Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 455 Big News

Vincent put the lunch box on the coffee table. Then he walked to the desk and asked, "What are you working on so absorbedly?"

"The designer sent me the final draft." Emily wanted to click off the page. She gave her seat to Vincent as she found that he came over, "Please help me check if there's anything wrong with it."

"Go and get something to eat," Vincent said nothing. He gently held her and pushed her towards the coffee table.

"Okay." Emily washed her hands. Then she sat down on the sofa and began to eat.

Every time, the food Vincent brought had meat and vegetables. There was also one porridge and one soup. Emily could have one of them or both of them. It depended on her preference. In short, Vincent built up her health with all kinds of balanced food.

In the first few days after Maury's death, first, Emily was at a wake and then she had a fever. Therefore, she had lost eight kilograms in less than a week and even the extra fat on her waist was gone. Emily knew that she had lost a lot of weight, but she had no appetite. Every time she saw the black mourning armband around her arm, she would feel bad and uncomfortable.

These days, Vincent tried to bring her food. He didn't go upstairs. After giving her food, he would confirm whether she had eaten or not. He didn't send a text message or give her a call to remind her. He just waited downstairs. He would leave when Emily found him and walked to the coffee table to eat.

Emily was gnawing on a pork chop. She looked at Vincent, who was at her desk, from the corner of her eyes when she was drinking water.

Everyone clearly noticed that she had gotten thin, but a few people noticed that Vincent also lost weight. He looked up from the screen gently. Then, he looked down at the screen. He clicked the mouse and made some modifications and comments on the computer.

Emily walked over with a pork chop in her hand, "Is there anything that needs to modify?"

She saw him click the mouse.

"Yes, the color saturation here is insufficient. Also, while designing advertisements, you should learn about the corporate culture first. There is no need to design according to its needs." Vincent slid down the mouse and showed her, "If you know the Oriental Cultural Group well, you will know that you shouldn't design here like this, it should be left blank."

"Okay. Let me write it down." Emily held the pork chop, but she didn't have time to eat. After thinking for a while, she put it into Vincent's mouth. Then, she took a piece of tissue and wiped her fingers. She wanted to type it up.

Holding the chop in his mouth, Vincent grabbed her arm to pull her in front of him and passed the pork chop into her mouth. When parted, he touched her lips lightly, "You eat first. I'll help you modify it. Just watch."

"Okay." Emily bit the pork chop.

The assistant of the president's office had gotten off work. After having dinner downstairs, she found that the lights in the general manager's office were still on, so she swiped her card and came in worriedly. When she opened the door, she found that Miss Emily was in a man's arms, eating pork chops. They were staring at the computer screen with concentration and seriousness.

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The assistant was stunned there. Emily looked up, "Don't you get off work? Is there anything else?"

"Oh, yeah. I ... I forgot something." The assistant fluttered her eyes in panic. Then, she looked at the man sitting at the desk in disbelief. After closing the door, she grabbed her hair and screamed hysterically in her mind.

"My God! Can the man inside be Mr. Vincent?"

She was so excited that she picked up her phone and sent the big news to the WeChat group.

"There's a man in Miss Emily's office. Oh, my God! A handsome man."

The people in the WeChat group became excited instantly.

"Who?"

"Mr. Vincent!"

"A man! Don't miss the point!"

"Don't interrupt! Don't swipe the screen!"

"What man?"

"I saw him in a magazine. I'm not sure if it's him, but he's so handsome!"

"I'll send you a picture to check if it's him."

"What are you doing back at the company so late?"

"Do you have any photos?"

"If we go back to the company now, can we pretend to run into the handsome man by chance?"

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"That's right. It's him! Oh, God!"

"Oh, boy! So, Mr. Vincent is the boss behind the scenes. Gosh, I'm going to cry!"

"Are you sure the person you saw is Mr. Vincent?"

"Exactly! Miss Emily is in Mr. Vincent's arms. They are looking at the computer. Miss Emily seemed to eat something."

"Is Miss Emily in the mood to eat when she's with such a handsome man? Why doesn't she kiss him?"

"My friend, you're too excited."

"Hello guys, watch your mouth. Miss Emily is a young adult, stop saying dirty jokes."

"What are they doing in the office so late at night?"

"Miss Emily works overtime every night. Once when I got in her office, she was reading there."

"Miss Emily is really hard-working. She will read when she is eating. I once met her in the cafeteria and she wasn't indifferent. She even nodded at me."

"Oh. No wonder she looks aloof. Mr. Vincent is indifferent too. I can't believe they're a couple. Mr. Vincent and Miss Emily, God, both of them are powerful. I'm scared."

Emily did not know that the assistant had caused a stir in the WeChat group. She wrote down what Vincent said as she was eating. Afterward, she worked on the documents not done in the afternoon. With Vincent here, she did her work more efficiently.

They got all the work done. It was ten o'clock when they came out of the building.

"Let's visit Mr. Ferne." Emily held Vincent's hand and said, "He's injured."

Neon flashed in the distance. A lot of cars kept coming going and some of them stopped at the intersection, leaving the smell of dust. Emily looked at the lamps that connected into a line. She pulled Vincent, "How about taking a walk?"

"Aren't you tired?" Vincent pulled her zipper to the top and helped her put on the cap. And then he held her hand.

"I'm not tired." Emily looked up at him and asked, "Are you tired?"

Vincent shook his head.

Emily stared at the roadside and asked Vincent after a while, "So, can you carry me on your back?"

Vincent pinched her cheek and then crouched down in front of her. Emily climbed onto his back and put her hands around his neck.

"Mr. Vincent, it's so kind of you." She whispered.

Vincent walked forward, closely followed by the Bentley. A few guards walked unhurriedly in the shadows. In comparison, the little Hulk was kind of cheerful.

When Mrs. Britt was dead, the guards hadn't been founded. So, they only heard of it later.

If Miss Scavo hadn't been young and needed someone to take care of her, Mr. Vincent probably wouldn't have approached her. He had locked himself in his room for three days and nights without eating or drinking. He didn't cry. He just knelt down.

Everyone knew that he blamed himself, but nothing he could do. He wanted to take revenge, but he was unable to do that. Mr. Rolando had good reason to worry about him. Then, he was young and incapable of taking revenge. The only thing he could do was to grow up and protect his weak sister.

But unexpectedly, he couldn't even protect his sister in the end.

The year when something bad happened to Vincent's sister was the most difficult year for the guards. Mr. Vincent had a big change in his temperament. He became hostile and he had totally changed the Scavos. He became cold-blooded and inhuman. He had killed all the people who had participated in the plot of seizing the position of Patriarch, even they were of the same bloodline, even some of them were only one or two years older than him.

That year, there were no festivals, no laughter, no relaxation or happiness. There were endless darkness and miserableness. The guards didn't even dare to talk to Vincent. They quietly hid in the darkness. In the end, they truly merged with the darkness. They became the secret guard and the shadow of Vincent, silently guarding him in the darkness.

Vincent walked a distance and tilted his head slightly to look at Emily, who closed her eyes and fell asleep on his shoulder.

He did not get in the car but kept walking forward. A car boomed by with the horn beeped. Vincent frowned. Emily was awakened. She looked around and asked in a daze, "Am I asleep?"

"Yes," Vincent said. His body suddenly became stilted because of the gentle and wet touching on his neck.

Emily slid from his back. And she held his arm and walked backward, "Get in the car. It's a little cold."

Vincent pulled her into his arms lightly. He cupped her chin and lowered his head to kiss her.

"Don't be afraid and don't be sad," he said in a low voice. "I'll be with you."

He knew the feeling of losing loved ones too well, so he had been with her these days.

Emily lay on his chest and said in a stuffy voice, "Actually, I'm very strong when I'm alone. When I'm with you, I become fragile."

Vincent curved his thin lips slightly, "Then, do you want me to go?"

Emily rubbed his shirt and looked up at him, "you said you would always be with me from now on. How can you backtrack so quickly?"

"Nice try." Vincent pinched her cheeks, "Why are you still so slim? I try my best to bring you food."

Emily said casually, "Maybe I miss you so much that I can't get fat."

Vincent kept silent for a moment and then he pressed her against one of the lamp-posts. The ambiguous lamplight shone on her palm-sized face. She looked at him with her deer-like wet eyes.

He lowered his head and bit her lips gently. He would kiss her when she snorted for pain.

The cars came and went in all directions and the crowd was in a hurry. No one noticed the man and the woman who was kissing under the street lights.

"It's late. Let's go to the hospital first." Vincent took a step back. He held the limp Emily and got into the car.