Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 262

On midwinter evenings, it got dark early in City Y. There were no stars in the pitch-black sky.

It was an ordinary night, but it was unusual.

The owner of the Dalton Hotel returned to his suite early, and he did not even have dinner delivered. The staff had a good gossip about that their boss had broken up with his boyfriend.

Ever since his boyfriend walked out in a fit of anger, their boss had been depressed. He was not in the mood of doing anything all day long. Today, his spirit was lifted, but he looked tense. His eyes were extremely bright, and he looked like a poising leopard.

Ferne was waiting for a phone call. Noah asked him to arrange a police car to search near the appointed location for the purpose of scaring the organizer. However, if anything went wrong, Noah and Christy would not be able to come back.

Ferne had intended to join them, but Noah refused on the grounds that his face was conspicuous. Noah had a point there. After all, Ferne ran a hotel, and he was considered one of City Y's young and promising entrepreneurs. However, Ferne felt disgruntled with the word 'conspicuous', which didn't sound like a word to describe a man. Instead, it sounded like the word for the most popular courtesan.

Time crawled to 22:11 in his wild imagination. His phone vibrated. It was a message from Noah. It was a period.

Ferne was exasperated.

'Damn it. Can't this guy type more words?'

'Thankfully, he is fine.' Ferne let out a sigh of relief. He changed and went upstairs. These days he was practicing boxing. It was said that it took twenty-one days to form a habit. After practicing for two months, he finally took to the feeling of sweating profusely.

After he changed clothes, Ferne went upstairs. A waiter came out after he finished cleaning the arena. However, he stopped at the door and saw Ferne go to the sandbag and gave it a fierce punch.

The sandbag swung slowly, revealing a portrait on the sandbag. It was Noah's face.

The waiter shook his head. 'Mr. Ferne is turning his love into hate.'

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Jaquan had been busy for several days. His client was hospitalized, so he had to go to the hospital and followed up on the case. The trial date had been postponed due to the hospitalization of his client. However, the opposing lawyer proposed a settlement. His client wanted to fight for the best interests in court, but at the same time he was worried that it would cost more to hire a lawyer. Even if he won the lawsuit, he would get less. In short, the indecision of the client had greatly affected his mood. As a result, he had completely forgotten about Arabella these days.

By the time he sorted out the things with his clients, four days had passed since he formalized his relationship with Arabella. On the fifth night, he managed to call Arabella after work, briefly explaining that he had been busy recently. Arabella was understanding and didn't complain, but she seemed to be in low spirit.

"Tomorrow is weekend. I'll take you out."

"Okay." Arabella's mood was lifted. "Where are we going?"

Jaquan didn't have any idea, so he asked, "Where do you want to go?"

"The Cultural Palace." Arabella suggested.

"Okay. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Jaquan looked at the time. It was half past ten. He flexed his shoulders and drove out of the garage. Afterwards, he opened the window to get fresh air.

The traffic wasn't congested at night, and he kept his speed at 60 mph. He relaxed at the view and the cold breeze on the winter night.

He stopped at the red light and tilted his head to look at the car beside him. It was a long van. The window at the front passenger seat was open, but the man sitting on it saw Jaquan's car window was open, and he slowly rolled up the van window.

Jaquan looked away and rubbed his fingers on the steering wheel. When the light turned green, the van sped away. Jaquan was behind the van. In the high beam light, he saw a girl's face pressing against the rear window of the van ahead of him. When he drove closer, he found that it was a poster.

He rubbed the place between his eyebrows, thinking he was so tired recently that he had an illusion.

He didn't know that the girl on the van was beating at the window with tears in her eyes, but she was fiercely slapped by a burly man and passed out.