Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 88 She Says

"No." Marquise looked at her and suddenly became affectionate, "Listen to me. Really, the first time I see you, I have the feeling that we must have been married and have lived together in our previous life. Every time I return home, I would think of you when I see the empty house."

The mocking voices of the surrounding people stopped for a while. But when they heard this, they burst into even louder laughter.

Sydnee glared at Marquise and saw him continue even more obsessively. "We have a child. Every day, you would play with the child in the living room. You would teach him how to sing and how to read. This dream is too real. I feel like it happened."

"Are you finished?" Sydnee asked coldly.

"Finished." Marquise suddenly knelt on one knee and said, "Sydnee, marry me. I will definitely treat you well. I swear, I will use my life to give you a happy life. I didn't prepare a ring, but don't worry, I will definitely give you a grand proposal ceremony."

Sydnee interrupted him coldly, "Mr. Marquise, I have a boyfriend."

"Who?" Marquise suddenly woke up from his drunkenness and stared at her with a frightening look, "Tell me, who is it?"

As Sydnee thought about whether she should call Harold, a male voice came from behind her, "Me."

Then, an arm fell on her shoulder.

Sydnee tilted her head slightly and saw half of Eliot's face. Eliot and Emily were not at all alike, but there was one thing in common that both of them were very attractive. From an early age, Emily was beautiful, just like an exquisite doll. Eliot was the white-shirted senior in the eyes of many schoolgirls. Sydnee still remembered seeing Eliot's picture on the web page for the first time. He dressed in a white shirt, with the sleeves half rolled. He was lowering his head to read a book in the library, while the breeze blew up his tousled hair in front of his forehead. He extended his hand to block the wind and the fine sunlight passing through his fingers shone down. He squinted and looked up. The scene was shot, and the picture was kept as the phone wallpaper by lots of schoolgirls.

Marquise pulled a long face, "Eliot, what do you mean?"

"Nothing." Eliot held Sydnee's hands and pulled her closer.

Marquise suddenly pulled apart their tied hand angrily, "She is mine!"

Eliot held Sydnee and took a few steps back. He had lost a lot of weight these past few days. The great changes in his family had deprave him of naïve appearance in a short period of time, but in an instant, turned him into a mature and steady man. His face was tired, but his eyes were especially energetic. He looked at Sydnee and said, "Please tell him which one you will choose."

Sydnee looked into Eliot's eyes and didn't know how to respond.

Although she didn't want to get involved with anyone, the person in front of her was Emily's brother. She hesitated for a few seconds before squeezing into Eliot's arms.

Seeing this scene, Marquise was blue in the face and then he sneered at Eliot, "You don't need to get yourself involved in this matter for your sister. Do you know what kind of rules the Dickerson family has? The Dickersons won't forgive you just for your simple excuse of having a misunderstanding."

Eliot also smiled. His skin had been tanned recently, and his face presented a healthy wheat color. He said lightly to Marquise, "Don't mind the business of Sydnee and me."

"If you're unhappy with me, fine, let's go out and have a fight. You can hit me until you are happy." Marquise felt vexed.

Eliot probably wanted to have a fight with him. As soon as Marquise finished speaking, Eliot lifted Marquise's collar and walked out the door. Sydnee was stunned. She didn't know whether to help Eliot or stop them from fighting each other. She could only send a message to Emily, "Eliot and Marquise had a fight!"

Many people rushed to the door and watched the fight.

Eliot pinned Marquise down to the ground and beaten him up. Every time Eliot beaten up, Marquise shouted, "Hit hard! Good! Good!"

Sydnee couldn't help but wonder if Marquise was crazy.

Eliot angrily punched him again, "Marquise, I treat you as a friend. What did you do to my sister? She's a girl, but you made her so embarrassed..."

The Marquise smiled on the ground, with blood all over his face. "I knew it. You must be doing this for your sister. Hit me! Hit hard! As long as you give vent to your anger, you will be satisfied. I won't cause any trouble for you!"

"You scum!" Eliot roared angrily, "I really want to kill you!"

The entrance was crowded with people. There were many spectators and also those people who were about to stop the men from fighting, but they were stopped by Marquise. "Don't stop him! Let him vent his anger! I owe him!"

Marquise's face was covered in blood. Eliot lowered his head and whispered, "You like Sydnee, don't you? Let me tell you, there's no way. She's mine."

"Eliot, screw you!" Marquise widened his eyes.

Eliot punched him again, knocking Marquise unconscious.

The bodyguards of the Buckley family all rushed over and surrounded Eliot. The Scavo family's security guards and bodyguards also surrounded Eliot. Eliot was like a man who bathed in blood. His white suit was stained with blood. Blood was still dripping from the joints of his right hand, and it was difficult to tell if it was Marquise's blood or his.

He stepped over Marquise and stood up. Suddenly, he was stunned when he saw the hall. The crowd could not help but follow his gaze and look towards the hall.

At the corner of the second floor, a tall man in a pure black suit stood there. He went downstairs slowly. He was desperately handsome, but he wore a cold and arrogant look, which kept a distance from the ordinary people. Then he stopped and gazed at the crowd. His eyes were cold as the icy-cold equipment.

It was Vincent!

The crowd quieted down strangely.

Everyone stared at him until a girl in white dress appeared. A girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and she wore a pure white dress with the long hair hanging down. She had palm-sized face, a pair of clear and clean eyes and rosy lips. She had fair white skin, as if she was glowing. Her beauty had grasped everyone's heart.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and then there was a heated discussion.

"Holy shit! Isn't this the little retard from the Britt family?"

"Retard... She is so beautiful?"

"I always feel like I've seen this scene somewhere before..."

"Nonsense! Have you forgotten the Scavo family's banquet last time?"

"Holy shit, I remember that!"

"Oh My Gosh! Is this really that little retard from the Britt family?"

The bodyguards of the Buckley family carried Marquise and walked out of the door when the crowd was dazed.

Not far away, Kamron, who had been watching the fight, was also stunned as he saw the scene. He nudged the bodyguard beside him and asked, "Is that the little retard of the Britt family?" The bodyguard nodded, "Yes, it's her."

Kamron was dumbfounded.

The bodyguard asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's her." When Kamron saw that face, he involuntarily clenched his legs and felt distressed, "That disgusting girl."

The bodyguard was speechless.

Mr. Kamron had betted that if the news about Vincent and the retard of the Britt family was true, he would kill himself... Should he remind Mr. Kamron of the promise?