Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Emily saw a net bar at the corner after walking four hundred meters from the school entrance. A group of hooligans was sitting on motorcycles outside of the bar. Marley, whom she met in the bathroom that day, was also there. She was wearing heavy makeup and chatting with a group of hooligans with colorful hair and dirty words. They probably felt that they were awesome, stepping on the electric scooter as if the gold throne under their feet. They waved their arms as if they were heroic. It was acceptable if one ignored their fake tattoos on the exposed arms.

Marisa found a bench somewhere and said to Emily, “Sit down.”

Emily sat down.

“You are calm. Is there anything you want to know?” Marisa took out a cigarette and lit it.

“Didn’t you tell me to watch the show? I’ve already seen the main character.”

She was skilled at smoking and put a piece of gum into her mouth after finishing a cigarette. “The play is about to start.”

Another group of hooligans with yellow hair and tattoos, wearing thin shirts on such a cold day came over. It was unknown where they had just gone. Their pants were covered in mud. They didn’t say much to Marley’s group before walking to an alley on the side of the net bar.

“Let’s go to take a look,” Marisa said.

Emily heard the fighting when she walked over, carrying her bag. Marley’s group lost the fighting and were all pressed to the ground in just a few minutes. The hooligan of the winning group even pulled Marley in his arms to kiss.

“Let me go.” Marley struggled but was slapped to the ground by the hooligan. The rest pulled her up and pressed her against the wall.

They tore her clothes.

It was the first time Emily had seen such a scene, with her eyes fixed on them.

“She wanted to throw your Examination papers last time, so you can record a video to prevent her bullying you next time,” Marisa said indifferently.

“You called the hooligans?” Emily looked at Marisa with her head tilted.

“I don’t want to do this.” Marisa was not angry although she was misunderstood. “I guess she would be suffered a little.” She was startled when Emily turned on the siren on her phone and played it with a loud volume.

the group of hooligans heard the siren,

after the thugs ran away. Her broken dress and bag were on the

when she heard someone talking. When she went out of

a down jacket inside of her school uniform and a

Was it … Emily?

the opportunity to record it, but you saved her. Aren’t you angry that

Emily looked at the road ahead and said, “It is more harmful to her

street lights had already been lit up. They stood at the intersection with busy traffic, looking at the

it. Otherwise, you would not be here.” Emily turned

is Marisa,” Marisa said, chewing

out

Emily.” Emily shook

home, Christy and the others had already been busy in

handed over the work to Emily. “It’s time for dinner. I’ve washed these fruits for you and put the

her shoes, put down his schoolbag, and put on her scarf to prepare her first

eat the ones Emily gave to him,

painting as a birthday gift this time, but she felt that it was better to make a cake that would attract

to go through so much trouble?” Christy whispered, “It’s fine without a gift

Emily was speechless.

“Take her

studying new cuisine. He looked up with a simple and blank expression when

with a bow tie on the counter

twitched. “I won’t

and then walked towards Trevor, who was studying new cuisines

asked when he saw that she was smiling

his back and whispered to