocks she bought using Harold’s account kept plunging. Many stockholders had sold them, but she hadn’t decided yet.

fall below the initial price, she could

solid reason. Vincent continued to recommend her other stocks of new energy,

off. It was freezing cold outside. She asked

she felt frightened. She got off the bed and rushed to the window. She quietly pulled back a corner of the curtain and saw a tall man

quickly took a few photos with her phone, only to capture a blurry

such photos. She had to get a clearer picture, best that of

The figure seemed familiar to her but she just couldn’t figure

family didn’t believe her, even her elder brother. Elsie didn’t know who to ask for help. Right now, her mother was still locked up and she could only

long as she could see her mother,

it was difficult for her to meet her mother. She held her phone and thought of Eliot

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apartment. The small company he worked in only gave employees five days off

happy New Year. But he deleted every message before sending. He didn’t know how to face her anymore, even

probably didn’t know what had

knocked on the

the door. It was the landlord. He was

more dumplings than we

“Thank you.”

In Eliot’s life philosophy, if someone helped him for nothing,

begged the landlord to send the dumplings to

not made by the landlord. A middle-aged man would like the new-style