Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 61


    Chapter 61 Disorder


    Just now, Vincent’s left arm was a little stiff when raising the cup. Nobody noticed that except Randy.


    “No big deal.” The man looked calm.


    Randy said, “I smelled it the moment you entered.”


    How could that be no big deal when he smelled strongly of blood?


    Vincent nced at him and said, “Your smell like a dog.”


    “Did that little girl hurt you?” Randy knowingly asked the question.


    Everyone in the room looked frightened when they saw Emily touched Vincent’s chest. Only Randy


    knew that Vincent got injured in his chest. Over the years, those who could let Vincent’s guard down all


    died. It was unknown whether the new one was good or bad.


    After all, they all wished him the best, but … that little girl seemed to have other motives, which made


    Randy a little worried.


    When he was making a fuss of Vincent, he looked up to find Vincent’s calm face. He sighed. “I feel that


    Jaquan is a little aggrieved to be jealous of you. If he saw that you treated another girl whole-heartedly,


    he probably didn’t know who tofort, Arabe or himself.”


    Vincent took out a cigarette but didn’t smoke. He yed with it between his fingers and said


    unemotionally, “He’s too aggressive and should be given a blow.”


    Randy nced at him and asked, “No, what I meant was, are you serious? Do you really like her? You


    don’t usually behave that way, such as kiss whenever you want. God, that picture keeps wandering in


    my mind. I even dreamed that you took that girl into your room at night … so I doubt that if you’ve been


    suppressing your sensual passion for too long and suffered hormonal disorders. “


    “One more word.” Vincent threw the cigarette into his mouth, gritted his teeth, and said in a low and


    terrifying voice, “I’ll let you suffer a joint disorder.”


    “…”


    Randy got out of Vincent’s hair.


    ….


    When Emily came out, she saw a taxi parked in front of her. The man in the driver’s seat looked like


    Vincent’s guard. She couldn’t see what that man looked like as he was dressed in ck and wore


    sunsses. However, she felt that the man was not a driver but more like a killer.


    “Miss, where are you going?” He asked.


    Emily stared at him vigntly, “You are…?”


    “I’m handsome, and I know it.” The man’s face wrinkled in a grin.


    “…”


    After seeing the tuxedo that he wore, Emily rxed and sat down.


    Since it was Vincent’s people, she dropped her guard. However, she was just curious how he got the


    taxi. Did he hide the driver into the trunk?


    She nced at the “driver” who looked righteous through the rearview mirror and soon dispelled this


    doubt.


    Harold called back. He found out where the two swindlers were and was heading back. If time


    permitted, they might meet at the gate of the Britt’s.


    Thinking of this, Emily quickly sent out another text message.


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    The car stopped when it was still some distance away from the gate. Emily thanked the guard before


    she got off the car.


    Then she quickly hid herself under a tree in front of gate. After a while, Harold rushed over from afar


    and walked in to send away the butler, after which Emily trotted in.


    From the perspective of the guards, they could only see that Miss Emily was jumped into the air like a


    cannonball and then stopped steadily on the balcony with a curtain-call pose.


    “…”


    Awesome!


    What a pity that he just forgot to shoot that.


    The guard drove the car to the underground parking lot of Ferne Hotel. Then, he opened the trunk with


    no regard for others and took the driver out. He pulled the cloth out of his mouth and smiled at him,


    “Thank you.”


    Then he took out a fifty and handed it to him, “Here’s the fare.”


    The driver, whose legs were still trembling with fear and couldn’t say a word.


    The man didn’t n to kill him and throw him in the wild. Instead, he just wanted to borrow his car to


    take a ride?


    And he chose his taxi?


    ….


    Emily went to the balcony and looked at the room next door. Elsie was not in the room but her balcony


    door was open.


    It was so strange that she hadn’te back yet.


    She went in the room and put on her pajamas. Just as she finished shaping the nket as if she had


    slept in it, she heard a car stopped and then came the butler’s voice. “Mrs. Britt and Miss Elsie, you are


    back. Miss Elsie… what’s wrong?”


    The voice behind him was somewhat tiny and Emily could not hear it clearly. It seemed that something


    had happened to Elsie. She walked barefoot to the balcony and saw Beverly telling the butler with a


    cold face, “When Mr. Maury came back, don’t say anything. Just say that we went out for shopping.”


    The butler immediately replied, “Yes.”


    Elsie entered the living room with rage and ttered up the stairs. Then, she rushed to Emily’s room


    and found that the door was locked. She angrily knocked on the door.


    “Retard! Open the door! Did you put the lipstick on my chair? Did you? You made me like a fool in front


    of so many people. Damn it! I’m going to kill you!”


    Regardless of Elsie’s hoarse scream outside the door, Emily messed her hair in front of the mirror, then


    unbuttoned her pajamas. The phone on the dressing table buzzed. It was a call from Maury. The


    message that Emily sent in the taxi was: Dad, I’m so scared.


    Maury should soon be back.


    Fortunately, Elsie had returned now. Otherwise, Emily could only pretend to have had a nightmare, and


    it would be a pity to miss such good opportunity.


    “Miss Elsie! Tell me what’s wrong! Calm down! You would scare Miss Emily!” Susan’s voice came from


    outside. She anxiously called out to Beverly, “Mrs. Britt, help persuade Miss Elsie!”


    Beverly sent a message to Eliot asking him where Maury was.


    In the car, Eliot turned to look at Maury in the back seat and replied: Company.


    Beverly winked at Elsie, telling her to do whatever she wants. Then, shenguorously entered the room


    and applied a facial mask before sleep.


    “Get away! She’s an idiot! Why do you help her? Why?” After knowing that Maury would not being


    back for a short time, Elsie shed all her disguise and pped Susan angrily, “Open your eyes! I am the


    daughter of the Britts!”


    Susan was beaten and disheveled, but she still tried to persuade Elsie, “Miss Elsie, I gave you a call. It


    should be yourself who identally dropped the lipstick on the chair…”


    “Are you saying that I had only myself to me?” Elsie pointed at her resentfully, “I can get you out of


    this house easily!”


    Then she lifted Susan’s apron and said, “Give me the key!”


    Susan begged her, “No, I can’t. Miss Emily must have locked the door out of fear. If I open the door, it


    will leave a shadow on her. Miss Elsie, don’t be angry. Calm down first.”