Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1316 - Chapter 1316 Chapter 1288 Cant Enjoy Seafood Anymore (Fourth

Chapter 1316: Chapter 1288: Can’t Enjoy Seafood Anymore (Fourth Update) Chapter 1316: Chapter 1288: Can’t Enjoy Seafood Anymore (Fourth Update) Mario Yuno entered the bathroom, ready to strip and shower when his phone rang.

It was a text message, from Spencer Tatum.

What could Third Senior Brother want at this hour?

The message was odd, just a few words.

“Three Drunkenness should take effect now, resolved in three times.”

What? Mario Yuno was about to call and ask what was going on when he felt something amiss, what was…?!

Kiara was waiting for him to finish his shower so they could chat, not thinking that with such a silly act she’d forget the upset from his previous fits of jealousy.

Spending any amount of money on a gift for him wouldn’t bother her, but she had zero tolerance for his constant, unwarranted jealousy.

Once, twice, but not a third time, if she couldn’t straighten him out on this matter, wouldn’t they end up fighting for no reason later on?

Kiara was pondering how to start this conversation when she saw Mario Yuno come out of the bathroom, his complexion off. “What’s wrong? Do you feel bad?” Kiara immediately got up, wanting to check his temperature. Why did he look like he had a fever?

Seeing him in discomfort, she instantly pushed the thought of their conversation aside.

In the face of emergency, all minor conflicts between spouses must stand aside.

Such a high-class hotel should be prepared with a first-aid kit. Kiara was ready to go out and ask a server for one, but Mario Yuno stopped her with his hand.

“Don’t go, it’s not that.”

“If you’re not feeling unwell, why is your face so red?”

“You should ask your Third Senior Brother about that.”

Anyway, Camden Yuno overcame all obstacles, managing to deal with the effect of the medicine with difficulty.

While they dealt with that, Emma couldn’t sleep.

Her unintended act had led Third Senior Brother to think there was a problem in Camden and Mrs. Kiara’s intimate life; now her sleepless night was the consequence.

She just knew it, there was no peace next door late at night!

If it wasn’t a haunting, what they were up to was obvious.

So, Emma bit her blanket in frustration, what the hell was this? How could they bully her like that?

Then Emma mustered all her will, but as she pushed the door, she realized Mario Yuno had locked it from the outside…

He probably did it to tease Kiara, worried Emma would disturb them. Now they seemed set for a night of sleeplessness and Emma certainly didn’t want to listen in.

True, she used to love eavesdropping, but now she was considered a direct member by Mrs. Kiara, how could she betray that friendship?–Okay, those were just excuses, the only reason was, she didn’t want to be retaliated against by that petty couple!

Handling the formidable Mrs. Kiara was hard enough, let alone Brother Singh…

Emma wasn’t naive enough to think that Mario Yuno would be gentler with anyone other than Kiara. That guy was tough.

So Emma’s eyes scanned around and settled on the window.

It was from more than twenty floors up…

The balcony chair next door was still rocking, and Emma put on a woeful face. She took out the climbing tool she used when she was a special agent, outfitted herself, and used all her unique skills to avoid the couple’s activity, feeling aggrieved, sob sob sob!

She opened the window, secured her hook, and gracefully leaped out.

The hotel’s outer wall had only a palm-width decorative groove. Emma, relying on her high-tech gadgets, moved sideways like a little crab, the evening breeze carrying traces of intoxication. With the hangover not yet dispersed, it seemed a melody wafted through her mind:

Who says it’s Gecko Stroll, I’ve created a unique dance move!

It’s a smack-smack walking gecko!

Emma, how apt is this song for the moment, am I not just the gecko chased away by that couple?

Emma complained while under the influence and moved with effort.

The hotel was too grand, its external wall exceptionally long, and reaching the end at this pace would be a task. Spotting an open window ahead, she felt a surge of joy.

Emma moved to the room with the open window, noting the darkness inside, guessing the guests must be asleep. Unable to discern who the room belonged to in the pitch dark, she flipped in, noting the layout was somewhat similar to where she just stayed.

And something felt familiar…

If she hadn’t had so much to drink, Emma’s professional instincts would have identified it immediately. Blame the alcohol for slowing her down. She wanted to quickly exit and get another room downstairs.

Just as she was about to find the door, suddenly a nearby door opened, and a figure emerged amidst billowing steam, eyes closed.

Emma retracted her neck in fright, ready to find something to cover herself, thankful that no lights were on, in the dark blindness–

Click, a circle of living room lights turned on. Though not very bright, it was enough for two people less than 3 meters apart to clearly see each other.

Zoel Cohen, freshly bathed, stared incredulously at the unknown bundle before him. Was he hallucinating? How could Little Baldy appear in his room?

“Ah!!!” Emma screamed!

Zoel’s irritation flared up from her shout,”You Little Baldy! I haven’t even asked what you’re doing in my room in the middle of the night, and you scream?!”