Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

The small truck that the assistant drove was temporarily rented. The bed was too heavy for the assistant to lift. The things were carried onto the truck by the loaders. Stephanie glanced at it and shouted into the room, “Hey, that guy!”

She had forgotten to ask his name.

“Stephanie, don’t you know his name?” the assistant asked.

“I don’t care what his name is.” Stephanie said.

The assistant nodded.

Hearing the noise, Harold opened the door and came out. When he saw the truck at the door, he had already expected it. He found the bed was really huge. He thought about it and thanked Stephanie.

“Thank you.”

Then, he put his hands on the cargo carriage and jumped up. Stephanie’s assistant was stunned. “Have you underwent training before?”

Stephanie couldn’t help but look at Harold. He was wearing a long sleeve and his whole body was wrapped tightly. The gauze on his head was very thick today, and even his eyes were almost invisible.

The assistant said, “Wow, he’s so awesome. He looks even more awesome than the stunt doubles we met during filming. But … is his face disfigured?”

Stephanie nodded, “About the same. I haven’t paid much attention to it.”

by himself. Stephanie wanted to help, but she was

that Harold was crazy. He refused her help on the grounds of her uncomfortable waist. How did

assistant said that he seemed to have been trained. Could it

end, this bed was carried in by Harold. The

everything, the assistant gave two boxes of cookies to Stephanie. “Happy Mid-Autumn Festival. Don’t forget

want to eat with us?” Stephanie took out the red packet that she had already prepared and stuffed it into her assistant’s pocket. “Let’s have a

for me to go home for a reunion dinner. Thank you

and took a few photos of the herbs. After thinking about it, she took a photo with Spencer. When she was about to post, she suddenly deleted the photo. She did

take a photo for me.” Stephanie stood in the vegetable garden

Spencer took several

look at photos. But she immediately put on a long face. “Grandpa, what are you photographing? Are you

photos were

find a selfie stick. When she passed by Harold’s room, she realized that she could asked Harold

hadn’t used the phone for a long time. When he held it again, he immediately thought of the text messages from

the text messages went

poked his shoulder. “Do you

snapped back to

press this key. I will stand there and pull out the grass. You take a picture of my movements.