Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Something big had happened in City Y recently!

The head of the Scavo family, Vincent, had a car accident on the way to the cemetery more than half a month ago. Except Emily being saved, there were only a few burnt corpses left on the scene. The news had been suppressed for more than half a month. It was not until today when Rolando came back from the autopsy department that he issued an obituary and officially announced the death of Vincent in a car accident.

For a time, all the citizens of City Y were immersed in this sad news, and even many women secretly wiped their tears with great sorrow.

Over the past few days, the Scavo’s had been bustling with friends from the business world. Other than that, the various branches of the family also came to express their condolences to their relatives and friends. However, Ethen, who was most likely to be the next head of the Scavo family, had yet to appear.

In a high-class hotel suite, Ethen held the autopsy report in his hand. He flipped through a few pages and threw them back onto the coffee table. “Dead or alive, I have to see him. Although there is one corpse, I believe it is not Vincent.”

“Rolando has admitted it. What else do you doubt?” Bruce frowned as he said earnestly, “Hurry up to meet him. Everyone has seen your performance and you will soon be the head of the family.”

“Dad, you are too naive.” Ethen picked up a glass of wine from the coffee table and took a sip. “I came back from Italy, took over the affairs of the family, and then Vincent suddenly had a car accident. Don’t you think that all these things happened too…”

Bruce’s eyes lit up. “That’s right! It’s as if it was fated. Perhaps even God couldn’t bear to watch it and wanted to kill him. That’s why they let you be the head.”

Ethen was lost for words.

Ethen looked at him in confusion. “Dad, I really don’t understand. How did you give birth to a son as smart as me? Could it be that I inherited all my mother’s genes?”

There was a dead silence.

Bruce’s face was red as he cursed, “Bastard!”

Ethen stood up and tried his best to make it easier to understand. “What I mean is that those things seemed to be secretly manipulated. They happened so reasonably and smoothly, making it impossible for anyone to find doubtful points.”

Bruce continued to guess, “So do you mean … someone is helping us behind the scenes?”

Words failed Ethen.

he was casting pearls before swine, Ethen couldn’t help but sit on the

can you talk to me like that?” Bruce chided with knitted

am puzzled. Are you

“Bastard!” Bruce cursed.

go later. You can leave.” Ethen pushed Bruce to the

his sentence, the door

his anger and could not help but think about what Ethen meant. Because he could not figure it out for a long time, he assumed that there was a kind person who

relevant information about the product price. “This is the price list that the engineers

on the chair from the sofa, turned on the computer, and verified the decimal places. Then he rubbed his temples, closed the document, and asked Kevin, “What do you think Vincent threw such a big hot potato to me? I wonder where he

you think Vincent is still alive?” Kevin

his muscles by massaging his shoulders and neck. Ethen stretched and said lazily, “Did you notice? Last time in Italy, he

yawned. “Look, as soon as he was injured, all affairs in Italy were left to me. No one had any objections. Although it looks reasonable, I kept feeling that something was wrong. And in this car accident,

the

by the coffee table, he picked up a cherry

is so, Rolando would find a loophole. He is so shrewd.

gave him a look of appreciation. Talking to his assistant

doubts. Normally, Rolando should have done careful appraisals in various places. However, he issued an obituary after taking just one autopsy report without doubting the authenticity

it be that this

a tissue. “But it doesn’t make sense. Vincent is Rolando’s only grandson. What good

If Vincent was dead, anyone

but he immediately stopped talking at the

Ethen looked at

say anything, Kevin