Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 135 Hypocrisy

This was an underground warehouse.

She went shopping at the supermarket at night, and on the way back, she was watched by this group of people. Taking advantage of the dark night, they pulled her into the car and brought her here.

When she came down, Christy recognized them. There were always workers in charge of cleaning the entrance of the high-end villa, and they were obvious the group of garbage cleaners. They were all around forty or fifty years old and had the faces of outsiders.

Christy had been living here for half a year. She saw them a lot and even sometimes greeted them and smiled at them. She never thought that they would bring her here.

It went without saying what they wanted to do.

Christy was in a light coffee coat, with a pair of slender heels and a silver handbag.

Worried she would run into previous clients, she would dress delicately even when she was just out for the market. The market was 10 minutes away from home and the security guards at the entrance were very professional. Every five minutes, a group of security guards would come out to patrol. However, she did not expect that she staggered the patrol time when she returned. For some reason, a street lamp was off and those people watching here hid in the darkness. When she came out, they rushed forward and covered her nose and mouth, bringing her into the car.

Christy was beautiful, so beautiful that no one dared to look at her for too long.

She was taken to the warehouse. There was no expression of fear on her face, only a mocking smile that penetrated everyone else's mind. She was too calm, so calm that no one dared to speak for a while. Seven or eight men stood in front of this beautiful woman, yet no one dared to step forward for a moment.

Christy was not in a hurry either. She slowly looked at the warehouse beside her and reached into her pocket to send Noah her location with her phone.

Finally, a man couldn't wait. He stood up and said, "Why did you smile to us?"

Another person continued to ask, "Do you look down on us?"

These words seemed to ignite the anger of the crowd. They all started to accuse Christy.

"You're dressed beautifully and don't need to work every day, but we have to clean up and pick up endless trash!"

"It's all garbage created by you people! Why don't you throw it in the garbage can! You never stop littering even if living in such a luxurious villa!"

"And dogs! You guys never put a leash on your dogs! The last time I was bit by a stupid dog and there's no apology! The owner just threw his dirty money on me like I'm a beggar!"

"We are humans too! Why do you think of us like this?"

"We don't have money but everyone is equal! Why don't you treat us like humans?"

"Without us cleaning up, how could you live such a nice life?"

"You are all hypocritical!"

"Especially you. You don't like us, yet you smile at us!"

"Yes!"

Christy nods, "I'm sorry to treat you like that. I'm sorry. I won't next time."

Those people were so shocked by her attitude. They lowered their head and didn't dare to accept her apology. They stammered, "You...."

However, they couldn't complete the whole sentence.

"I have no money." Christy suddenly opened her mouth with a perfect smile.

The workers were completely shocked at her words.

"Then how did you get your money?" Someone couldn't help but ask.

...

When Emily and Vincent hurriedly arrived at the warehouse, they saw Christy sitting on a plastic bucket of the warehouse. There seemed to be a male worker's coat on the bucket, and seven or eight middle- aged men sat around to listen carefully.

Someone would raise his hand and ask a question. That's when Christy would toss out a sentence, "Good question."

Harold had just arrived with quite a few bodyguards behind him. Everyone rushed over with a fierce look on their faces. However, when they arrived at the door, they were confused seeing this scene. Harold looked at Emily blankly as well.

Didn't she supposed to be in danger?

Emily stroked her forehead and didn't understand what was going on. However, everyone in the warehouse noticed them at the entrance and immediately stood up nervously.

Christy stood up and raised her eyebrows in surprise, "I didn't expect you to come first."

At first glance, she noticed Vincent in the crowd. This fierce-looking man stood out amongst the bodyguards. He was more handsome in person than in magazines. Although his facial features were gorgeous, they carried a freezing coldness that sent out an unapproachable aura.

Christy nodded at him. Noah said that it was best not to get close to Vincent unless she wanted to die.

However, she had to. It was obvious that this man fell in love with a little retard, as the gossip magazine had said.

However, the news magazine made a mistake. Emily wasn't actually a retard.

Although Emily was standing beside Mr. Vincent, she wasn't nervous or uncomfortable at all. On the contrary, she was calm, as if that she was born to stand there.

After confirming that Christy was fine, Emily waved her hand in one direction and a small robot flew from the shadows to her palm.

Christy found it familiar and asked, "Is this yours?"

"It's not mine."

Emily touched the little robot's head and said, "Trevor, thank you. She's fine."

The little robot obediently sat on her shoulder. The workers in front of her stood there uneasily, "We.... We just...."

Without waiting for them to explain, Christy waved her hand and said, "Goodbye, I hope what I said just now is useful to you."

"That's it?" Emily asked.

Christy's identity was special, and she couldn't call the police. That's why Emily brought a group of people to deal with it, but she didn't expect things would go beyond her expectations. Christy looked calm, "It's fine. They didn't do anything to me."

Emily looked at the group of people again and left with them.

The workers stood there in panic, thinking, 'Goodness. Fortunately, I didn't do anything bad just now. Who are they? Those men in black looked so terrifying, especially the handsome man at the front... Christy grabbed the robot on Emily's shoulder. She stared at it with her beautiful eyes for a while, then looked into the robot's eyes and asked, "Can you hear me?"

On the other side, Trevor, who was in the attic, pushed the computer away in an instant and fell from the bed onto the carpet.

When the servants heard the sound, they all panicked and asked,

"Mr. Trevor, what happened?"

"What was that sound just now? Did you fall?"

The yellow light in the pavilion was on. Servants knew that it meant Trevor was okay, so they did not continue to ask.

Trevor climbed back to the bed from the ground. The suddenly enlarged lips on the computer screen were now in a distance. Only a pair of beautiful eyes would occasionally look over, revealing the curiosity of a young girl.