Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 471

Randy was shocked. He also whispered in Carl's ear, "How did you see it?"

Carl blinked at him meaningfully and smiled without speaking.

Randy felt speechless.

'Sometimes, I don't know if my disposition is inherited from my parents or this old man.'

Since the team members were all boys with good appetites, apart from four portions of bone soup, Randy ordered eight more dishes, which were sweet and glutinous.

As soon as the dishes were served, the team members understood that those dishes were ordered for Lord Top.

Usually, when Carl ate, his assistant was always aside to serve him. But this time, the assistant sat beside him. Since it was not the assistant's turn to serve Carl, Randy placed some soup in front of Carl. Then he found a straw and handed it to Carl, "Have a taste."

This was the first time Carl had received such treatment from his grandson. Thus, he happily accepted it. Just as his mouth approached the straw and hadn't taken a sip, he said, "Yummy!"

"You haven't drunk it yet," Randy said so, but there was a smile on his face.

Carl patted Randy's face, "My Rand looks better when he smiles."

'Odd.'

'I hate Carl or others calling me Rand, especially in public.' However, while the members were stifling their laughs, Randy said generously, "It is the nickname my grandfather gives me. Does it sound good?"

"That sounds good!" The team members were very supportive and some of them even took the lead in applauding.

Randy's gaze swept over to Lord Top. She was also smiling. That smile inexplicably appeased his heart that had been uneasy for a while.

He turned his head to Carl's ear and whispered again, "What do you think of her? How about I marry her?"

Carl also lowered his voice, "Really? Will she fall for you?"

Randy was lost for words.

'This old man is really mischievous.'

After dinner, Randy went to the bathroom and planned to pay the bill. However, he saw Lord Top standing at the cashier desk paying.

"Why are you paying?" Randy asked.

Lord Top lowered her head and saw that Randy's right hand was still wrapped in gauze. Her voice carried a hint of bashfulness, "Sorry for your injury. I was thinking about treating you to a meal alone before."

Randy raised his right hand and said, "It's fine, just a small injury."