Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 568
“We’re in the car. Good luck. I will be waiting for your good news.”
Ferne hung up the phone andy on his side on the bed. He looked at the person opposite him. There
was a table in the middle. He could not see Noah’s face. He could only see his heaving chest. His T-
shirt was stretched taut by his muscles, vaguely revealing the solid body underneath.
“Are you asleep?” he asked.
“No,” Noah answered.
“Randy called just now. If he wasn’t busy participating in the national qualifiers, he woulde over …
Just like I thought, we all felt that Vincent … is still alive.” Ferne raised his head to look outside and
lowered his voice. “What I am curious about is when you discovered that he is guilty.”
“From the beginning.” Noah sat up, his back against the wall, “He came to the scene before the police
and had enough time to do something. Of course, these are all guesses.”
He slowly added, “But my intuition tells me not to trust him.”
“I don’t think Vincent will die so easily.” Ferne said in a light and depressed tone, “Why didn’t he tell us?
He could at least leave a message. I’ve been suffering for days.”
“You can ask him in person when you see him,” Noah said.
Ferne nodded, theny down on the bedfortably, looking up, “Have you heard about the Potter
family?”
Noah replied a “yes”.
Ferne continued, “”His daughter is quite clear. When Branden was brought up for the second trial, she
knew that her father would be sentenced to death this time. She has donated all of the Potter family’s
property to the charity. However, her mother was still thinking about Zayne Science and Technology.
When the police arrived, she has taken sleeping pills andmitted suicide. She died in the office
chair of the general manager. I don’t understand. Money is nothingpared to life. They still have so
many connections and can revive their family. It’s awful society. No one would hurt them…”
“Are you listening? Are you asleep?” he said, ncing at Noah.
“Money is very important to a lot of people.” Noah leaned against the wall. His eyes calmly fell on the
pure white bedding in front of him. Then he looked at Ferne’s slightly stunned face and said, “Sleep. I
will wake you up in five hours.”
“Okay.” Ferne snapped out of his daze.
Hey on his side and closed his eyes. He opened his eyes a few minutester. Through the table, he
could see the socks on Noah’s feet. They were of the same style and color as the ones on his feet.
A hidden joy rose in his heart as this looked like he and Noah were a couple.
“Noah, good night,” he said in a soft voice.
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Noah looked in his direction, the corners of his mouth curled, forming a light smile, “It’s morning now.”
“Good morning then.” Ferne closed his eyes and couldn’t help but turn around. With his back to the
person behind him, the impulse in his heart had indeed lessened a lot.
Probably he hadn’t masturbated himself recently, so he was a little agitated.
…
City B, thepetition stadium for e-games.
There were a lot of teams participating in this season’s national qualifier. At the front of the stadium was
a two-hundred-meter-long red carpet. On the side were reporters and fans who were holding signs.
Logical speaking, Randy would go through the back door. He had lost in the qualifierst year. This
year, if he went in the front door and lost again, it would be embarrassing.
However, he still used the front door because Carl was with him this time.
Carl took a ne here, checked in the hotel, and traveled here and there to familiarize himself with the
venue the next day. He did not feel any difort with his age. Instead, he was full of spirit. Especially
when he wore a suit and sunsses, he looked like a member of a gang together with Randy’s young
assistant who dressed alike.
Randy led a group of people to the red carpet and signed the name of the team. The host remembered
him and knew that he was the child of some official of City Y. He had a falling out with his family and
started his career of ying games. A few years ago, he had a falling out with his agent and left with
half of his team members. They formed a small team themselves and lostst year’s qualifier.
As usual, the host had to ask a few questions. These were all prepared early and nned to draw the
public’s attention before thepetition began.
“Do you want to refresh the result ofst year?” The host asked with a microphone in his hand.
Randy looked in the direction of the camera. “It’s not a refresh. We aim to be the top three.”
The host opened his mouth slightly in surprise and then smiled to express his support. However, his
moment of surprise was captured by the camera. Through the live, many teams sneered disdainfully.
Although there were about a few thousand teamsing, only five hundred of them signed up for the
competition. After a round of screening, only more than three hundred teams were qualified to
participate.
Most of the audience were newly-formed small teams. Although they were not famous, they had self-
awareness and knew that they would only be beaten up if they participated. So they sat in the audience
obediently, intending to watch the fight between those powerful teams.
After the host interviewed Randy, he saw that there was an old man at the end of the team and asked,
“Is he a family of your team member? Sir, can I interview you? Do you support your grandson in ying
games?”
It was rare that the elders would support their children to y games. Whether it was a rich or poor
family, they seemed to look down on games. They did not understand the spirit of such sort of things
and naturally did not understand the passion that young people had for it.
“I do.” Carl smiled and said, “I didn’t in the past. Later, I thought it through. Whatever he does, it’s fine
with me as long as he is happy. Why do we worry so much?”
“It’s great to have such a considerate grandfather. Which is your grandson?” the host asked with a
smile.
“Me.” Randy stepped forward.
“Master Geller, it’s really an honor to meet you. How is your journey.” the host said respectfully.
“It’s good. We’ll be leaving first. The people in the back are waiting,” Carl said.
The host nodded, “Alright, please mind your steps.”
Randy went in with his team members and Carl. The fans on both sides of the door were here for other
teams. Because, unlike Randy, other teams would do a livestream to attract some fans. Randy
attached greater importance to professional skills. He and his teammates spent most of their time
training though they would go out to eat. It’s hard to see them unless it was thepetition season.
They also had some fans and others had more.
Randy didn’t say anything and walked in first.
As they passed through a ck sealed passageway, he held Carl’s hand and listened to him talking
endlessly over there. “Randy, don’t post anything about yourpetition on WeChat Moments. Vincent
is gone and Rndo must have a hard time now. You and your brothers should restrain yourselves
recently.”
“I know. Randy must be alive somewhere in the world.” Randy held Carl’s bony hand.
Carl sighed softly. Soon the team passed through the darkness and came to the light.
Randy turned to look at his team members. Finally, he fixed his eyes on Lord Top’s face. After a
second, he looked away and shouted, “This time, we must win! We can’t fail!”
“Yes! We can’t fail!” Others shouted as well.
Lord Top shouted loudly.
She looked at the arena where the live broadcast LCD screen was. There were two hosts sitting at the
front, preparing, staffs being busy and countless audiences. Finally, shended on the chair where her
teammates would sit andpete.
The rims of her eyes suddenly turned hot, and a drop of tear fell down.
“We can’t fail!” she shouted.
She wanted everyone to remember the name “Lord Top” from tomorrow onwards.