Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

The incident happening to Granding Group not only implicated many people but also led to the exposure of Branden’s bribery many years ago. It was as if someone exposed this news on purpose. This whole process was revealed so easily, and no one had the heart to ponder over who the first discloser was.

With further investigations of Granding Group and since Branden’s case involved many important figures, Branden’s case was resubmitted for the second trial. There was no doubt that the people of high level must deal with Branden to control public opinion. And Branden would not know who disclosed it until his death, which became the Sword of Damocles hanging above his head.

“The police are keeping an eye on this place. How dare you come in? Aren’t you afraid that tomorrow’s headline news will be that Mr. Vincent climbed over the wall at the midnight into the balcony of the second daughter of the Britt family for dating?”

Emily had just taken a shower, and her hair was half-dried. As she walked out of the bathroom while swinging his hair, she saw Vincent in a suit sitting in front of her book desk.

Vincent slowly turned to look over, his slender legs bending at the bottom of the table. He leaned back slightly, his body against the chair, one hand on the edge of the table, and the other on the chair, showing a somewhat casual expression.

“Date?” He pondered over the word, as his eyes slowly moved from Emily’s white toes under the nightdress to her neck where the collarbone was exposed, then to her face, finally at her watery lips, and said in a low voice, “It’s good to date in the room.”

Emily was dumbfounded.

and read the news. Then she clicked the one about Branden

“I promised you before. I am not the one doing it. I asked the Albertons for

that Deon did not agree to help.

was confused about why he did not do it himself. He touched her face and said, “I will be the one who openly challenges the municipal government if I’m involved in this. My business counts on the government, so

ask is that wasn’t Deon unwilling

hair that fell on her shoulders and twirled it with his fingertips. It was filled with the fragrance of milk. His

Susan to make her some supper. Then, she threw the tablet on

his voice hoarse, “It turned

and handsome face, Emily

what? I did nothing.” Vincent looked at her with his dark eyes and a faint smile on his