Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 183

Christy gracefully wiped her mouth with the Hermes handkerchief. Her every move was noble and elegant. Every frown and smile on her beautiful face was extremely attractive.

She smiled at the ordinary-looking man opposite her, "Why are you staring at me and not eating?"

The man took a sip of the red wine, then looked at her and said, "It's your beauty that keeps me staring."

Christy smiled silently.

The waiter found a box to pack the painting and tied a bow on it. He then brought the painting over and sent it to Christy, "Miss, your painting."

Christy touched the bow and couldn't help but laugh in her heart.

Emily spent a million for spending two hours with her. She also appointed Christy to buy one of the paintings displayed in the corridor of the Dalton Hotel. At that time, she vaguely guessed Emily's purpose. Now she came over and saw that it was indeed Emily that drew the paintings on the wall. Her paintings were very recognizable as there would always be an E at the end of her paintings.

Speaking of which, Emily still earned money. As a young girl, she was very clever.

"Do you have any plans next?" The man opposite her asked.

A loud noise came from the door.

Christy held her chin and looked at the door with a smile, "I need to go shopping with Mr. Vincent."

The man was shocked, "What? Mr. Vincent?"

"Yes." Christy was confused, "What's wrong?"

"You mean Mr. Vincent from the Scavos?" He asked in disbelief.

Christy wrapped her index finger around her hair and raised her beautiful eyebrows. "Is there anyone else called Mr. Vincent in City Y?" she asked.

"How... how could you know..." Before that man could finish asking, he saw that the door was cleared out. A man stepped out from that door, followed by several bodyguards in black.

The man wore a pure black suit. The atmosphere became so repressive as he walked. No one dared to look him in the face. They could only see his long, straight legs striding forward. As he approached, everyone could quickly look at his face. His eyes were cold and almost transparent under his sharp eyebrows. His nose was tall and straight. His thin lips pursed like a knife. The buttons on his collar were tied tightly to his neck, making him look majestic and meticulous.

He walked over and came near Christy. He frowned and asked, "Have you finished eating?"

Christy nods, "Yes."

She looked at the man opposite her and said, "You can continue with your meal. I'll go first."

As she spoke, she stood up and left with Vincent.

The mediocre man looked at her back in astonishment. He then glanced at the table and found that she forgot to take away the painting. When he was about to remind her, the guard had picked up the painting and followed Vincent.

The crowd in the hall immediately started to gossip.

"That beautiful lady is with Mr. Vincent?!"

"I was wondering who that beauty is! I didn't expect she's Mr. Vincent's woman!"

"But I heard that Mr. Vincent doesn't like women."

"Yes, there were rumors that he had taken a fancy to that boy from the Britts!"

"No, no, no. That's not a rumor. It's true..."

The mediocre man who ate with Christy was shocked. He quickly settled the bill and left. He didn't expect that the beauty he liked was actually Vincent's lover.

As Vincent walked along the corridor, he happened to encounter a waiter hanging a new painting on the wall. When she hung it up and left, everyone was surprised that the painting was actually the portrait of Vincent. It was Emily that asked Harold to mount this painting and send it over to Vincent.