Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 212

Christy smiled. What a charming smile. Even Stephanie couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

"Just trust me." Christy stood up and turned around to say, "All people she chooses are capable."

Stephanie recognized that she was referring to Emily and hurriedly asked, "Who exactly is she?"

Christy raised her eyebrows, "You don't know her?"

Stephanie shook her head. "I don't even know her name."

Christy was surprised. "Then how did you know each other?"

Stephanie hesitated for a moment and told Christy about what had happened on the rooftop that day. However, she did not notice that Christy's expression changed almost instantly.

"Do you mean that she arrived at the rooftop soon after you?"

Stephanie nodded. "Yes. My assistant didn't notice it, but she did. So, I found it very strange."

"Did you post anything online?" Christy clenched her fingers and asked.

"I did." Stephanie frowned. "But only myself can see it...."

"Show me your computer!" Christy shouted nervously.

Seeing her serious expression, Stephanie hurriedly took Christy upstairs. Stephanie turned on her computer and showed Christy her blog. "I deleted it afterwards."

Christy clicked on Stephanie's visitor messages. Stephanie was a celebrity, and there were more than ten thousand visitors every day. Christy kept scanning anxiously. There were so many people. How could she find that person?

"What are you looking for?" Stephanie asked.

"Someone saw your post." Christy answered without raising her head, "Then he told Emily you wanted to commit suicide...."

Speaking of which, Christy was stunned. Emily knew who that person was!

No, maybe Emily was that person. No, no, the timing was wrong. Ten years ago, Emily was only a child. It couldn't be her.

Was it Vincent?

No, but this person definitely knew Emily. He might be a Scavo, or one of the people who gathered together last night!

Christy had never been so confused. She quickly dialed Noah and bit her finger nervously. "I, I think I found him...."

Noah immediately understood. "Where is he?"

"I don't know. I just feel he is close to us." Christy pressed down on her temples. Ten years had passed. But every time she thought back, she was so sad that she couldn't breathe.

"Do you want to see him?" Noah asked.

"I don't know."

Christy shook her head, not knowing what to say. She hung up and leaned against the wall.

Thus, Harold worked even harder and harder. He had been trained as a soldier, so he could endure more hardships than ordinary people did. Meanwhile, he was a man of few words, nor did he flatter. Thus, he worked quietly with Spencer for a few days. When he put roast fish at the door on the fifth day, Spencer finally reacted.

He walked out of the room and said to Harold, "Go back. I have sworn that I will not go out for the rest of my life."

Harold asked, "Then can I bring him over?"

Spencer waved his hand and said, "I quitted long ago. Don't bring him over. I will pretend not to see him even if you take him here."

Harold pointed at the door. "If you really don't want to treat the sick, why do you plant those medicinal herbs at the door?"

"The seeds were left last year. I'm too lazy to eliminate them." Spencer didn't want to talk anymore, so he went back to his room. "Just leave. Don't come back again."

Harold didn't know what had happened to Spencer. He knew that he hadn't completed the task. However, there wasn't enough time left. He asked outside the door, "Sir, what should I do to persuade you to save him?"

Spencer didn't respond, turning a deaf ear to Harold's request again.

Harold texted Emily.

"Failed."

It signified that his efforts over the past few days had been in vain, but Emily replied, "Thank you, Harold. Come back and pay attention to your safety."

Harold read the message with a rare smile on his serious face.