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.

watching. If her stocks were to fall below the initial price, she could just take it as a chance

her mind. She somehow felt that the stocks might rise again. However, she wouldn’t say anything without solid reason. Vincent continued to recommend her other stocks of new energy, artificial

Emily saw Vincent off. It was freezing cold outside. She asked him to stay, but Vincent said he was occupied tomorrow. He kissed her cheek and

off the bed and rushed to the window. She quietly pulled back a corner of the curtain and saw a tall man jumping down from

quickly took a few photos with her phone, only to

would definitely not believe her after seeing such photos. She had to get a clearer picture, best that of

The figure seemed familiar to

know who to ask for help. Right now, her mother was still locked up and she could only rely on

as she could see her mother, she would do anything to

for her to meet her mother. She held her phone and thought of Eliot again.

**

The small company he worked in only gave employees five days

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

probably didn’t know what

knocked on

was the landlord. He was holding a plate with steaming

we have made more dumplings than we need. These

“Thank you.”

told Emily so. In Eliot’s life philosophy, if someone helped him for nothing, he must be careful of that

begged the landlord to

sat on the coffee table and began eating. There were all kinds of fillings. He started to feel that the dumplings were not made by the landlord. A middle-aged man would like the new-style ones. Suddenly, something occurred to him. He quickly grabbed the key