Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 225


    Stephanie didn’t quite understand what Irene meant. Just as she was about to ask Emily about it in


    person, her assistant ran over while gasping and said, “Sorry, I had a stomachache. Have you given


    the gift to him?”


    “Not yet. You can give it to him for me.” Stephanie handed the gift to her. It was a pen, and the


    wrapping looked luxurious. It must be an expensive gift.


    The assistant asked in surprise, “Why? Don’t you want to talk to him and have a closer rtionship with


    him?”


    Stephanie was puzzled, “Why would I want to have a closer rtionship with him?”


    There were many people around them. The assistant was exasperated at Stephanie’s attitude, and she


    approached Stephanie and whispered, “I heard that Mr. Vincent has never been with any woman, so


    it’s very likely that he hasn’t found someone he likes. Now you have this chance. You’re also single, so


    why don’t you…”


    Before she could finish, Stephanie had interrupted her, “Why do you think I agreed to take this


    advertisement?”


    The assistant froze for a moment before she said, “Oh, you mean the call from that girl.” After saying


    that, the assistant said nkly, “But that has nothing to with this.”


    Stephanie lowered her voice as well, “Since she asked me to take the advertisement, it means that she


    must know Mr. Vincent. I don’t know her rtionship with Mr. Vincent, but anyway, I won’t go. Just give


    this courtesy gift to him for me.”


    The assistant sighed, but she went away joyfully when she thought of Vincent’s handsome face.


    At that time, a group of people at the banquet who were holding their wine sses in their hands came


    to the right side to watch the contest. When several rich youngdies saw Stephanie, they smiled and


    asked her for an autograph. Stephanie had always been so lucky, so many people wanted to share her


    good luck.


    Stephanie smiled and said, “Sorry, I didn’t bring a pen with me.”


    One of the youngdies immediately took out a pen from her purse and handed it to Stephanie. She


    also took out several cards. Stephanie realized that they were really not teasing her, so she signed her


    name on the cards by using her purse as support.


    “Why is the little retard of the Britt family standing at the opposite side?” While Stephanie was signing


    her name with her head lowered, she suddenly heard a voice from beside her, “Look at what she’s


    wearing. She looks like a rabbit spirit. She looks so stupid.”


    “Voice down! I heard that Mr. Rndo likes her very much. Keep it down. You’ll be in trouble if he hears


    you!”


    “Is it really that serious? I didn’t say anything wrong.”


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    Stephanie raised her head after signing those cards. She also looked in the direction that other people


    were looking, and found that they were indeed talking about Emily. But … Why did they say she was a


    retard?


    She handed over the cards and cast a puzzled nce at Emily who was standing a few meters away


    from her at the opposite side. A few people beside Stephanieughed and said, “She is much prettier


    than her sister. Unfortunately, she is a retard.”


    When the group of people took back the cards and gathered around the arena, the dynamic music in


    the entire banquet hall was as loud as thunder. The atmosphere on the arena was heated. Stephanie


    did not know the people on the arena. She only saw a man in a grey shirt losing his ground in the fight.


    A young man holding a fan in the audience yelled, “Armando! Punch him! Fuck! Punch him!”


    A handsome and elegant man beside that young man with a fan was patting hispanion’s shoulder


    as he said, “Randy, calm down. Calm yourself down.” However, seeing the man in the shirt on the


    arena being knocked down by another punch, the handsome man immediately got up and wanted to


    rush to the arena, shouting, “Fuck! Let me do it!”


    This time, it was the man with a fan that was trying to stop hispanion. It was a lively scene.


    Several people gathered around Stephanie and asked her for her autograph. When she finally got


    some free time, she found that the girl who had been standing at the opposite side had disappeared.


    She tried to look for her in a hurry, but her assistant who had just delivered the gift stopped Stephanie


    and said, “I’ve delivered the gift, but I didn’t see Mr. Vincent. His assistant took it for him…. Wait!


    Stephanie, what are you doing?”


    “I’m looking for someone.” Stephanie looked around.


    Her assistant thought Stephanie was looking for Vincent. When she was about to tease Stephanie, she


    saw Stephanie pointing at the ce where Emily was standing before, “Didn’t you see her? She was


    standing opposite to us just now. Just ten meters away from us.” She spoke while gesturing, “She had


    a piece of cake in her hand, and she was wearing a rabbit coat and sneakers.”


    That could never be Vincent’s dressing style!


    Stephanie’s assistant asked in astonishment, “This is Mr. Vincent’s banquet. Does anyone really dare


    to dress like that?”


    Stephanie didn’t bother to talk to her assistant, and she just kept going inside. Inside was the dance


    floor where many people were dancing. There were also other forms of entertainment. For example,


    several richdies went on stage to take the ce of a violinist or a pianist in the orchestra. In short, all


    the youngdies had been trying to show their talents in the banquet hall today. However, after several


    songs, they still did not see the protagonist of the banquet today.


    Arabe also yed the piano. After she finished ying, she bowed and said thank you, and then


    went off the stage. She nced around calmly, but she did not see Vincent. Irene beside herughed


    and said, “I think Mr. Vincent has gone, but I have watched you y the piano. Not bad..” As she


    spoke, she pped her hands twice.