Chapter 69: Wanna Get Your Teeth Kicked In

Elsie threw the painting into the trash can, "Mom, I think it's better to ask Harold."

"Alright." Beverly looked into the mirror carefully and felt that there were still traces of bruise on her neck. Although Eliot had seized Elsie by the throat longer than he did to her, she never thought that Maury would choke her harder than Eliot did to Elsie. She could tell that he even wanted to strangle her. And there was still a little bit of bruise left on her neck.

Elsie's hand was still wrapped in gauze, making it difficult to move. As it was her right hand that was injured, she had a hard time entering the password on her phone with her left hand. Then she raised her head and asked, "Mom, Dad has frozen all our cards. What should we do if we don't have money in the future?"

Beverly paused and said, "There will be a way."

Something suddenly occurred to Elsie and she whispered, "Mom, has that guy contacted you recently?"

Beverly's expression darkened, "No."

"Then how about ..."

Before Elsie could finish her sentence, Beverly interrupted her, "We need to wait."

Now, thinking about the task that guy assigned, Beverly always felt that he had other purposes. However, the price offered was so high that looking at the string of numbers, she couldn't refuse at all.

However, the last task that guy assigned seemed to be targeting the Britt family. And Maury had already been suspicious the last time they renewed their contract. Next time ... Beverly was not sure whether she would be able to accept the task.

That night.

Emily counted the paintings in the room that she drew for fun with her left hand and left foot. When she noticed that one painting was missing, she slightly curled up her lips and picked up a piece of white paper. She casually sprinkled some watercolor paint on it. Originally, she planned to just scribble several pieces, but when she saw that the paper now looked like the dark blue starry sky in the night after the paint spread, her fingers paused. Then she picked up the brush and began to draw seriously.

Downstairs, Harold was called into the kitchen to fix the faucet. Beverly asked, "Can you fix it?"

Harold nodded and tightened the bolt, "It's done."

Beverly went forward to check it. Then she nodded in satisfaction and asked casually, "Oh right, where did you take Miss Emily today?"

Harold answered immediately, "KFC."

"What did you do?" Beverly continued, still casually.

Harold, "We had ice cream."

Beverly didn't believe him, "That's all?"

"No."

Beverly was a little anxious, "What else?"

Harold raised two fingers and said, "We also ate two chicken wings."

"..."

"Anything else?" Beverly asked patiently.

Harold said slowly, "And one serve of French Fries and a spicy chicken leg."

"..."

Beverly nearly lost control of her expression, and the corner of her mouth twitched fiercely. She tried her best to contain herself and asked, "Food aside, did she ask you to do anything? Or did she take you to any place other than KFC?"

Harold thought for a moment and said, "Yes."

Beverly's face beamed again as she said excitedly, "Quickly, tell me!"

"Fried Chicken Shop."

"..."

Beverly went back to her room irritated. Elsie quickly came over and asked, "Mom, did you get it? Where did she go today?"

"KFC, ice cream, fried chicken shop, two chicken wings." Beverly rubbed her temples, "One dumb, one retard. I must have been crazy to go ask him. Oh, I'm so angry!"

Elsie, "..."

She looked down at her scabbed palm, thinking to herself, 'Is this retard really stupid or she's just pretending ...'

These days, Maury and Eliot had rushed back home in the middle of the night and rushed to the company before dawn. As they were worried that Emily might be bullied if they stayed at the company overnight, they would come back to check on Emily when she was asleep and then left for the company again.

Eliot had been terribly busy lately and could only relax a little bit when he was home. Every night, he would sit at the head of Emily's bed and look at her sleeping face quietly, talking about business in the company. Now that Emily was asleep and couldn't ask questions, he would explain the situation as he spoke. After he finished it all, he finally loosened up a little. He stood up and caressed Emily's forehead, whispering, "Good night, Emily."

You are reading story Billionaire's Reborn Baby at novel35.com

As soon as he left, Emily opened her eyes. Her eyes were crystal clear. She sorted out Eliot's words just now and drew a message: Eliot was competing for an order. The previous project was broken, but the products had already been finished and could not be returned to the manufacturers, so they were just stockpiled there. Fortunately, another project appeared, and it's required materials were not too different from the previous project's. If they could get this order, not only would they be able to make up for the losses of the previous project, they would also be able to let everyone in the business circle know that the Britt Group hadn't collapsed.

Emily couldn't help them compete for the order, but she had to help with the money. As for the source ... she had already found it.

....

In the afternoon, Ferne sent a message in the group, "Emily just came here to give me a present! I'm so happy!"

Randy: What gift?

Armando: ....

Ferne simply took a photo of the painting hanging on the wall in the room and sent it to the group.

The painting showed a little deer with horns lowered his head and drank water by the lake. A moon hung in mid-air. The surface of the lake reflected a huge deer with no horns on her head and she was clearly the little deer's mother. She just looked at her son drinking water, so loving and so quiet. All was silent, only the little deer was drinking and rippled the water.

Randy: Gee, Emily painted this?

Armando: Master piece!

Ferne: [CoolGuy]

Randy: She gave this to you? You wanna get your teeth kicked in?

Armando: You've recovered?

Ferne: I know you're jealous! Come on, I'll sell it to you cheap. One million. First come, first served.

Armando: I'll take it.

Randy: ...

Ferne: I'm serious.

Armando: I know.

Randy: ...

Ferne: Come and pick it up tomorrow.

Armando: Deal.

Randy: ...

Then they were just chatting. It was only at night that Vincent, who had just finished lunch with customers abroad, took out his phone and saw this.

He did a simple calculation and found that the little girl hadn't sent a single message for nearly half a month.

He tilted his head and glanced.

Rex immediately answered, "There's another meeting at Sandra Hotel tomorrow morning at eight o'clock. It's about..."

Vincent raised his hand and stopped him: We'll go back before eleven.

Rex looked at the itinerary and asked, "Isn't it a bit too rushed?"

Vincent only glanced at him quietly. Rex swallowed, "Alright, I'll book the tickets now."

Needless to say, it was definitely because of that little Hulk!

She hadn't been in touch with Vincent for half a month. Rex thought that Vincent was still the same old Vincent and didn't change at all! Who would know that this was all just appearance!

When Ferne got back home, he suddenly remembered to check his phone and see if Vincent had sent any message in the group. However, what he saw was that he had been removed from the group.

"...."

Down below were congratulations from Randy and Armando.

Randy: Congratulations!

Armando: My condolences... No, congratulations.

Ferne tilted his head and looked up at the sky, thinking to himself, 'What the hell does this fucking life want to do to him?"

You can find story with these keywords: Billionaire's Reborn Baby, Read Billionaire's Reborn Baby, Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel, Billionaire's Reborn Baby book, Billionaire's Reborn Baby story, Billionaire's Reborn Baby full, Billionaire's Reborn Baby Latest Chapter