Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1015 - Chapter 1015 Chapter 988 Sleeping on Spears and Awaiting the

Chapter 1015: Chapter 988: Sleeping on Spears and Awaiting the Dawn (Thanks to kateliu for the silver reward +85 more chapters) Chapter 1015: Chapter 988: Sleeping on Spears and Awaiting the Dawn (Thanks to kateliu for the silver reward +85 more chapters) Facing provocation, Kiara responded with composure.

“You’ve got a piece of green onion stuck in your teeth, did you have pork and green onion dumplings this morning? No wonder your breath is so strong!”

Patrick reflexively began to lick his teeth, and upon hearing the muffled laughter of other team members behind him, he realized Kiara had tricked him and said, annoyed but embarrassed,

“I clearly had chive dumplings!”

“Hmm, just make sure you don’t fart during the discussion later, I’m afraid it’ll stink up the place.”

“Cough cough!” The other three almost choked laughing, watching Kiara banter with Patrick was truly a pleasure to behold first thing in the morning.

“I did indeed miss yesterday due to personal reasons, but this is the model data I’ve worked on, you can have a look, it might help push our work forward.”

Kiara handed over a document.

Patrick casually took it; he didn’t believe that someone with privileges could produce anything worthwhile, but once he saw it, he couldn’t look away.

He looked at Kiara with doubt, then at the data she had made, “Did you do this yourself?”

“I’m a privileged member, I had someone do it for me.”

The other members also took turns looking at it, professional work is instantly recognizable and it was indeed of very high quality. Oliver Moss praised, “You did this in just one night?”

If so, that was impressive. Big data tasks are very taxing on the brain and time-consuming to compile, not to mention they require a large accumulation of medical records. Even for them, it would take some effort; if Kiara did it in just one night, that was unbelievable.

“I worked on a bit of it the night before last. Yesterday, I was busy drinking all day and didn’t have time. When I got home, James Manfield nagged me so much I didn’t feel like writing. So I did some more this morning. It was a rush job, so it’s not particularly detailed.”

It was that good despite only working on it for such a brief period of time?!

The team members exchanged glances, beginning to understand why the higher-ups had sent Kiara as support–she was incredibly capable.

Still skeptical, Patrick said to Kiara, “Who knows if you did it yourself or if someone else did it for you. Don’t you go leaking our secrets.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not as dumb as you. Are you sure you want to waste time bickering? Aren’t we supposed to be doing a personality analysis today?”

They spent the morning in meetings, and before lunchtime arrived, Mario Yuno sent over boxed lunches. This wasn’t about exercising privilege; they were notified by the Research Institute Area that the team members could go there to attend an academic research meeting with the scientists, as the scheduled time had been moved forward. So, the team had their lunch early in order to head to the meeting in time.

After eating, Patrick handed Kiara her work badge.

“Once we’re over there, if you don’t understand something, don’t talk nonsense. Even though you’re not one of us, you’re still our external support and represent us, so don’t embarrass us, got it?”

The man was simply mean-spirited. Clearly, he was no longer as resistant to Kiara after seeing the data she had produced, but he still couldn’t help but speak harshly.

Kiara just took the work badge and replied indifferently, “Tomorrow, do you still want to eat Box ‘spit-coated’ by the privileged class? Is there someone at the Research Institute you despise so much that just hearing those three words makes you act like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, always ready to flare up?”

“You!” Patrick was so angered his face turned red but he couldn’t come up with a retort; indeed, there was an obnoxious guy over there, even more annoying than Emma Clark.

“Pfft!”

Patrick’s back was met with several neat laughs, and, enraged and embarrassed, he turned around to find the comedic duo looking skyward, as if it wasn’t them who had laughed.

Only Oliver Moss, Magic Flute, helplessly glanced at Patrick with a look that spoke of repeated defeats; unless Kiara tortured him to the point of doubting life itself, he would not turn back.

Everyone was ready to get on the vehicle when suddenly a special signal came from inside the base, indicating an emergency assembly.

Once Patrick heard this unusual signal, his face immediately turned serious. He called his team members to get off the vehicle and quickly run toward the courtyard.

Kiara felt a layer of uneasiness cloud her heart; she ran with Patrick and the others. Clearly slower than the rest, by the time she reached, the playground was already neatly filled with those properly dressed.

Just a few minutes earlier, when Kiara had passed this place, there hadn’t been so many people, but the moment the emergency assembly signal sounded, everyone instantly ran to gather, with some still rushing here urgently.

Kiara had known the term “Sleeping on Spears and Awaiting the Dawn” but only upon coming here had she realized how powerful those four words were; seeing it in person was truly shocking.

With people arriving so promptly, it had to be a significant incident.

“We’ve just received a notice from our superiors. A large forest fire has broken out in the mountain region 300 kilometers from our base. Our base will dispatch troops to assist the Forest Brigade in emergency rescue activities!”

The task was assigned briskly. In less than 2 minutes, the named teams were ready to set off; some details would be discussed on the road.

Kiara had always been curious about this place; they were the first to respond to natural disasters.

After handing out the assignments, the leader also quickly walked toward the vehicles.

“Leader, our Psychological Interference Group requests to take part in the rescue!” Patrick, whose name wasn’t called, chased after the leader with a quick run, and the others followed suit.

“No, if it were an earthquake or some other natural disaster, I would definitely let you go to provide comfort and psychological counseling. But this time it’s a forest fire, and it’s not appropriate for you to go,” the leader decisively refused.

“Leader, are you looking down on us? I’ve seen the medical team going; we want to participate in the rescue too! If no one needs psychological counseling, can we just take water guns and follow to put out the fire? We want to do something too!”

Patrick argued persistently; they had high educational backgrounds and received more benefits than ordinary people. Not being able to go at a time like this was truly unbearable.

They also harbored burning passions and heartfelt determination, wishing to make a greater impact.

“Ridiculous! Good steel should be put to the best use! Your expertise is not in rescue. Everyone is to stay put at the station and attend to their research, don’t come here causing a commotion!”

Every member of this group was a talent vigorously acquired by the upper echelons; he couldn’t afford to misuse them for such tasks. Should anything happen to anyone from this group, the consequences would be severe.

The members of the group were still unwilling to let go of the opportunity. Meanwhile, Kiara simply wanted to ask whether Mario Yuno and others would also be going.

The largest local private enterprise was undoubtedly Mrs. Yuno’s, and she was famously devoted to public causes. With such an incident, she certainly wouldn’t sit idly by.

If possible, Kiara would also like to go along; seeing things first-hand always provided some peace of mind.

As the members of the Psychological Interference Group felt they had no chance left, their leader received a phone call at that moment. After just one sentence, his expression changed, and Kiara could clearly sense the weight upon him.

“Yes, I understand.”

After hanging up the phone, the leader looked at Kiara, seeming to have something to say but stopping short.