Billionaire’s Reborn Baby

Billionaire’s Reborn Baby Chapter 93

Chapter 93 Make a Bet

After Emily went to the bathroom to get changed, she saw Rex bringing about the breakfast and waiting for her in the room. He put the food on the table and looked at his watch, “Miss Emily, you have ten minutes.”

Emily knew that she had to learn Sanda at 7:30 every day, so she immediately sat down. She took a big sip of milk, gobbled down the sandwich, wiped her mouth with a towel, then stood up and said, “Let’s go.”

Mr. Rolando sat downstairs early in the morning. He even invited a lot of friends over for tea. A group of old men rubbed their sleepy eyes and yawned. “Hey, why asked us here this early in the morning?”

“To have a cup of tea.” Mr. Rolando occasionally looked in the direction of the stairs and said to the butler, “Fill it up.”

The butler was speechless.

‘Mr. Rolando, you are not having wine!’

These old men had recently become addicted to night fishing. Not long after they fell asleep, they were called over by Mr. Rolando. He only said that something serious had happened. Everyone was still fuzzy. They stormed here from bed and hadn’t even worn their shoes properly. And now they saw Mr. Rolando holding a cup of tea in his hand and sitting in the living room leisurely.

It turned out that nothing serious had happened.

They waited from seven o’clock to nine o’clock. After having breakfast, drinking morning tea, and staring at each other for a while, they finally couldn’t help but stand up to leave.

Mr. Rolando felt embarrassed and asked the butler. “Why haven’t they come down yet? Are they still asleep?”

The butler’s eyebrows twitched. “Mr. Vincent has already woken up. He is having a video conference in the study.”

“He won’t go to the company?” Mr. Rolando raised his eyebrows, looking angry.

The butler handed him another cup of tea and said, “No.”

“Then what is he planning to do today?” Mr. Rolando turned around and looked at the coffee table. He had drunk more than a dozen cups of tea early in the morning when waiting for them, yet they didn’t show up at all!

The butler shook his head, “I don’t know.”

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“She’s upstairs.”

Mr. Rolando was anxious, “Why hasn’t she come down yet?”

“What for?”

Mr. Rolando was rendered speechless by the butler. And he could barely sat down after drinking so much tea. So he stood up, and paced back and forth in the living room in anger.

It was finally noon as he paced. Emily showed up when Mr. Rolando became desperate. She went downstairs in sportswear. At the same time, Vincent also came downstairs.

Mr. Rolando didn’t examine this little girl carefully last night. Now, he felt that this little girl looked pretty good and well matched his grandson.

Thinking about that, he regretted not inviting his old friends over at noon. In that case, he could show off in a subtle way. ‘See, this is my granddaughter-in-law. Isn’t she pretty?’

Among his old friends, none of their grandsons and granddaughters had got married. They made a bet in private. If one of them got a granddaughter-in-law first, the rest needed to celebrate on it. The winner would feel really awesome.

These old guys were dead enemies when young. Now in their late years, they were bored and had no company, a ‘fake’ friendship developed among them.

On a bleak autumn evening, when they were fishing together, someone sighed, “My grandson plays computer games all day long and hasn’t got a girlfriend. I’m so angry that I want to smash his computer. Young men nowadays are nothing like us at all…”

“So is my grandson. He spends all day on his glass shop all day long. He’s so cowardly that he doesn’t like to talk. He hasn’t inherited any of my strengths at all…”

“Yours just doesn’t speak. Mine never left the door. He stays in the garret all day. Tell me, which one is worse?”

When everyone heard this, they couldn’t help but sigh.

Someone suddenly said, “Why don’t we make a bet?”

So whose grandson was the first to get marriage had made the old men’s roll and forced out their daily bet– whoever caught fewer fish offered dinner that day.

Okay, let’s get back to right now.

Now, Mr. Rolando had become the first person to have a granddaughter-in-law, so he was the Big Brother. Thinking of that, his wrinkled face smiled even more wrinkled than a chrysanthemum.

“Hello, Grandpa.” As soon as Emily came down, she saw that Mr. Maury was smiling at her very kindly.

Mr. Rolando couldn’t hold back his kind smile, so he could only put away a few weak teeth and kindly said, “Good girl, sit down. Are you hungry? Tell Grandpa what you want to eat.”

Emily felt that compared to last night, his attitude seemed to have undergone a qualitative leap and had reached a quantitative change. Therefore, she responded unchanged and said obediently, “Alright.”

The kitchen help brought the dishes to the table. They sat down. Mr. Rolando completely ignored Vincent at the other end of the table and kept asking Emily, “Is there anything you can’t eat?”

Emily shook her head, “No.”

The meat and vegetables on the table were well matched with color and fragrance. There was also a dessert fruit salad. However, it was a little cold. She did not want to eat fruit very much. She just puckered her lips and took a bite or two. Somehow Vincent noticed that. He waved his hand to let Rex withdraw it.

Mr. Rolando was still asking tirelessly, “How old are you? Where do you come from? Do you have any siblings?”

Emily stuffed her mouth with rice and chewed hard. She raised her head to look at Mr. Rolando. She wanted to speak but was afraid of spitting out rice grains, so she could only chew quickly.

Mr. Rolando was not in a hurry as he smiled and waited for her.

Vincent put down his chopsticks and said, “Old man.”

When Mr. Rolando heard his voice, he curled his lips unhappily and said like a child, “I was just asking.”

Vincent picked up a piece of meat and said, “Let’s eat.”

“Girl, you must marry to him in the future. He might look cold, but it’s just his personality. His heart is very gentle. He will definitely treat you well. If he dares not, I will beat him to death!” Mr. Rolando said happily as he tried to sell his grandson to Emily.

Emily followed Vincent to pick up a piece of meat for Rolando. She obediently said, “Grandpa, have a piece of meat.”

Mr. Rolando was so happy that his eyes narrowed.

Grandson and granddaughter-in-law had both brought him meat at the same time. He had to brag it tonight to those old fellows. And it had to be subtle.

Emily surveyed the surroundings while eating. This morning, she discovered that there were only grandfather and grandson living in this big house. As for Vincent’s stories, she had only heard from her brother about his personality in her previous life. She did not know much about the situation in his family. Now, it seemed that Vincent did not have any parents…