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.”

C: “I didn’t hear it either. Could it be that he’s

D: “Hey, it’s

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birthday of the Scavos family. Originally, Mr. Rolando didn’t want to celebrate his 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

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

I need you to help to judge whether Vincent is considerate or not? I don’t need

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

the position 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 living committee officer. He felt upset and missed his cousin, but his cousin would not be here forever. Even though it was difficult to make every step, he could

after roaring at the people. They held their wine glasses and chuckled as

the cake later.” Ethen took a cup of tea and handed it to Mr. Rolando, “Moisten your throat and

tea and waved at him.

Ethen

recover from his grandson’s death in a car accident. He had been pretending to be physically inconvenienced for many days.