Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 95

The servant dried Emily's feet. She sat on the sofa and surrounded by paintings from Van Gogh, Da Vinci, Raphael, Michelangelo, David, Angel, Rubens and some other masters.

She sat there quietly and watched. The bright light was scattered and shone on her hair and shoulders. Her fair fingertips caressed the paper as if she was part of the painting. The scene was so peaceful that no one had the heart to disturb.

Without disturbance to her, Maury and Eliot left her alone. They would turn around every step they took. Maury sighed with emotion, "Emily has grown up into a beautiful woman."

'She is always very beautiful.' Eliot thought in his heart.

When Emily was taken into this family at seven, she was timid and terrified like an abandoned kitten. She didn't even know how to call for help. She would just curl up while hiding under the quilt on her bed. She was afraid of meeting people, and she wouldn't eat or talk.

It was Eliot who led her out of the darkness step by step and it was also him who fed her. The first word she spoke was not 'dad', but 'brother'.

He witnessed her grow up from a skinny little kid to a beauty, but there was always fear and uneasiness in his heart. Emily was about to leave him. Such an emotion came so fast and strong that his heart lurched. He covered his chest and panted. When he looked up again, he saw a man standing beside Emily.

Rex bowed and said, "Miss Emily, it's time for class."

Only then did Emily realize that Eliot and Maury had left, so she followed Rex upstairs. Rolando stayed downstairs and waved his hand kindly at her, "Tell the chef if you want to eat anything."

Emily replied, "I will, thank you, Grandpa."

In the study room. Two buttons on Vincent's collar were loosened. He was reviewing the new proposal submitted by the Advertising Department with a lowered head. He was fiddling with a pen with one hand and would occasionally write down comments on the documents. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he just turned his head and looked at Emily. Before Emily could even tell the expression in his eyes, he had turned around and returned to his previous posture. The outline of his jaw was perfect.

Rex reminded, "Miss Emily, you don't need to be in the study today. This way, please."

Emily followed him in confusion. They entered the room at the end of the corridor. When the door opened, Emily saw that the room was filled with unfinished paintings and sketch books as well as two drawing boards. On the long table were all kinds of painting tools and even brushes. There were three grey-haired old men in the room and they were either sitting or standing. When they saw Emily, the seated ones all stood up. Then, they sized Emily up and said, "How old are you?"

Then they looked at Rex and asked, "What can we do for you?"

Before Rex spoke, they closed the door with a bang. "Leave us alone if you have no problems. Hurry, who want to be the first?"

Rex was speechless.

He walked back into the study room, upset. Vincent had finished reviewing the proposal and was making adjustments on the computer. He called the manager of the Design Department and asked him to improve the proposal. Then, he threw the proposal aside and pinched between the eyebrows.

Rex looked at him hesitantly.

Vincent had turned on the computer and was about to settle the meeting of the marketing department ahead of time.

"Get to the point." His voice was cold.

Rex said, "Aren't you afraid that those old men ... will harass Miss Emily?"

"No. Those old men have been looking forward to this day for so many years."

Rex nodded, and then quietly stood beside Vincent.