Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 117


    “Ouch…” Noah pulled back his arm. “Be gentle, Christy.”


    Christy pressed the disinfectant cotton ball on his forearm, “You deserve it! What were you thinking?


    You think you’re a Superman? You jumped out of the car! The person in the car didn’t hurt you, why did


    you jump out of the car?”


    “Weren’t I worried that he fell in love with me and took me home?” Noah blew his arm, because when


    he jumped out of the car, his arm acted as a cushion, but was hurt by a rock and arge piece of skin


    was rubbed off.


    “I’m so worried, but you still have the mood to joke!” Christy patted him angrily.


    “Alright, alright. Didn’t Ie back safe and sound?” Noah opened his arms to her. His other forearm


    was injured, so he just raised it up and said, “Come here, and give me a hug.”


    Christy avoided his injured forearm and hugged his neck. “We did it.”


    Noah was silent for a moment and he said, “No, one person died.”


    “What I’m talking about is this.” Christy let go of him and took out her mobile phone. On the front page


    of the news, there was a breaking news-Shocking! People in a Party in City Y Were Arrested! What


    Happened?


    After clicking on it, one could see that this news was only a gossip. The author did not know the real


    situation and listed all the reasons for his suspicion of them being arrested. However, in thements,


    there was a revtion: There was******. One had to pay to watch it.


    Almost every minute, three to five people clicked on it. Christy also paid for it. She indifferently looked


    at it. “This is the second time. Can the police dig out where they live?”


    “Who knows?” Noah took a puff of his cigarette andy on the sofa. He stared at the crystal chandelier


    on the ceiling and thought absentmindedly.


    “Don’t think too much. If we hadn’t gone, none of them would have been saved.” Christy continued to


    pick up ointment and apply it on his forearm. Then, she took out a bandage and wrapped it around his


    forearm gently.


    “I was just thinking that that person might interfere.” Noah exhaled white smoke, his broken eyebrows


    were twisted, and Ferne’s face appeared in his mind.


    “You mean the owner of the Dalton Hotel?” Christy looked at him unhappily, “So, why are you taking off


    your mask?”


    Noah flicked his cigarette butt and said, “I am thinking that if I go to his hotel next time, I will get a free


    treat.”


    “Get lost.” Christy left.


    Noah didn’t let her participate in this thing, even though she was already a perfect Christy.


    She knew that he was afraid what happened ten years ago would again.


    Noah walked over and rubbed her head with his uninjured arm. “I know you want to catch all of them in


    one go. Don’t worry, I’m just thinking of a n to kill two birds with one stone so that we won’t take the


    risk.”


    “You mean…” Christy looked at him in confusion, “That person?”


    “Yes.” Noah snapped his fingers, “Ferne, our next target.”


    A gray leaf had fallen from the room. The leaf was firmly stuck to the wall and hidden under the


    curtains. If one looked carefully, one could tell that it was not a leaf, but a small robot in the shape of a


    leaf.


    The little robot transmitted everything it saw to the other side of the pavilion because it had turned on


    the phone with Emily earlier. As a result, Noah’s conversation was transmitted to Trevor’sputer


    word for word.


    Trevor raised his head from the nket and felt at a loss when he heard a familiar name. He saved all


    the pictures and voices he had just received, and then clicked the button of yback.


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    For some reason, he seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then he turned up the female voice he


    heard.


    He seemed to have heard this voice before…


    **


    Before Emily could confirm whether it was the the Buckleys who attacked his eldest brother, she heard


    the news that Marquise had been punched-Marquise was in the hospital. Someone had lured away the


    bodyguard at the entrance and punched Marquise who was heavily injured again, which sent him into


    the ICU.


    At this time, Emily also got the surveince video of Eliot being beaten up.


    At that time, all the surveince cameras were destroyed. There was only a remote surveince


    camera that recorded the entire process of Eliot getting off the car and being beaten. Of course, it also


    included the scene of Kamron dragging him into a car.


    History repeated itself.


    When Kamron went to take Eliot away, he was mistaken for a ck-clothed man, so he got a heavy


    punch. When Kamron brought Eliot to Emily, he got another straight punch.


    It was already evening two dayster when Emily saw the surveince video.


    She had juste out of the studio. Every time when the three old men came in, they forgot to teach


    their students. Instead, they were immersed in debates and thoughts. They often expressed their


    opinions and had fierce arguments from time to time.


    At this time, Emily was always very quiet. She sat there quietly and remembered all the words the three


    old men had argued about. Regardless of whether they were useful or not, she remembered them first.


    She would think about them at the quiet night.


    Today, she had handed in her “homework”. The three old men asked for a picture to be drawn while


    listening in ss. Today, Emily painted Mr. Rndo sitting in the garden feeding fish.


    The three old men was jealous of him in the painting.


    “Rndo is so good at enjoying himself!”


    “There are fruits and melon seeds on the table! He’s not afraid that his blood sugar gets raised!”


    “He doesn’t have diabetes…”


    “I’m so angry! Look at him in the picture, he is so arrogant!”


    “He is still so young in your painting. Is his skin so good recently?”


    “It seems that he is indeed aging best among three of us…”


    “He swims every day. Of course, his skin is good…”


    While the three old people were discussing again, Emily took her phone to the bathroom and saw a


    video sent by Harold. Not long after her WeChat ount was registered, only Harold and Sydnee were


    added to her contacts.


    After watching the surveince video, Harold sent another message-should I send Eliot home?


    Emily called him, “No, this will only be more suspicious. You just need to let the bodyguards protect him


    secretly. If the Buckleys dare to cause trouble, just ask the bodyguards to call the hospital security.”


    “OK.”


    Emily said, “Is there anything ok with thepany?”


    Harold: “No. Recently, Mr. Vincent has been off work early. He would asionallye to the hospital


    and stay for a while.”


    Emily: “What about Elsie?”


    Harold: “There’s nothing wrong with hertely. She goes to school as usual. She has not attended any


    parties. She goes home on time every day.”


    “That is wrong.” Emily raised her head and looked at the mirror in front of the washstand. Her clothes


    were stained with some water colors. She wiped them with water, and her voice mixed with the sound


    of water. “Pay attention to her.”


    “OK.”


    “How is Sydnee doing?” She asked.


    “Very well.” Harold thought for a moment and then said, “It’s getting cold. Emily, take care of yourself.


    Don’t catch a cold.”


    Emily finally smiled, “Thank you, you too.”


    After hanging up the phone, she leaned on the washstand and washed her clothes. She didn’t bring


    anything when she came over. The clothes were all sent by Rex, and they fit very well. And some of the


    clothes’ styles and colors were the same with Vincent’s clothes.


    Thinking of Vincent, she suddenly remembered what Rex whispered in her ear at the end of today’s


    ss, “Vincent’s birthday ising soon.”


    His birthday, what gift would she give him?