Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

“Mr. Vincent, you always comfort me with nice words.” Emily sniffed and then kissed his lips. “Thank you.”

Vincent held the back of her head and kissed her again. Then he said with a hoarse voice. “Accompany me to a place in two days.”

“Where?” she asked.

“It’s my grandfather’s birthday.” Vincent touched her long hair. “I’ll take you to see him.”

Emily nodded. “Alright, I haven’t gone to see Mr. Rolando and the others for a long time.”

“Good night.” Vincent put the book aside and turned off the lights.

“Good night.”

The guards were restlessly waiting outside the window. Half an hour later, they still did not hear anything. They could not help but stick their ears against the window.

Guard A: “Do you hear that? Is there any movement?”

Guard B: “No.”

didn’t hear it either.

“Hey, it’s

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birthday. But Ethen treated him like his own grandfather after he became the patriarch. Sometimes he would send some fruits and local specialties. Otherwise, it would be some special tribute tea leaves. In short, although Vincent was not

good fortune. Although Vincent was more capable, he was not as considerate as Ethen. In front of Ethen, many people praised him for his rare

hearing people’s words. He said, “Shut up if you don’t know how to speak! What’s wrong with my grandson? Do I need you to help to judge whether Vincent is considerate or not? I don’t need you to tell me! Yes, Ethen is also capable, but

by the words of those people. Because he was the patriarch, it was not good for him to ask someone to drive them away. Moreover, this was Mr. Rolando’s house. If he showed his anger here, it would damage Mr. Rolando’s reputation. He still knew how to deal with interpersonal relationships. But he did not expect that Mr. Rolando had shocked those

of patriarch. He had to be careful to speak and behave himself. He had to think twice before he could say anything or do anything. His actions and his words also represented the Scavo family. In the future, he could not go to any entertainment places, and even keep relationships with some friends and so on. It simply limited all his private life after work. He had to deal with the mess of the people in the clan, just like a police officer in this area. No, it was more like a

after roaring at the people. They held

cake later.” Ethen took a cup of tea and handed it to Mr. Rolando, “Moisten your throat and calm down. Don’t bother with

at him. “I’m going to the

remember to cut the cake later.” Ethen beckoned for

body was still quite healthy, but some people were saying that he was unable to recover from his grandson’s death in a car accident. He had been pretending to be physically inconvenienced for many days. Although he was able to climb to the third floor in one go, he