Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

The group of people went to pick the horses and then selected the bows and arrows before riding into the green jungle.

Pablo said as he picked a meek horse for Vincent, “Vincent, just go have fun. It doesn’t matter if you can’t shoot any prey. I’ll give you some.”

He tried to keep his voice down and completely ignored the first place that everyone was after.

“Alright,” Vincent replied. After that, Pablo and Rex smiled and helped him to get on the horse. It seemed that being needed by Vincent was a very satisfying and blissful thing.

Baron glanced at the Second Elder while getting on his horse. Then he casually checked the private box of Mrs. Britt with a curtain drawn.

Every year, Baron would coldly watch the mothers of other islanders caringly told their children to be safe and not to get hurt before the event started. Deep down, he wanted so bad to watch his woman come out of the box and say to him…

“Be careful, my son.”

Even if it was just a brief reminder.

However, until Baron left on his horse, he did not hear anyone calling his name.

rule on Emerald Island that said women could not participate, but most of them were men. Thus, everyone thought she was just a servant

hand, frowned and glanced at her. He was worried that he would say something wrong in front of everyone, so he did not talk to her. He strode towards Ferne

next ceremony? I’d like to keep my hands that way.” Although Ferne said so, his expression suggested that if Pablo

attend the ceremony together. Do you want to go? There are still a few horses over there.” As Pablo raised his arm and caught the falcon, Timothy quickly held up the small bucket she carried and threw a piece of meat into

across the green forest with sharp gazes, and let out a piercing cry to send the location

his index finger, and the

cheered and shouted,

by this atmosphere. He looked eagerly

…

already gone in the jungle. He would not come out for a while. Besides, there are so many people here. I don’t dare him to do anything reckless.

was chewing the candy and asking Donna softly, “Mom, is that a real horse? Can I touch

not know what to

and said to her, “It’s a real horse. Come

sure if this Emily was ‘seven years old’ or

this innocent look while chewing the candy,