Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 82 Respect

She paused for a second. Then, she took out a piece of paper. She drew the image of Vincent based on her memory about him last night. His thin lips and chin were hidden in the darkness. Half of his face was under the light and the other in the darkness. He looked both indifferent and cold. His black eyes were deep and emotionless.

She often drew with paint. But this time, she drew with a pencil. After drawing for nearly two hours, she stood up to stretch her body and got another glass of water.

Another hour passed. She was still drawing his eyes. She felt that she was not good enough to draw the essence of Vincent's eyes. She darkened the shadows, and then used her fingers to wipe it evenly. Her phone was vibrating. It was Eliot's call. Emily turned on the speaker.

"I'm going to a banquet tonight. Put on a fancy dress and I'll pick you up later."

Emily stopped and checked the time. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon. She tidied up all the pens and the painting. "Eliot, I want to go to the supermarket."

"What do you need? I can buy it for you."

Emily remembered that her closet was full of clothes. So she instantly said, "Eliot, I have already grown up, so I want to shop for myself."

Eliot probably understood her meaning. He coughed softly and said, "Alright. Then, I'll send a driver to pick you up."

"Harold can send me there," she muttered.

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, Emily put on a windbreaker and went downstairs. Harold drove out of the garage. Not far from the door, she saw a car under a roadside tree.

It was a car of the Scavos which Harold had even driven before.

Emily whispered before getting out of the car, "I'll take the opportunity to retrieve that painting. Then you send it directly to Vincent's room."

Harold answered, "Yes, Ma'am."

She turned around and looked at the house of the Britts. After she was sure that she could not see the balcony here, she got into the car.

The driver greeted, "Good evening, Miss Emily."

"Good evening."

Emily responded politely and then lay back in the back seat to think. She could not interfere with the matter of the Britts because of the current situation. She had to wait for Beverly to take the bait, and got the money needed; otherwise, the Britts would go bankrupt.

However, Beverly did not have any financial resources. How could she take the bait? Why did she have the courage to embezzle the public funds?

Only after the car stopped did Emily regain her senses. She looked out of the window and found that she was already at the gate of the Britts. She got off the car. Compared to other female companions in high heels, she was the only one who wore long skirts and sneakers.

The street lights were on. White mist shrouded the gate of the Scavos, making it look like a paradise.

Eliot called and told her to wait because he would arrive in five minutes. So Emily waited at the gate as he said. Many male guests sized her up but no one recognized her.

"Why are you standing here?" A female voice came from behind.

Emily turned around and saw that Arabella was dressed in a custom-made Chanel white dress, which completely outlined her beautiful curves. She put on an exquisite makeup. She also wore a pair of earrings of flying swallows and a necklace of white jade pearls. She held an LV handbag in her hand. All of these made her look very exquisite.

Among all the famous brands, Emily could only recognize LV and its logo. She was not very familiar with Arabella. Although they had met twice, neither one went well. She was not sure if Arabella was talking to her.

She looked back and confirmed that she was the only one standing within a radius of three meters. Then, she smiled at Arabella and said politely, "Hello."

Arabella put her slender finger on her chin and looked at Emily, "Waiting for Vincent? Let me take you in."

Emily shook her head and said, "I am waiting for Eliot."

"You can wait inside. Otherwise, we will be stared by many people. When your brother comes, he can replace you inside." She paused for a moment. Then, she raised her slender eyebrows and asked, "Are you afraid of me?"

Emily looked at her quietly for a while, then silently followed Arabella in.

Arabella took the lead and walked in. Many servants bowed to her respectfully and greeted, "Miss Arabella, good evening."

Many guests even addressed her as Miss Arabella and raised their glasses to greet her. Arabella was too brilliant. She was leading ahead, so she completely blotted out Emily. Meanwhile, Emily deliberately looked down, so less people noticed her.

Along the way, Arabella saw that everyone's gaze was on her. She looked back arrogantly at Emily who had a very low sense of presence. It made Arabella put on a faint smile.

They walked through the corridor to the side hall of the garden. There was only a chair at the round table. Arabella sat on it first. She crossed her legs and looked at Emily. She was extremely elegant, and her aura was much stronger than Emily's. This time, she just wanted to see Emily's reaction. But she didn't expect Emily to be expressionless. Emily just looked around. Probably she couldn't replace a chair, so she leaned leisurely against the wall, putting one foot slightly against the corner. Her posture was indescribably cool.

"I heard that you screwed your sister badly." Arabella stirred the coffee in her hand. She had sat here for a long time and couldn't wait to see Emily. She wanted to know what Vincent liked about her.

But now, she found that Emily wasn't outstanding. Except for not being stupid, she really couldn't replace any other advantages. Her skin was a little fair. Her body was a little slim. And she was a little prettier than an ordinary woman.

However, Vincent was not a person who cared appearance. If he really cared, many beauties in City Y would have already pounced on him.

There must be something special about Emily that attracted Vincent.

"Just cut to the chase." Emily did not pretend to be nice because it was useless to do in front of a woman who treated her as a rival in love. After all, Emily had met Jaquan before. If she was right, Jaquan was fond of Arabella.

Arabella took a sip of coffee. It was a little cold. She raised her slender eyebrows and looked at Emily. Suddenly, she smiled, "When I was your age, I talked respectfully to people who were older than me. Do you just disrespect me or is this just the way you treat people?"

"You don't like me." Emily stood up straight and walked a few steps along the round table. She looked into Arabella's eyes and asked bluntly, "Is it useful for me to do so?"

This was the first time Arabella was stuck halfway of her words by a girl who was younger than her.

Arabella suppressed her anger and said gracefully, "I'm just curious why Vincent chooses you."

Emily listened quietly. After Arabella finished speaking, she looked at Arabella again. Her expression was still indifferent, as if she was not talking about herself, "You should ask him about it, shouldn't you?" 'She did it on purpose!' Arabella thought.

Arabella had already asked Vincent in the hotel!

She had asked Vincent again on that stormy night at the Tea Manor!

'This little retard has been present twice, yet she deliberately said so!'

Arabella stood up angrily, but her good cultivation made her hold back her erupting anger. She stared at Emily and said word by word, "Are you showing off?"

Emily turned around. Her clear eyes were filled with confusion and puzzlement, as if she didn't understand what Arabella was talking about.

Arabella clenched her fists, "Vincent said he liked you. Are you so proud of it? Is this the reason why you don't respect me?"

Emily remembered a lot of things Sydnee had said in her previous life. She thought for a moment and said seriously, "I won't lose myself for anyone's affection. Besides, Vincent is only a person. He is not a god, so he has no right to command me whether to respect others or not."☐☐☐☐☐☐