Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 965 Losing Control (2)

Rollo grabbed Lord Top. "Alright, tell us. What do you want if you go to the competition with us?"

"Why do you want me to go to the competition?" Lord Top asked.

"Because you look very powerful," Rollo told the truth. "I played with the hero you just played, but I lost every time, and you..."

What Lord Top acted just now really wasn't like him. In the classroom, he just listened carefully to the teachers and read books. He didn't talk to people. Such an honest person actually knew how to play games, and even managed to come out alive in one versus four, and even killed one person. From this point, Rollo thought that Lord Top's skill was far above them. That was why he always invited him to join. Lord Top thought for a moment. "I haven't had time to do my homework recently."

"We'll write it for you!" Rollo said eagerly.

"How long will you write for me?" asked Lord Top.

"How long do you want?" asked Rollo with a smile on his face.

Lord Top said, "A few months."

Rollo was speechless.

Those boys didn't say anything.

On Friday night, Lord Top carried his bag and entered an Internet cafe. Rollo and a few boys waved at her. On the table were prepared milk tea and sweets.

At the same time, on the opposite side of Happisland City's first bookstore, a new bookstore was officially opened. The name was Bookstore of the Britt Group, and Emily, the owner of the bookstore, was also brought over by Vincent. She looked at him in disbelief and laughed for a long time.

"You are so bad, aren't you? You just opened the shop opposite them?" Emily covered her mouth as she laughed.

"The place next to them is not good," Vincent said as he held her in his arms.

Emily couldn't hold back her laughter. "Could it be that you want to open one next door to them as well? You are a little tricky. Be careful of being cursed by them."

"Take a look." Vincent pulled her to a place. Emily stopped and found that many of her casually drawn paintings were hung here. Those paintings had no focus, some in a few strokes, others in colorful paint as if representing her mood during that time.

She looked up and laughed. "Vincent, I should also hang up your nude photo."

Vincent became speechless.

This bookstore was more than twice the size of the first bookstore on the opposite side. There was a resting area and tea water area in the middle, and even provided the children's amusement area for the women who brought the children.

"You did the research?" Emily asked Vincent.

"I went to their bookstore and designed this place myself. How about it?" Vincent said calmly, without any intention of taking credit. He seemed to be talking about something very inconspicuous, but Emily was very moved. She held his hand. "I like it very much."

Vincent's eyes were dark and his thin lips were close to her ear as he said, "I want payment."

Just as Emily was feeling touched, she immediately agreed when she heard this.

When she was in bed at night, Emily was regretful.

At the same time.

Ferne and Noah ran out of an alley, panting. It was late at night, and the two walked dozens of meters along the long street before avoiding the surveillance camera and hiding in the car.

"Did you hurt your hand?" asked Ferne as he unscrewed his water bottle.

Noah put his bloody hand under the water bottle to wash for a moment. "I'm okay."

Ferne took a sip of water and handed the bottle to Noah.

Noah also took a sip, then looked at him. "What's wrong?"

Ferne shook his head, but suddenly touched Noah's hair.

"I'm a little afraid." Ferne let out a long breath. "Fortunately, you are fine."

The siren of the police outside the car whistled past.

Noah wiped his hands and said to Ferne, "Sit up straight, let's go back."

As Ferne fastened his seat belt, he thought of Noah's pair of sunken eyes and trembling fingers when he took the scissors. Ferne asked, "Do you think that can be taken back after being cut?" Noah turned the car around and said, "Yes."

"Then where did you throw that thing?" asked Ferne nervously.

"I fed it to a dog." Noah looked straight ahead. "When I ran out just now, I saw a dog, so I threw it at that dog."

Ferne lay prone outside the window and retched.

Noah parked the car on the side of the road, and Ferne directly ran out to vomit.

Five minutes later, he dragged his exhausted body back and said, "Go back."

This was not the first time Noah had done such a thing.

But this was the first time Ferne followed him and witnessed him do such a thing.

Some man could not control his penis, so Noah could only help him control it.

At three o'clock in the morning today, Trevor received a help letter on his computer. It contained words like death, so it was directly extracted.