Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1046 - Chapter 1046 Chapter 1019 You Cant Just Ditch Jojo and Leave

Chapter 1046: Chapter 1019: You Can’t Just Ditch Jojo and Leave Chapter 1046: Chapter 1019: You Can’t Just Ditch Jojo and Leave Jojo had been out for quite some time.

Long enough for Kiara to finish off a bottle of beer, and for Tiara Stone and Jenny Bailey to climb out of the water, and he still hadn’t come back.

Jenny Bailey’s cheeks were flushed, elated by those plans she plotted with Tiara Stone in the water.

The comic series based on her and Jojo as prototypes filled Jenny Bailey with immense anticipation.

Just thinking about it seemed so romantic, the best thing she could imagine, the perfect way to capture this hard-won affection in images, to look back on when they were old and be filled with happy memories, she supposed.

Finally, Jojo arrived, fashionably late.

With one hand in his pocket, he looked as casual as usual, rakish, but somehow, sunglasses had appeared on his nose, giving him a cool air.

Tiara Stone gave Jenny Bailey an encouraging look: go for it, girl, I believe in you!

Kiara also sat up, munching on watermelon while she watched the pair, thinking that, according to Mrs. Kiara’s experience, a new couple might be forming, and she needed to witness this historical moment–after spending so much time with women from the Old Yates Family, it was hard not to have an affinity for gossip.

“Jojo! I have something to tell you!” Jenny Bailey saw Jojo’s return, her passion rising, and decided to seize the opportunity, to be the one to confess her feelings.

“Oh, what is it?” Jojo’s tone was indifferent, and Kiara’s brows imperceptibly furrowed, she alone sensing something amiss.

Tiara Stone and Jenny Bailey were too caught up in their excitement to notice Jojo’s aloof response; taking a deep breath, Jenny gathered her courage and said,

“Can we date? I really like you!”

Oh no, she said it–her face was burning with heat, her heart so stirred, she had finally taken the step.

Tiara Stone clenched the shredded paper confetti in his palm, waiting for Jojo to ruefully say how Jenny Bailey had beaten him to the confession, of course, he would be willing, willing, or more than willing! And then Tiara Stone could scatter the confetti to create a romantic atmosphere, perfect!

Only Kiara watched Jojo silently, his eyes hidden by the sunglasses, unable to see his gaze, but an uncomfortable sentiment enveloped Kiara–why did she have a bad premonition?

Having spoken, Jenny Bailey looked expectantly at Jojo, ready to begin a new romance.

“No,” Jojo replied after a long silence, merely stating it.

As soon as he spoke, the joyful atmosphere solidified, Tiara Stone’s hand frozen mid-air, ready to scatter confetti, and Jenny Bailey’s shy smile stiffened on her face, while Kiara maintained her usual composure, her eyes deepening.

“You said… what?” Jenny Bailey thought she had misheard.

Tiara Stone was also stunned, then he understood. What was this? Jojo must have thought that Jenny Bailey stole his chance to confess, hence his refusal, and what should follow was Jojo’s own confession, right? Geez, he felt like saying, brother, can you drop the straight-guy act? Whoever confesses doesn’t matter, isn’t being happy together what counts?

“I really appreciate your liking for me, but feelings… they can’t be forced,” Jojo’s last words sounded calm, but Kiara, as an authoritative figure, detected the restraint used in them.

The expression of lifelessness and indifference actually seemed quite similar.

“Can’t be forced? Do you think liking me is a strained affair?” Jenny Bailey was deeply hurt.

Had these days all been one-sided on her part?

Could all that understanding, all that affection, all that consideration, have been nothing but her own wishful thinking?

“I’m not a complete person, not a man nor a woman, I am the third kind of person in this world.” Jojo looked out at the sea, thinking about what he had overheard by chance, and what he had uncovered by himself, he had no choice but to force himself to accept this reality.

Seagulls flew leisurely above the ocean, and Jojo envied them.

If only people could be as free as animals, that would be wonderful.

If there were no ties that bind, that would be wonderful.

“I don’t care! Jojo, haven’t we talked about this before? We shouldn’t care about these things. As long as our hearts are connected, can’t we just work hard to overcome them? It’s what you told me, that as long as we don’t harm others, we have the right to live in society, you taught me all this!”

Jenny Bailey couldn’t believe Jojo’s sudden change, and she was even less able to accept that her own feelings might be one-sided.

Yes, the current society didn’t accept them, even saw them as diseased, but she had always tried to live her life, to be a person who contributes to society in her own way, she believed she deserved happiness.

“Times have changed, nobody should take anyone too seriously, no one is a savior to another, they’re just words said to placate a girl when you’re lonely, if you take it seriously, you lose. I’m just a scumbag.”

Jojo spoke these words calmly, restraining the impulse to wipe her tears, to hug her, casually turning away.

“Forget about me, just think of it as a lonely game. You have better options, Jenny Bailey… goodbye.”

Jenny Bailey watched him walk away nonchalantly, feeling the world turn from sound to silence, from color to black and white. Everything happened so suddenly, her brain had lost the power to think.

Observing from the side, Tiara Stone had her scrap of paper fall in shock onto the sand.

She reflexively wanted to call out to Jojo, to ask what on earth was happening.

But a hand on her shoulder, exerting a slight force, stopped Tiara Stone.

Kiara, having stood up at some point, looked blankly at Tiara Stone. Kiara shook her head slightly, signaling her not to chase him, then nodded her chin towards the heartbroken Jenny Bailey, to hint that Tiara Stone should console her.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Kiara was looking in the direction Jojo had left, her shrewd brain rapidly calculating.

In the twenty minutes since Jojo left, something had definitely happened. Whatever the truth was, Mrs. Kiara could guess that it must be something brutal.

“Nephew, it’s time for your medicine.” Jojo Cousin handed water and pills to Jojo Father lying in the hospital bed.

“Have we settled on this project?” Jojo Father sat up, asking about work with rekindled energy.

“It’s not confirmed yet–Nephew, you’re about to have surgery; don’t worry about the company. Just focus on getting better.”

“If only Jojo could come back… I’ve got late-stage illness, I won’t last a few more years, and even surgery is just clutching at straws. Last time I saw Jojo, she was so capable, had what it takes for business. If she comes back, takes over the company, and finds me a son-in-law to join the family… I’d rest easy when I pass away.”

As death approaches, we often summarize our lives.

Jojo Father hadn’t treated Jojo kindly in the past; he favored boys over girls, he hurt his own daughter, causing her to have Gender Identity Disorder. Now, at life’s critical moment, his biggest concern remained Jojo, his only blood.

“Walk out your claw, you got me into this mess, and you think you can just leave?”

With that rascally voice, the door opened, and Jojo stood at the entrance, carrying a bag of food, her face full of disdain.