Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Harold took a painting with him said that Noah asked her to redraw the portrait of the suspect. The suspect was a middle-aged woman. She looked kind. But she always frowned, which was unpleasant and gloomy to look at.

Instead of starting to draw, Emily put it aside. When she was back to her office after the meeting, she asked Harold to bring the portrait over. After thinking for a while, she began to draw devotedly.

Emily didn’t have much time. Every few minutes she had calls to take. It was either from the marketing department or the advertising department to report things to her. The finance department and the purchasing department called for detailed expenditure and income reports. Though Harold helped Emily to answer the phone, Emily also listened attentively. All the money here was hers. The advertising department was set up with her money. The salary of all the employees was her responsibility.

The Britt Group had been broken for a long time. On the first day Emily worked here, she told Harold to transfer one million dollars in as the expenses of the entire company, such as the fuel and travel expenses of the marketing department.

Emily then set up the advertising department. What was more, she added more than 20 positions and bought relevant supporting equipment for art designers, sales, administration and logistics, advertising, copywriting, planning, vision, interactive design, and so on.

Of course, Emily would not check accounts. She just wanted to know a general picture of the financial situation of the company.

Harold had stayed in the company with Emily for nearly two weeks. He was used to the silent working mode. When he looked up, it was almost noon. He remembered that he hadn’t ordered a lunch.

He looked towards Emily who was still drawing. Harold did not disturb her. He stood up and walked out. The assistant at the door saw him and handed him a lunch box.

Harold knew who sent it. So he took it with a nod at the assistant and walked back.

The assistant was high on gossip. She opened the group chat and typed.

“Why did the Scavos prepare food for Miss Emily?”

“Furthermore, her assistant was calm with this. Is he used to it?”

“I bet that Miss Emily and Mr. Vincent are in a … relationship.”

“May I ask what … means?”

“Me too!”

“Me too!”

think they are

that Miss Emily

couldn’t retort

beautiful. Not to mention that she is much younger

“That rumor is right.”

“I agree.”

“What rumor?”

big shots had been to Mr. Maury’s funeral. You can find it online. But no one took any photos, they could not prove it. It

are you

Emily and Mr. Vincent are likely

“OMG”

meat. I had secretly said bad

“You are not alone.”

much of her at first. But now I have egg on

placed the lunch on the table and poured a glass of water. He walked to

looked up at the time. It was past noon. She put down her pen and exercised her neck. Then she stood up and took a sip of water. She caught a glimpse of the food box on the coffee table. She put down the

sure,”

black Bentley parked at the door of the opposite building. A man was standing in front of the car. He was too far away,

a heart on it. Through the heart, she saw the man raised his hand. It seemed that he grabbed something and pressed

when he

lunch. The usual coldness disappeared from her

found some investors to cooperate with Emily. She even reduced her advertising fee by two points

Merinda’s portrait. Noah described her in a general and objective way. It was not easy for Emily to draw. Because it was the portrait of a suspect, she had even surmised the suspect’s mental activities. Of course, a bad person would not show her evil on her face. She painted Merinda as a kind woman with desire and greed in her eyes. And there were laugh lines beside her mouth

was completed, Emily received a message from Noah. The police had blocked the passage of the news. Citizens of City Y did not know that Branden, chairman of Zayne Science

continued to report the new messages on

the last message, “Didn’t she get hurt? Can she heal

been recovered for the time being. It might

he was