Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 806

Emily’s only impression of Vincent’s birthday was that her waist hurt.

She woke up until the evening of the next day. She dragged her body that seemed to have been squeezed by a large machine and managed to seat herself on the sofa, gasping and staring blankly at the ceiling.

“It looks like that you love the gift I gave you.” Christy rubbed her shoulders.

Emily was too tired to speak. She turned back and looked at Christy with a harmless stare.

Emma, Sydnee, and the others had rushed back to City Y early this morning. Emily felt sorry that she didn’t get up to send them off. When she picked up her phone and found that it was already the evening of the next day. She suddenly felt sad.

Emily thought that she should make an agreement with Vincent that he shouldn’t sleep in the bedroom except on weekends and the day before!

“By the way, can you give me the painting in your studio as a gift?” Christy asked.

As Emily had difficulties walking around, Christy got out the framed picture from the studio by herself. When Christy came out, she saw a picture of Harold hanging on the innermost wall. A tall and burly figure was standing in the sun, loyal and solemn, even with a wooden face.

This painting was different from the others. Instead of Emily’s, Harold’s signature was written in the bottom right corner.

Christy sighed and walked out with the painting in her arms.

Ferne was still working on the hotel decoration and called Vincent over. There were only two guards at home, squatting in the corner, eating ice cream, and enjoying the air conditioning. They were probably worried that Emily would be afraid of being alone in the room, so they called Christy over.

Christy thought that Emily may wake up until eleven o’clock. Who knew that she would sleep for so long? Christy had checked the painting of Trevor about four times until Emily finally woke up.

finally had the chance to

standing there and looking up at the painting on the wall, on which there

It was a painting-within-a-painting.

for you.”

over

Emily hurt so she

tongue and said, “It

was lost for

two women on

laughing with her hair messed up, he could not help but loosen the top two buttons of his shirt. His Adam’s

guards followed closely behind could not help but take out his phone and enter

What did Mr. Vincent eat these

and

cream: No, I guess it must be Mutton soup

eating ice

class, she found that something

see. Every time you ask for leave, something must happen to our class.” Tatiana

schoolbag and asked,

the class. It seemed that the others hadn’t come to class for a

us. They asked us to pay for it.” Tatiana shrugged, “Those in our

someone in our class

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