Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 280


    Two dayster, St. Peter’s Cathedral, Vatican, Italy.


    The cathedral, which normally held tens of thousands of pilgrims, was so quiet. Apart from the rhythmic


    sound of leather shoes stepping onto the ground, there was no other sound.


    In the corridor to the right of the door was work of Michngelo, ‘Peter’. It was done when he was


    twenty-three.


    On the left side of the third chapel, and on the opposite walls of the second and third chapels, was the


    bronze monument built by Bolewolo for Enoch VIII.


    Standing in front of the monument was Vincent. He was dressed in an ink suit and had a straight cor.


    His expression was exceptionally cold. His eyebrows were slightly knitted, revealing a mark between


    his eyebrows. He stood slightly sideways, and the line of his jaw was sharp.


    “Mr. Vincent.” Rex came in from outside and whispered, “People are waiting in the middle hall.”


    Vincent raised his left wrist and gently adjusted his cuff links with his right hand. His eyes were filled


    with indifference and coldness, “Let’s go.”


    Walking along the middle hall, a dignified aura filled the air. The most eye-catching thing was the


    bronze canopy directly below the dome. It was thirty meters tall and supported by four twenty-meter-tall


    spiral copper pirs. It looked majestic and tall. There was a guardian angel at each corner of the


    canopy. Behind them, four copper pirs with phoenix tails folded upwards supported a huge copper


    ball. On the copper ball was a cross, the symbol of the Catholic.


    A dozen or so Europeans stood beneath the cross.


    All of them were about forty years old. Some of their hair had already turned gray. The youngest was


    only around thirty-five years old. Their eyes were deep. Some had square faces, wide jaws and looked


    rich.


    Hearing the footsteps, the group of people turned around and smiled.


    “Hello.”


    “Long time no see!”


    “How is your family?”


    Vincent nodded slightly. Instead of using Italian, he replied in English, “Very good. Thank you for your


    concern.”


    Several Italians were standing beside two trantors who were tranting in fluent English at the same


    time.


    Someone noticed he only brought Rex with him, not the four guards. They asked curiously in Italian,


    “Where’s your bodyguards?”


    “It’s safe here, isn’t it?” Vincent nced at them. His thin lips curled up slightly into a faint smile.


    A few Italiansughed when they heard the trantion. “That’s right!”


    “Why isn’t Ethen here?” One of them asked.


    Everyone else had already noticed this. At this moment, when they heard someone mention it, they


    echoed, “Yeah, we have an appointment with him to talk about the next n.”


    “He’s sick,” Vincent said indifferently.


    “Sick? Is it serious?” A middle-aged man with a square face and a broad chin asked. He had a beer


    belly, but he liked to wear a white shirt. The temperature in Italy was not low in winter. He wore only a


    white shirt, tightening his beer belly and covering it with a white suit.


    “Nothing serious. He will be fine.” Vincent looked at him and said.


    The middle-aged man, Caspar, smiled as he met Vincent’s gaze. However, he felt that this young


    man’s gaze was like a thin de, cutting open a person’s nerves inch by inch. However, he still stared


    at Vincent until Vincent tilted his head to look elsewhere.


    Another person said, “Before this, we discussed with Ethen about opening a casino in Rome next year.


    Everyone present will have a piece of the pie.”


    “What a pity,” Vincent suddenly said.


    A group of people thought that he agreed, so they looked at him withughter and then at the


    trantor. The trantor forcefully tranted, “He said it was a pity.”


    Theughter on everyone’s faces disappeared.


    “What do you mean?”


    “Why did you say it was a pity?”


    Vincent looked at the cross above everyone’s heads. He did not quite understand why these people,


    whose hands were all stained with blood, liked toe to such a sacred ce and even acted like


    devout believers.


    He looked around faintly and revealed a trace of regret in his face, “The Scavo family doesn’t engage in


    pornography, drugs and gambling. This is a rule set by the family. It has been maintained for many


    years. Ethen is too young to reject you. Therefore, I came here to apologize on behalf of him for


    disappointing everyone.”


    …


    Aftering out of St. Peter’s Church, he arrived at St. Peter’s Square in front of the church. Rex


    finished the call on his headset and bowed slightly. “Mr. Vincent, the people sent out haven’t found Mr.


    Ethen’s whereabouts yet.”


    “Keep looking.” Vincent lowered his head and looked at the white pigeon that was looking for food. His


    tone was indifferent.


    “Yes.”


    After Rex notified the other side, he suddenly thought of something and asked hesitantly, “Mr. Vincent,


    could he collude with Caspar?”


    “If I were him, I would kill me first and then do something else. He could pretend to be sick and injured.


    This way, it would be easier to get close to me and assassinate me sessfully.” Vincent turned to look


    at St. Peter’s Church. His thin lips curled up slightly, and his eyes were filled with a hint of bloodthirst,


    “If he and Caspar reached an agreement, what do you think would happen tonight?”


    “Mr. Vincent…” Rex felt nervous, “Then do you still want to find him?”


    Vincent put on his sunsses, revealing only the tall bridge of his nose, as well as his hard chin and


    thin lips. His voice was indifferent but with a sense of hostility.


    “Only by finding him will we know who he chose.”


    …


    In an underground casino, a group of people were all in short shirts, revealing their hairy arms. Dozens


    of white people sat around a table, and across the table sat a Chinese.


    The man was young, about twenty-five years old. He wore a white shirt with only a button on it,


    revealing arge area of skin. Beneath the button, it was his abdominal muscle, and a long and narrow


    scar was on his lower abdomen.


    He touched the cards, and his right index finger knocked on the table from time to time. He raised his


    head slightly, revealing a beautiful oriental face. He was smiling slightly.


    This person was Ethen.


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    Just as he put down his cards, a hand fell on his shoulder. He turned around and shouted in surprise,


    “Caspar!”


    An Italian man with a square face and a broad chin stood behind him. This man was Caspar. He was


    still in the white shirt and his belly was swollen with two straps.


    “Did you have fun?” Caspar asked.


    “Yes,” Ethen said with a smile, “This ce is not bad. I’m just a little tired after ying for a long time. I


    want to go back to sleep.”


    “There’s a room upstairs. I’ll have someone take you there,” Caspar said enthusiastically.


    Ethen nodded in agreement. “Alright, let’s go. I’m too tired.” he said casually, “Where are my two


    bodyguards? Why aren’t they here?”


    Caspar smiled and said, “They were too tired to take care of you. I told them to rest.”


    His bodyguards were ordered to rest by someone else. It didn’t sound like they were going to rest at all.


    Instead, it felt like they were imprisoned.


    However, Ethen seemed to have noticed nothing.. He said in surprise, “Thank you so much.”