Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 73 The Case

After the first car carrying the swindler drove away, the second carrying Emily and Harold also set off.

The car was spacious, and there were two rows of seats facing each other in the back seat. So, the two police officers stared at Emily and Harold, and then moved away silently. Then they moved back. This happened again and again.

Emily looked at them. She asked softly, "Do you have something to ask?"

"I, I, I have seen you." The policeman stuttered, "You, you, you look pretty."

Emily nodded slightly, "Thank you."

"Do you really have the intelligence of a seven-year-old?" The policeman asked.

After all, they had witnessed everything. Although this girl was very quiet at all times, she had some qualities that made people replace it hard to ignore her.

In addition, she was very beautiful. Her clear eyes which seemed to be filled with the light of stars were too bright for people to look at her again.

A few people recognized her as that retard of the Britts, but considering her calmness just now, she did not look like a retard at all.

The rumors said that she was a real-life Cinderella, who was abused by her stepmother all day long and only able to come out to the Prince's party at night. This story spread online with photos of the Scavo's banquet. Whether it was true or false remained unknown.

"What do you think?" Emily looked up at the policeman who just asked.

"I don't think so." The policeman dared to look at her when he was not stuttering, but his ears secretly turned red.

Emily didn't even blink as she asked again. "Shouldn't a policeman obey the rule of seeing is believing?"

The policeman immediately became serious. "Right. I'm sorry for my silly question."

"It's alright." After Emily replied, she cast her gaze out of the window. Her face and clothes were girlish, but her aura was distant. This contradiction made the two policemen sitting opposite her look at her at all times.

Harold silently took out a new mask and handed it to her. Emily glanced at him. Because she felt uncomfortable after wearing a mask for a long time, she had taken it off after arriving at the Tea Manor. Now, it became cold, and she could not open the window for ventilation, but she still needed to wear a mask. She frowned slightly and took it.

The opposite two policemen withdrew their gazes.

After the car stopped, Emily thanked them and took a taxi with Harold to the hospital.

They got off at the entrance of the hospital. Harold noticed that many male passers-by would secretly look at Emily. Although she dressed casually with a mask covering half of her face, the straight legs covered by sweatpants were eye-catching. Her silk-like long black hair fell on her back. With fair skin and clear eyes, she was as beautiful as a doll. However, her unique temperament distanced her from others, and it was invisible but able to be sensed.

When she turned around to look at Harold, he finally felt it. That's because her gaze was cold and distant.

From the day she asked him to be her bodyguard, he witnessed her great changes day by day: at first she smiled to please people; she pretended to cry to lie; she even hid bottles of eye drops in her sleeves; she exposed her misery to punish Miss Elsie. She locked herself in her room for half a month to paint for money ... and so on.

However, Emily would also cry in her nightmare. He had only heard that once. When he flew from downstairs to the balcony, all he saw was Emily lying down again in the moonlight with a dagger in her hand. He racked his brains uncontrollably. What exactly had happened to Emily?

"Go have dinner and buy me a hamburger." Emily waved at him, "Harold, are you listening?"

"Alright." Harold regained his sense.

Emily walked into the waiting room hall and sat down. Then, she edited a text message and sent it to the number marked as "swindler".

"Come to the City Hospital for me."

Christy, who received the text message, threw it to Noah immediately without the slightest bit of dignity and elegance that Emily had seen before. "It's her. It's her!"

Facing the computer, Noah smiled and said, "The little girl?"

Christy walked over and pinched his face, "Yes." She looked down and knocked on her phone. The moment she lowered her head, she became serious. "She was the first one to discover we are liars." "Have you finished reading the documents about her?" Noah flipped through the stack of documents on the table.

Christy leaned against her chair and frowned. "Yes. It's too fake. I feel like ... she didn't look like a teenage girl.

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"What do you mean?" Noah had never seen Emily before. He only listed out the useful information he had obtained from the documents so he could make a plan to solve the "problem." Christy stood up and picked up a picture of Emily. The girl in the picture was obediently squatting in the garden, holding a branch, as if she was playing with an ant. She smiled innocently. Until now, Christy was unable to describe that feeling. Christy slowly recalled the situation yesterday, thinking of her expression, as well as her waving gesture. She didn't turn back when she left. "It feels like she has something in common with us. We seem to be the same type of person."

Noah finally turned around and raised his eyebrows. "You mean she, as a rich, has experienced what we experienced? Do you think it's possible?"

Right. People who lived in the light couldn't have a chance to see darkness at all.

Christy was silent for a moment, "Maybe I was thinking too much."

She walked back to the dining table and continued her lunch. Then she stood up and asked, "Do you want to go?"

Noah was still busy with the computer. Hearing this, he paused and took a sip of coffee. "Yes."

"What if it's a trap?"

"Then I'll use my beauty to trap her." Noah stood up and loosened his collar, exposing his sexy collarbone and apple. Christy, "..."

Although they had done so in the past, a strong sixth sense told her that his beauty wouldn't be enough to seduce the little girl.00000000000