Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1318 - Chapter 1318 Chapter 1290 This Matter Must Be Completely

Chapter 1318: Chapter 1290 This Matter Must Be Completely Transparent Chapter 1318: Chapter 1290 This Matter Must Be Completely Transparent Some people always think they’re so clever, clever enough to predict everything that happens, just like Zoel Cohen.

Just minutes ago, he was swearing up and down to Aka that Emma Clark would definitely not wake up at this time, that he would carry Aka back stealthily, ensuring that no one would be the wiser.

Don’t ask why Aka was wrapped in a blanket, because her clothes were shredded.

And don’t ask why she didn’t walk back by herself, because…

Well, it’s a long story.

In any case, just when Zoel Cohen and Aka had sobered up and decided to break up after daybreak, to forget whatever happened last night, and to sneak back unnoticed and then go their separate ways in life, Mrs. Kiara, who never got up early, caught them red-handed right in Aka’s room.

Aka shrunk her head under the blanket, and Zoel Cohen was extremely embarrassed, too. Kiara should have been the one rightly asking why with confidence because she stumbled upon the truth. However, affected by the embarrassed expressions of the two, Senna also felt awkward.

If the situation were like before, it would’ve been okay; she wasn’t close to Aka, and Zoel Cohen, as a friend of hers, was involved with that young woman. She could have just looked the other way, but Aka was now the confidant of her “Master” who might as well be called daddy, and also part of her own direct lineage. Having someone from her lineage sleep under her own roof, what was she supposed to do…

Everyone was racking their brains trying to figure out what to say first. Zoel Cohen and Kiara, the mental twins, still hadn’t reacted when Aka suddenly uttered a godsend from under the blankets.

“Forget everything you saw; this is all just a dream…”

Kiara was indeed cooperative, stretching out her hand forward and posing as a sleepwalking baby doll, pretending to be hypnotized by this worthless hypnotic trick. She took a few steps forward, murmuring as she went.

“Right, I’m sleepwalking…”

After two steps, Kiara lowered her hand and crossed her arms, reclaiming her domineering persona. With a challenging look in her eyes, she asked.

“Do you two take me for a fool?”

“It’s her who’s taking you for a fool, not me,” Zoel Cohen said, seeing that things had come to this point. He simply stepped past Kiara, carrying Aka into the bathroom to place her in the bathtub.

“Soaking for a bit will make it better.”

Then he walked out and gestured to Kiara.

“Let’s talk outside.”

When Aka heard the silence outside, it must mean Mrs. Kiara was with hemorrhoids… No, one shouldn’t call her that, she had personally seen that there was none!

Alright, that’s not the point; what should be done now is the question.

Aka really couldn’t remain calm enough to take a bath, her insides were scratching with curiosity. She wanted to hear what the two outside were saying, so she got dressed and went out.

Kiara and Zoel Cohen were talking in the living room of the suite, and the door was ajar. Aka intended to push the door open and enter, but she stopped in her tracks when she heard their conversation.

“Speak up, what were you thinking, daring to touch my person?”

“How would I know what happened… She suddenly came to my place last night, and then I just–” Zoel Cohen didn’t know what came over him. He only meant to stop her from telling him things that would break him, yet somehow, that led to him doing that to her.

Aka felt her heart sink when she heard him say that.

She hadn’t planned to cling to him, and besides, they had decided upon waking up to act as if nothing had happened. But his tone of voice made Aka feel deeply frustrated.

“Ha, what a way to shift the blame! So, because she ran to your place, that’s your reason for making a move? By that logic, why don’t you rob a bank? The bank’s doors are open to you every day, with all that money sitting inside; isn’t that tempting you to make a mistake too? Trash is trash, and you even dare to push the blame onto someone else?”

Kiara certainly did not pamper him because their relationship was good; she spoke sharply and went straight to the point.

“This is not the same thing at all! Emma Clark, don’t lead the conversation and twist my words!”

“Am I twisting your words? I’ll just ask you this, wasn’t it you who slept with her?”

“Yes!”

“Good, let’s not beat around the bush then. You slept with my person, how do you plan to handle this? She’s my… that, apprentice, she’s like my sister. I don’t care about other things, but you must give me an explanation for this.”

Kiara was just that kind of person, she would never ignore something that happened on her turf.

Besides, it was partly her fault that Aka ended up in Zoel Cohen’s room last night. If it hadn’t been for Mario Yuno, that little bastard, running over, Aka wouldn’t have snuck out at night. Of course, Mario Yuno acted that way because Aka foolishly signaled Third Senior Brother, which led him to drug her drink, but Aka did that because Kiara started teasing her…

It was like a game of Greedy Snake, a tangle of rights and wrongs, causes and effects that couldn’t be severed or sorted out anymore. It was unclear whose responsibility it was, but Kiara knew she and Camden both bore inescapable responsibility for this incident.

But no matter what, something had happened, and there had to be an outcome.

Zoel Cohen was silent, Kiara waited.

She could see that Zoel Cohen was seriously thinking, which was a clear signal.

Zoel Cohen was definitely not without interest.

After all, Mr. Zoel had slept with plenty of girls, the fact that he didn’t outright refuse and was instead contemplating seriously meant there was hope.

Waiting was a lengthy process, though it had only been a minute, it was tormenting for everyone inside and outside the room.

Finally, Zoel Cohen spoke up.

“Actually–”

“Enough, what are you doing?” Aka burst into the room, glanced at Zoel Cohen, and then seriously said to Kiara.

“Thank you, Mrs. Kiara, but I don’t need you to stand up for me. I drank too much last night, I’m responsible for my actions. After all, it’s not a big deal, let’s just forget it happened.”

The more she talked, the darker Zoel Cohen’s face became, and Kiara saw the reactions of both.

“Oh? It’s not a big deal?” Kiara asked.

“It really isn’t a big deal. It’s just stumbling into the wrong room and drinking too much, what’s so great about that? Don’t force him to make a statement, nowadays nobody is a disadvantaged group, we’re all adults. Who’s playing whom isn’t really certain.”

Zoel Cohen was actually quite familiar with this sort dialogue.

In the past, Mr. Zoel had been with countless women, usually flicking ash from his cigarette as he handed out money to shake off the women who clung to him; now the roles were reversed. Aka’s forthright words were carefree and clear, without dragging things out, but they made Zoel Cohen seem like the desperate one.

“You don’t need me to stand up for justice?” Kiara, seeing Zoel Cohen’s dark expression, thought to herself with big letters in her mind: Serves you right!

What goes around, comes around in this world of give and take!

“Stand up for what justice? I might as well say I was walking down the street and got bitten by a dog. Hey, man, don’t be angry, I’m not calling you a dog… wait a sec, let me organize my words. Right, the thing is, I first stepped into the dog’s territory and stepped on its tail, and then got bitten. Granted, the dog is despicable, but am I completely blameless? So let’s just drop it and neither of us should point fingers!”

Aka felt she articulated that very skillfully, not only simplifying a complex issue but also adding style with a self-critical approach. Isn’t that particularly straightforward?

Indeed it was straightforward, so much so that Mr. Zoel was about to blow his top.