Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 42 My Last Name Is Scavo

"Wait a moment. This girl looks quite familiar!"

A few men sized Emily up. On the other side, Marquise covered his bloody forehead and stood up. He glared at Emily, gritted his teeth, and shouted, "What the hell are you doing, you retard?" Finally, everyone came to themselves. Wasn't she Elsie's retarded sister?

Harold rushed forward, pulled Emily behind him, and posed a defensive posture. Marquise stared at him, and the woman beside him was still screaming, "Mr. Marquise, you're bleeding!" "Shut up!" Marquise roared.

The woman immediately shut her mouth and sat there quietly while staring at Emily and Harold with wide eyes.

The waiter and owner of the restaurant rushed over. A man beside them waved his hand and said, "It's fine. They know each other. It's just a misunderstanding."

After all, the Britts and the Buckleys were going to be joined. No matter what, they would be related. And ... the one who committed the crime was a retard.

Someone handed a towel over from behind. Marquise covered his forehead and glared at Emily. Suddenly, he thought of something and his face turned ferocious. "You were the one who threw that flower pot me that night, weren't you?"

Emily shook her head in fear and stumbled, "It's me, not, not my sister."

Harold was speechless.

He looked down silently at the ground.

Marquise slapped the table and said, "Your sister did this? That bitch planned it! How have I offended her?"

Emily seemed to be frightened and she trembled.

The man beside her echoed, "I guess so. Elsie and her mother are so scheming. Every time, they will use this retarded girl as a scapegoat..."

"This retard probably took you as her brother-in-law already, so when she saw you with another woman... I never expected that a retard would defend her sister."

Seeing that the retard was trembling in fear, Marquise threw away the towel, "Forget it. Since it was your sister, I won't blame this on you. Just leave!"

Harold was surprised.

He finally realized what Emily was capable of and cast a gaze towards her with admiration.

"He's a bad guy. I don't want to see him ... I don't want to eat. I want to go home..." Emily sniffed and shouted at him in grief.

"Alright, alright. I'll leave!" Marquise covered his injured head and walked out. He turned around and looked at Emily. She was a retard. What else could he have except a loss?

Harold was amazed.

As soon as they left, Emily also walked out. Harold turned his head to look at Sydnee and found that her face was filled with shock and admiration. Sydnee sensed his gaze and carried her bag to catch up. As soon as she got out, she couldn't help but give Emily a thumbs-up. "Oh my God, you are the actress of the year!"

Emily did not smile but just patted her on the shoulder. She was a few years younger than Sydnee and was not as tall as her. It looked somewhat funny when she did this.

"You will meet a better man."

Sydnee was shocked and then smiled. "You are a little girl, yet you talk like an adult."

Emily was rather serious. "Don't rush into marriage. There are good men ahead, and you just have to wait."

Sydnee froze and then said seriously, "Okay."

Harold didn't know what to do.

He felt that he was not supposed to be here.

"These are all high-consumption places. Let's just eat at a cheaper restaurant. We don't have to spend so much money." Sydnee looked at Emily and asked.

Emily nodded. They were at a crossroads. In front of them was the most luxurious restaurant in City Y, Worldwide Restaurant. Vehicles had passed and they walked forward. Emily tilted her head and looked around. She unintentionally saw Kamron, who was answering the phone.

He was wearing a baseball cap, presumably to cover up the bandages on his head. He looked somewhat impatient when talking on the phone. He glanced at his watch from time to time and then walked into Worldwide Restaurant.

Emily didn't know much about Kamron's background, but upon thinking of Sydnee's words, she guessed that Kamron was either a rich man or a powerful official. She followed him and wanted to see who he was going to meet and whether she knew the other party.

Behind her, Sydnee sighed. Seeing that Emily did not turn back, she could only follow her and whispered, "Really? You really want to go in? It's expensive! Your 500, 000 is not enough!" She couldn't help saying it.

Emily turned around and asked in a serious tone, "Is it okay if I don't order anything?"

Sydnee was bereft of words.

So was Harold.

Kamron went into the Worldwide Restaurant and walked through the corridor. Emily lowered her head and stepped inside. A waiter followed behind and asked, "How many of you? Have you made a reservation? May I know your last name?"

Emily thought for a moment, then turned around and said, "Scavo."

Harold was shocked.

So was Sydnee.

The waiter was astounded. He took a good look at her and said respectfully, "Follow me."

Emily followed him and walked inside. Sydnee could not help but say, "Only Mr. Vincent's family has the last name Scavo in City Y. If someone discovers that you are an impostor, you'll be screwed." Harold trusted Emily somehow. "No, don't worry. She knows what she's doing."

Sydnee was still worried. "She will probably meet Mr. Vincent here."

The waiter stopped at the door of a private room and knocked on the door. "Mr. Vincent, a relative of yours is here."

Sydnee covered her mouth. Damn, she jinxed it.

Emily did not expect to meet Mr. Vincent here. The scene of the man lowering his head and kissing her as well as his dark eyes in her dream suddenly surfaced in her mind. She had a butterfly in her stomach again.

The door was opened.

Emily waved her hand. "I'll...."

Before she could finish, the door to the private room next to her was opened. Kamron walked out. He was answering the phone impatiently with lowered head. "Are you done?"

They were not far away from each other. As long as he raised his head, he could see her. Emily nervously grabbed Harold and pushed him into the private room.

Sydnee went into the private room as well.

They closed the door. Emily took a deep breath and saw that the room was crowded.

People were sitting around a large table.

The man in the main seat was dressed in a black shirt with the uppermost black and gold button. His tall body leaned leisurely back in the seat, his long left arm placed on the arm of his chair. He held a goblet with his left hand, with his index and middle fingers looking slender and beautiful.

Hearing the movement at the door, he did not look over. Instead, he took a sip of wine. Only then did he slowly raise his chin and see the people at the door. His gaze became focused and his lips curled up subtly.

Emily fixed her eyes on him. Among those people, she only knew him, so she looked at him infatuatedly. When she met the man's gaze, her heart beat faster.

'He is not Eliot. I can't take him as Eliot.'

She thought to herself.

Almost everyone present witnessed how Vincent kissed the girl by force. Looking at Arabella sitting beside Vincent, everyone couldn't help but cough.

"What's wrong with you guys? Did you catch a cold?" Arabella, who was in the dark, asked.

They coughed even harder.