Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

The car headed for the funeral home left at nine o’clock, just at the same time as the shareholders’ meeting of the Britt Group.

Emily, dressed in all black, stood at the entrance of the hospital. She looked indifferent, and no one knew what she was thinking. Harold paused for a moment and took out a strawberry-flavored candy from his pocket and handed it to her.

Emily took the candy, opened the package, and put it into her mouth.

Strange. She could not taste anything.

The candy in her mouth tasted like the bun in the morning, mixed with the smell of blood and bitterness.

Instead of rushing to the Britt Group, she escorted the cold body from the hospital to the funeral home. Then it was cremated. She picked a black carved urn and put her father in it. Then, she carried the urn back to the Britt Group.

The meeting had been over.

From now on, the company was no longer called the Britt Group. The workers had already replaced all the LED lights and billboards on it.

Emily stood there, silently watching.

A gust of cold wind blew by and Emily finally moved. She got in the car again and said to Harold, “Let’s go home.”

Granding Group had made a plan. After taking over the Britt Group, They not only dealt with the bad books of the Britt Group but also paid the employees’ wages and bonuses in advance. They told the employees that it depended on themselves whether to stay or to leave. According to Harold, fewer than seven chose to leave, and they used to have a good personal relationship with Maury. But that was all. No one else chose to leave.

“The biggest shareholder of Granding Group is the Heyton family.” Harold reported to Emily in the car, “Also, the Heytons came to the morgue to visit Mr. Maury. The handkerchief Noah picked up there had the Heyton family’s logo on it. It was probably Jackson that came by.”

looked down at the urn would her tense emotion

“Yes.”

“And

of being beaten up that day. Yesterday, he discovered something, but something

up

said, “Yes, the camera captured the assistant of the Heytons. He was sitting in the car, but his hand was captured. According to the watch on his hand and the vaguely revealed profile, the private detective deducted that it was Jackson’s

Emily stopped talking.

least on the surface. Furthermore, the business of the Britt Group has

“Kamron,” Emily said.

“What?” Harold didn’t understand.

the rearview mirror and

said as if she was going to kidnap

tomorrow,” Emily expressionlessly said, “and he will

didn’t know

that she was not joking. He nodded and said,

Mr.

to do with Kamron, he was a Heyton after all. Harold remembered that when they first met, Kamron was smashed to bleed by Emily with a brick,

sympathized with Kamron, he began to

mourning hall all day. They called the Britts’ relatives to inform them of the funeral; they covered everything with white cloth and changed

living dead person. Her eyes were swollen from crying. She seemed to

trade the company for her mother, but she ended up killing her father. No one could tell her why. Her brother, to whom she