Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1023 - Chapter 1023 Chapter 996 A Strange Light Flashes in Director

Chapter 1023: Chapter 996: A Strange Light Flashes in Director Qian’s Eyes Chapter 1023: Chapter 996: A Strange Light Flashes in Director Qian’s Eyes Kiara saw someone coming from afar and didn’t stop what she was doing; she had to appear helpful if she was to help at all.

“Tonight we probably won’t have to go on gnawing on plain steamed buns without any dishes; I saw the Cooking Squad hauled a pig over and they were about to butcher it. I bet by the time the fire is out tonight, they will replenish everyone’s strength–maybe they’ll even make Braised Pork–God! What have you done!” Patrick turned around, and the sight of Kiara’s actions made his hair stand on end.

He quickly pushed Kiara aside.

Kiara, holding a bag of flour, looked innocent.

“I’m just pouring the flour.”

“Sister! You poured a whole bag of alkaline flour, and oh my, you even mixed it with half of the regular flour! You were mixing it for so long!”

If Patrick hadn’t noticed it, everyone might not have had Braised Pork tonight, and they probably wouldn’t even have steamed buns to eat; that stuff turned into buns would have knocked everyone out.

“Ah? Who uses this stuff instead of baking powder to make steamed buns these days?” Kiara was still puzzled why the texture felt wrong; it turns out this wasn’t flour after all, and she had poured… quite a bit.

“You still talk back after making a mistake! Go, go stand over there!” Patrick chased Kiara away, and when he saw the pile of “incriminating evidence” she had created, he felt a headache coming on.

He quickly waved over other team members, “Oliver Moss, go hold the Cooking Squad people off for me. You two, hurry and help me destroy the evidence! We definitely can’t let the Squad see this stuff; otherwise, it would ruin our team’s reputation.”

If they let people see that they couldn’t even make steamed buns correctly, they wouldn’t be taken along for tasks like this anymore.

Kiara knew she was at fault and quickly joined in to dig a hole and bury the mess she had made.

“Emma Clark, are you even a woman? Do you do nothing around the house? Look at Vice President Yuno, whom you were supposed to take care of; he has become so thin. You’re the first person I’ve seen who can’t tell the difference between grains.”

Patrick complained while burying the flour Kiara had messed up.

“He’s not thin at all; he’s all muscle… Besides, even if he’s thin, it’s not because I fed him.” Kiara thought, isn’t it Mario Yuno who cooks at home?

“Stay on the side and don’t be in the way, Emma Clark. Don’t you know how to cook?” Patrick looked at Kiara suspiciously, and the more he looked, the less she seemed like someone who could cook. She had tried to blend in with their virtuous team by pretending to know how to cook, hoping to get by without being noticed!

“Cough, cough!” Kiara coughed guiltily. It was a miracle she hadn’t made things explode already; they shouldn’t expect too much from her.

“Really, I wonder how a woman like you ever got married. Step aside and watch me do it.” Patrick went back to show her how to properly handle the flour, his movements quite skilled.

Kiara nodded.

“Alright, not bad, I won’t argue with you. You’re virtuous; you can get married now.”

“Of course I can–wait a minute, why would I want to get married!” Patrick’s pride flared up again.

The rest of the team listened to Kiara and Patrick bickering while they worked, and one person poked another’s arm in their pair, “See that? Dr. Clark and the Team Leader didn’t come here for nothing, they’re building a friendship.”

“Exactly, their everyday bickering is really heartwarming.”

The group was enjoying themselves when suddenly there was a commotion up front; a group of people was approaching.

Kiara squinted her eyes; she had seen people heading this way just now, and now that they were closer, it seemed they were indeed heading toward their direction. Could it be–

An opportunity to avenge her Aunt had arrived?

If she weren’t mistaken, the people being brought over were those who had witnessed a death on the bus and done nothing.

Kiara haphazardly wiped her hands, possibly laden with alkaline powder rather than flour, on her clothes, her eyes gleaming.

She had found her chance.

“What are you up to?” Patrick saw that something was off with her and hurriedly asked.

“See those guys?” Kiara jutted her chin forward, indicating the police leading the group towards them.

“Which ones?”

Kiara pointed them out to him.

“Just those, those with faces so cowardly it’s downright shameful–”

“Hey, why are you talking about the people like that?” Patrick still remembered their mission!

“If you knew what they did, would you still talk like that?”

About a minute’s distance away, Kiara whispered a brief account of how these people had cowardly refused to help when it mattered.

The members of the Psychological Interference Group unanimously spat, “Disgraceful! Cowardly!”

A bunch of Gentlemen White had all turned into shrinking turtles in the face of evil, too scared to speak out against the bad guys, but brave enough to pressure Amelia, who’d acted bravely. It was utterly disgraceful!

Thinking this way, everyone understood why Kiara had spoken about these people that way.

They had already brought the people over while talking.

“Hello, we would like to ask the female celebrity who acted heroically just now to come out and help us with gathering evidence for our investigation.”

“She’s already left for the Hospital to seek medical attention. We still have two people from the car back then, the Driver and another female passenger. After our people rescued them, we had them wait here for you guys, because the other party was a little disturbed, so we conducted a simple psychological therapy on them,” Kiara replied.

“You are–” He looked at them dubiously; why were these people in the Cooking Squad, tending fires and cooking meals?

Patrick saluted respectfully.

“Hello, we are from the Psychological Interference Group. May I ask if these people behind you were passengers in the same vehicle?”

“We suspect they were.”

“We weren’t!” the people hurriedly denied.

They had spotted them halfway up the mountain and, seeing their clothes didn’t match those of the locals, had asked where they were from. The suspects couldn’t give clear answers, claiming one moment to have been on the vehicle and the next denying it, seemingly reluctant to discuss the situation for fear of retaliation by the criminals. With no other option, they had brought them back, planning to interrogate them later.

All these men were together, likely scared of revenge and therefore unwilling to talk. Considering how things had turned out, the group inwardly spat in contempt.

“I see, they must be suffering from a Mood Disorder then. How about we give these folks some on-the-spot treatment?” There was a calculating glint in Kiara’s eyes.

“Won’t it bother you?” If they could find someone to corroborate the evidence, it would be great. They’d been searching for so long and hadn’t found the Suspect yet, so they had to look for clues from eyewitnesses at the scene.

“Doctor, save us! We’re too shocked, we don’t know anything. These people insist we testify, but we’ve forgotten everything!” Someone took the lead in shouting this, and the others quickly agreed–yes, they knew nothing.

They didn’t really know what Psychologists do, probably just talk to people, chat for a bit. As long as they firmly refused to testify, the Doctor wouldn’t trouble them… right?

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you receive the treatment you deserve.”

Kiara’s smile was Buddha-like, but her snow-white teeth gleamed ominously in the setting sun, and a strange light flickered in her eyes.

I’ll play you to death!