Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 133

It was noon when Emily returned home. After having a simple meal, she filled the food box. She asked the guard to send it to the company before returning to the studio.

Although she was a little tired, she didn't want to stop. Time was running out, so she had to hurry.

When the three old men entered, they saw Emily sitting in the middle surrounded by the easels. Her long hair was tied up high, revealing a small face. Her pair of big eyes was focused on the painting in front of her. Hearing the footsteps, she turned around and smiled, "Good morning."

The three old men were stunned for a moment at the same time before they stammered, "Hey, kid, you came so early today."

Emily stood up and prepared them three stools, a plate of sugar-free biscuits, and three cups of hot tea. Then, she sat down in front of the easel and continued her unfinished painting.

The three old men did not argue like usual. Emily noticed that they seemed to have something on their mind, so she stopped painting and said to them, "I'm a little tired today. I'll go take a rest first. Goodbye."

"Alright."

After Emily left, the three old men sat there and stared at her painting.

Finally, one of them opened his mouth.

"If that child is still alive, she should be about the same age as Emily."

"Older than her. That child is only two years younger than Arabella." Aaron Peck said.

Carl Geller said, "That child is very talented. It's a pity."

Benson Mosby used to be a soldier, and he was straightforward. Hearing this, he frowned, "It's been so long. Don't mention that anymore."

Aaron looked at the seat where Emily had just sat and sighed, "As soon as I entered, I felt like I saw that child again."

"Yeah, I feel the same way."

Although Benson did not say anything, his expression showed that he thought the same.

"I thought that Vincent invited us to teach her drawing. I was wrong. He wanted us to get over the past." Carl stood up and pointed at the painting on the easel. "Although Emily hadn't been trained before, she is talented. I thought that the one I met in my life with great talent was that little girl from the Scavos. I didn't expect that I would meet the second one in my lifetime..."

Emily did not know what the old men were talking about. She went to the bathroom and drank a cup of water after returning. Then she sat at the table and began to read and take notes.

She was now very sure that the person behind Christy and Noah was trying to use Elsie and Beverly to destroy the Britt family.

Although she had reached an agreement with Christy, it was possible that Christy cheated on her and kept working for the person behind her. Emily couldn't stop her if Christy did so because there was only one chance to kidnap Noah, and she had already used it.

This man would never come to the Dalton Hotel again.

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"How dare she!" Only after returning to the villa did Christy burst out, "How dare she hit you! What a bi..."

"Not her." Noah walked straight into the bathroom and turned on the tab of the bathtub. Then, he came out and looked in the mirror. He looked at the injuries on his face and hands, licked the corners of his injured mouth, and said, "It's Ferne Dalton."

"Why?" Christy asked in confusion, "Didn't he..."

Noah interrupted her, "It's fine. Don't worry about it."

He went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Christy no longer asked. Then, she went into the kitchen and began to cook. Not long after, Noah came out wearing a bathrobe. He took the vegetables in Christy's hand and started to cook.

They cooked a few dishes together and ate them up.

Christy tidied up the table as she asked, "Then ... can we go to him for that matter in the future?"

"Don't worry. I'll find another way." Noah lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. As he spoke, the cigarette was obediently clamped to his lips without the slightest tendency to fall off.

"Alright." Christy no longer asked.

When she returned from washing her hands, Noah sat in front of the computer and asked, "Did you tell her?"

Christy knew what he was referring to and nodded, "Yes."

Noah put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, his voice somewhat exhausted. "It was my negligence."

The policeman waved his hand and went in again.

Even though she was dissatisfied with her brother, Eliot beat Marquise for her. Elsie supported him and couldn't help but cry, "Eliot, I'm sorry. It's all my fault..."

Eliot still had wounds on his body. He struggled down the stairs and said, "Why are you crying? I'm already out."

He's hurt in his chest, lungs, and ribs. He needed a lot of time to recover. He had never thought that he would receive preferential treatment when he entered, but for some reason, he was taken to a private room with a bed, air conditioning, and a desk.

He maliciously thought that Marquise wanted to prevent him from recovering. However, it seemed that Marquise wasn't that vicious.

But who showed up and gave him preferential treatment?

If he stayed in the cold holding cell for an entire night, he probably wouldn't be able to stand up at this moment.

"Eliot, I went to find Emily and asked her to find Mr. Vincent for help, but she ignored me..." Elsie complained, "Why are you treating her so well? She is an ungrateful and vicious person. If something happens to you, she will only shrink back in fear and won't be able to help at all!"

"You went to the Scavo's?" Eliot suddenly stopped.

Elsie suddenly regretted saying those words. It seemed that Eliot still wanted to protect Emily. She felt indignant, "Yes. I was worried about you. I wanted to save you, but I couldn't do anything. I just wanted to beg Mr. Vincent..."

"I know." Eliot nodded.

It turned out to be Mr. Vincent. It made sense.

Elsie's eyes widened. "Eliot, what do you know? That retard is now enjoying her life, not caring about your life at all! She doesn't want to come back from the Scavo's anymore!"

"Mr. Rolando likes her and treats her like his own granddaughter. Of course she likes it there." Eliot glanced at Elsie and said, "How did you treat her? Why does she want to come back?"

"Eliot, I..."

Elsie wanted to say something else, but she was interrupted impatiently by Eliot, "Alright. Stop it. Let's go home."

Elsie lowered her head in displeasure. In Eliot's heart, Emily could do nothing wrong. She must let him know that Emily was indeed a retard!