Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1145 - Chapter 1145 Chapter 1117 What Kind of Luck is This (Update

Chapter 1145: Chapter 1117: What Kind of Luck is This? (Update for 3200+ Monthly Tickets) Chapter 1145: Chapter 1117: What Kind of Luck is This? (Update for 3200+ Monthly Tickets) “…Are you sure you don’t want to take this more seriously, Thomas?” Kiara already knew who he was from his slip of the tongue. Ah, coming from similar family backgrounds, her idiot Aruo was much more reliable than this guy.

The two of them were discussing the details of the upcoming event, and noticing it was about time, Thomas took out a prop from his pocket–a syringe, already filled with a mixture of milk and water. He planned to throw it on the ground later to create the appearance of being hyper after just having taken a drug. These details were all to make Mario Yuno believe even more in the reality of this operation.

Kiara knew she only had one chance. If she couldn’t handle Mario Yuno properly, she would certainly be left with a chronic problem. In a rush, she had thought of using Yuzo Joel’s Rebel Disciple to stage this act, fully aware that fooling Mario Yuno wouldn’t be easy. Now, everything depended on his feelings for her, hoping that his concern for her would cloud his judgment, just like she had been mindlessly chopping cabbage that morning.

“Here they come!” Hearing footsteps from outside, Thomas, entrusted with a significant task, immediately got into character, grabbed a knife, and prepared to take Kiara hostage, slipping into his role within moments, his belly full of artistic bacteria finally finding an outlet for expression.

But Kiara felt something was off.

“Wait, that’s not right!”

She dragged Thomas with her as they both dove behind the sacks in the warehouse.

These sacks were arranged in five rows, with the first row piled high against the wall, filled with sand. The last row wasn’t completely full, leaving a small gap where they crouched in the cramped space, and Kiara made a shushing gesture.

Thomas didn’t understand what was happening but was clever enough to keep quiet.

Kiara’s mind was quick. Who was Mario Yuno?

A character from the story, an idol to many.

If he came to rescue her, how could he possibly make such a loud noise? And it was too early according to the schedule; at the earliest, Mario Yuno’s men were supposed to arrive in a few minutes. Sensing that something was wrong, Kiara hid with Thomas, only hoping that the noise was from a group of people passing by who would leave once they were done.

But things did not go as she wished. The footsteps and voices grew closer, and then someone pushed the door open and entered.

“Ghio, did you check this place out carefully? Are you sure there’s no one here?” a voice asked.

“Geoffrey Cannon, rest easy, I scoped out this place a week in advance; there’s definitely no problem!”

Kiara rolled her eyes. What the hell!

What kind of luck was this!

When she had been tasked with finding a location, she had entrusted the decision to her superiors. Who would have thought they’d end up picking a place that was usually deserted but so secluded that it attracted other nefarious characters?

This luck was simply…

Kiara signaled for Thomas to hand her his phone so she could send a message informing the others that the situation had changed, but Thomas blinked innocently–his phone… He had thrown it to the side after finishing a call, and Kiara had dragged him into the warehouse so hastily that he didn’t bring it with him.

That was just the beginning of their bad luck. Worse still, more and more people poured into the warehouse. Hidden behind the sacks, Kiara couldn’t see exactly how many, but the echoing footsteps in the empty space told her there were many people.

It was all over now, completely over.

Why did she have to encounter this of all things?

She hoped it wasn’t some illegal deal. If that were the case, Mario Yuno’s men would certainly not stand by idly. If a battle broke out, it wouldn’t even get to Mario Yuno to fire a shot. Wouldn’t all her planning be in vain then?

There were too many people outside. With only the idiot Thomas by her side, there was no way the two of them could break out. Kiara wasn’t worried that she would be in danger, she was worried that Mario Yuno’s treatment would never have a chance.

Right now, she couldn’t afford to think too much; she also wanted to know what these people were here for.

“Geoffrey Cannon, take a look at this stuff, it’s surely top-notch. We risked being discovered by the villagers to steal it from the shrine, the most valuable being this Buddha statue containing the remains of our ancestor. He’s rumored to have become a Buddha. Once we sell it outside, it’ll fetch a huge price.”

Kiara thought she had hit the jackpot, how could she run into this?

The people outside were heartless, daring to steal even the ancestral tablets for money; they truly weren’t afraid of retribution.

“Where is the stuff?” Geoffrey Cannon asked.

“I was afraid someone would see it, so I hid it behind here three days ago. Look, it’s behind this pile of sand. I buried it in the sand; anyone looking would only see a bag of sand.”

Kiara realized that this was too much of a coincidence.

Unluckily hiding out here, no wonder she felt something was off under her feet. Could it be that she was stepping on their ancestors?

Not surprisingly, while the front of the sandpile was full, the back was left with such a large space–it was just a hiding spot for the stolen goods!

Seeing these people were about to come over, Thomas became anxious. He had finally gained such a precious opportunity from his dad, and if he messed it up, wouldn’t his dad look down on him even more?

He kept pushing Kiara back and, without a word, signaled her to be quiet, then rushed out!

Kiara didn’t expect this clumsy guy to be so spirited. Was he rushing out to fight these people to protect himself?

Before Kiara could feel touched, she heard something hitting the ground, then Thomas chanted a Buddhist incantation.

“You unfilial descendants, how dare you steal from your own ancestor? Kneel down!”

Underpants!

A bolt of lightning struck Kiara’s heart, and she felt scorched inside and out.

This guy… was he trying to pretend to be a ghost and impersonate the ancestor’s spirit?!

Such a bizarre strategy, how did he come up with that?!

“I am your forefather. In olden times, I cultivated diligently and finally achieved enlightenment hoping to be enshrined in the family temple to bless our clan with eternal prosperity. Who would have thought you unworthy descendants would commit such behavior? You even dare to sell your forefather?” Thomas sat cross-legged, speaking convincingly.

The people outside were petrified for a few seconds.

Geoffrey Cannon didn’t understand what was going on. Dealing in antiques had introduced him to many supernatural tales, but those were just stories no one had actually seen. This sudden act was quite unsettling.

Ghidora Cannon quietly nudged the dumbfounded Ghio, asking in a low voice, “Why doesn’t your forefather speak with your local dialect? Why does he sound like he’s from Beijing?”

Upon hearing this, Kiara rolled her eyes. The guy had grown up at the capital’s root; he would be odd if he didn’t have a Beijing accent!

“I don’t know either… Oh my, the forefather is showing his spirit…” Ghio was initially trembling with fear, intimidated by the sight of Thomas sitting cross-legged in front of him. Selling the goods when suddenly this thing popped up would scare anyone.

But the fear lasted less than three seconds before everyone came to their senses.

Why was the ancestor wearing modern clothes?

Ghio also caught on, “Wait, I remember our family temple’s ancestor being a female bodhisattva…”

“Uh…” Thomas realized he had slipped up, and all his artistic bacteria were mercilessly extinguished. He suddenly pointed at the ceiling and shouted.

“Quick, look, isn’t that a Tiger?”