Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 224


    Irene nodded and looked at Emily. Before she walked away, she said, “Yeah, she is beautiful. It’s a pity


    that she is dumb.”


    Stephanie did not understand. “What?”


    Arabe knew that Emily was only pretending to be stupid, but she left without saying anything. She


    would like it if Emily was stupid in others’ eyes for the rest of her life. In this way, she would never be


    worthy of Vincent in her lifetime.


    Soon, it was the gift-giving time. Very few guests could give their gifts directly to Vincent. Most gifts


    were received by Rex on his behalf. It was formal and polite. Arabe and Irene didn’t get to give their


    gifts directly to Vincent either. However, they were lucky enough to talk to him for a while.


    “Vincent, you will definitely like the gift I gave you.” Arabe looked at Vincent eagerly, expecting him to


    open the gift box right away in her presence.


    Vincent nodded perfunctorily and looked away at somewhere else. Emily was far from him. In addition,


    she was short. Vincent didn’t see her even though he had tried a few times to find her in the crowd.


    Irene followed his gaze and saw the group of people behind him getting ready to dance again. “Would


    you like to dance?” she asked.


    Vincent tilted his head slightly. Noah, who was standing behind him, walked over and reached out his


    hand gently. “Beautifuldy, may I have the honor to dance with you?”


    Irene was dumbstruck.


    She didn’t see thating. She took a step back and said, “Forget it. I can’t dance in this outfit.”


    Smiling, Noah looked at Arabe. Before he asked, Arabe hurriedly turned around, bumping into


    Jaquan who was carrying a ss of champagne. When their eyes met, Jaquan raised his ss to herThis is from N?velDrama.Org.


    as greetings. Arabe still remembered what he deliberately said the other day and immediately walked


    away in anger. The truth was, she really wanted to look back to see his expression. Luckily, she didn’t.


    “What happened between you and Arabe? Just now, upstairs, you said she blocked you. Why?”


    Randy asked.


    Jaquan took a sip of champagne and briefly told Randy what happened at the banquet the day before


    yesterday. “I’m beginning to feel I haven’t been myself for some time.”


    Randy patted him on the shoulder and said, “You finally realized it!”


    “But there’s one thing I don’t understand. If Arabe likes me, her angry would make sense, but she


    doesn’t.” Jaquan was still looking at Arabe’s retreating figure. Just then, she decided to look back.


    Their eyes met again, and she red at him.


    “Have you heard of a psychologicalw?” Randy unfolded his fan in a mysterious manner, half of his


    face concealed by the words on the fan.


    “Thew says long-time sacrifice for love will not get repaid. On the contrary, the girl will take


    everything you do for her for granted. Once you care for her a little less, she will get angry and even


    say mean words.” Randy put away the fan and propped the head of the fan on Jaquan’s shoulder. “You


    humored her too much. Around her, you were like a docile dog. And suddenly, now you are attracted to


    another woman. How could she …”


    Before he could finish speaking, Jaquan punched him and said, “Who are you calling a dog?”


    Randy dodged. “Hey, I’m telling you seriously. You were too good to her, and she got used to it.


    Suddenly, your attitude towards her changed, so she naturally wouldn’t like it. Look at the bright side.


    She starts to care and will soon be your girlfriend if you still want her.”


    Jaquan frowned.


    Randy thought that Jaquan had finally learned to use tactics. Seeing Jaquan frown, he thought that he


    was thinking about what he should do next to win Arabe’s heart, so he put his arm around Jaquan’s


    shoulder and led him towards the stage. “Stop thinking about romance all the time. I just saw Armando


    come on stage. Let’s go take a look.”


    Two boxers were fighting in the boxing ring on the right. Many hot-blooded men cheered loudly. In the


    arena were professional boxers. When a round ended, the winner ran around the ring excitedly, his


    upper part naked, asionally hooking his finger to the spectators for a challenge. However, the


    people invited to the banquet were all young masters from aristocratic families. Normally, they would


    wear fancy suits. Even though they were thrill-seekers, they wouldn’t go up and fight with the boxers.


    This was Vincent’s birthday party. The boxers could get very serious.


    Unexpectedly, Armando took off his jacket and went up. He had intended to leave after the cake was


    cut. However, just as he walked past the arena, he saw the boxer on the stage hooking his finger at


    him with contempt. It wasn’t aimed at him alone, but Armando felt that the man was provoking him. So,


    he went up to the stage wearing only a grey shirt.


    When the spectators saw it was Armando, who had always been a low-key and the least noticeable


    member of the Mosby family, they immediately looked at each other and wondered doubtfully, ‘Does he


    even know how to fight?’


    As Randy and Jaquan walked closer to the boxing ring, Randy mysteriously said, “Armando is a


    modest martial artist. After Janessa left him, he stayed in his room for three days, hitting sandbags.


    Four sandbags were broken. Hell, how much strength does he have to break a sandbag?”


    Jaquan had never sparred with Armando. Among the group, Ferne and Randy were the most


    shameless. Jaquan used to be a very seriouswyer. However, in time, the two’s behavior rubbed off


    on him. Armando, on the other hand, hadn’t been affected. He was introverted by nature. In addition,


    he usually didn’t talk much with the others. asionally, he would respond to their joke. Still, he was


    the inconspicuous one. Jaquan didn’t even know he could fight. Hearing what Randy said, he was


    intrigued and stared at the two people on stage.


    Armando had put on the boxing gloves and the headgear. The referee let the two of them shake hands,


    pressed the timer and blew the whistle.


    Then, with a loud sound, Armando fell.


    Jaquan looked at Randy in confusion. Didn’t he say Armando could break a sandbag?


    Randy covered his face, as if he was the one who had been punched and knocked down.


    In the arena, the referee stood beside Armando and shouted, “… eight! Seven! Six!”


    Before he could finish counting, Armando stood up. He tilted his head and said something to the


    referee. Jaquan and Randy thought that Armando was going to admit defeat and step down. They


    pressed through the crowd to help Armando off the stage. Then, the referee turned around and


    shouted, “Music! y some exciting music!”


    Jaquan was dumbfounded.


    So was Randy.