Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1405 - Chapter 1405 Chapter 1377 The Mischievous Child Emma Clark

Chapter 1405: Chapter 1377: The Mischievous Child Emma Clark (Thanks to sofya for the He’s Bi and more) Chapter 1405: Chapter 1377: The Mischievous Child Emma Clark (Thanks to sofya for the He’s Bi and more) All industries have their own rules, even those shady underground sectors.

Edward Farmbright and Kiara would definitely not leak information, and Yuzo Joel wouldn’t take the initiative to do such things either.

but…!

Sharing a video of your not-so-likable son-in-law getting verbally thrashed by your daughter in a competition, there’s nothing wrong with that, right?

As for whether Mario Yuno could spot the problem amidst these people, that was up to him.

Yuzo Joel did Mario Yuno a huge favor by including in the security team footage a wanted international fugitive he was planning to capture at a meeting. Although the footage wasn’t very clear, Mario Yuno recognized him instantly!

“Old man, how come you’re helping me out this big time?”

“How is Wendy’s illness?” Instead of a direct answer, Yuzo Joel countered with a question.

“The fever rash is almost healed.”

“Don’t always be busy with work. Take some time to spend with your family, too.”

“…Was it you who arranged for my trip to be cut short and called back?”

“I don’t have that much power, nor would I interfere with your internal affairs. I was just spur of the moment today, inspired by Kiara’s perspective.”

Since his daughter was willing to think positively about everything, he was also willing to give a push and double the happiness.

Having such a resourceful father-in-law, Mario Yuno didn’t know how to express his feelings. If the old man didn’t compete with him for his daughter-in-law, actually…

There was also a bit of cuteness in him.

Mario Yuno, seeing that his target had been located, prepared to stand up and return to the workplace to arrange the follow-up actions, but Yuzo Joel stopped him.

“Won’t you stay and continue to watch Kiara’s performance? Your target isn’t going anywhere, I guarantee. The way she’s going to verbally take down others is going to be quite a show.”

…

Kiara on the other hand didn’t know that her husband had already connected with her dad. They were observing her reaction.

After chatting with her dad over two servings of ice cream, the treatment had been halfway completed before she returned.

“Did you get constipated or something? You took so long,” Edward Farmbright said lazily.

“Girls always take a little longer,” Kiara said, reaching to push her glasses up before realizing she wasn’t wearing any.

“God forbid you get hemorrhoids,” Edward Farmbright said a bit viciously.

After saying that, he felt as though there was a killing intent in the air.

He looked around suspiciously but didn’t spot anything unusual; maybe he was overthinking it.

The Island Nation scholar sitting to his left, who had been taking notes all this time, thought these two were discussing academic topics in Mandarin and couldn’t help but listen with respect, eager to hear if the revered Junior Leader from the mysterious Seven-Acre Farm had any profound insights during this public appearance.

“May you also get cured of gonorrhea soon,” Kiara retorted without giving in, and even more viciously, she said it in Japanese…

The Island Nation scholar understood only that one line, stared with bulging eyes, and then looked at Edward Farmbright with a newfound, indescribable depth.

“You little brat…” Edward Farmbright was so angry he practically gnashed his teeth. Kiara, unnoticed, flicked him off. It served him right for being mean first.

The siblings bickered for a while, and then Kiara glanced over and saw the treatment hadn’t finished yet.

Even worse, Akatenango had already identified the patient’s medical issue as likely related to being molested by a relative during childhood. Using some skill, Akatenango had coerced the young woman into revealing those details without knowing. Kiara saw the bastards around her smirking with satisfaction, and she overheard their callous discussions.

Finally, Mrs. Kiara’s patience reached its limit; even without Dad instigating from behind, she couldn’t hold herself back from taking action any longer!

“How much can she earn from all this?” Kiara asked Edward Farmbright.

“Hmm, about 500,000 US dollars. This is based on our respective points, and if I win I’ll get 1,000,000. Does anyone think my Senior Brother is pretty awesome?”

“How much would I get if I participated?”

“1,000… US dollars?” Edward Farmbright wasn’t too sure either.

“Why so little?” Kiara was displeased, the one playing people like monkeys up there is worth 500,000, and she’s only worth 1,000?

“I’ve already said it’s based on points. These underground fights all have points. Win a fight and gain a point. Payments are given according to the ranking, so that’s why I said, if the Old Man came he’d really strike it rich.”

All this involves a chain of interests; the more people betting, the higher the payout. And not everyone can obtain the participation rights. If Kiara weren’t with the farmstead, with her current strength, it’d be impossible for her to get in.

“Is there any way to get more?” Kiara was particularly unsatisfied with the 1,000.

“What’s the matter, short on cash? If you’re short on cash, bet on me to win. Later on, drag the Fox Cat over too, bet a few times and you’ll become a wealthy woman.”

“Other than that?”

“Other than that, ah… not that there isn’t, wager your points in a head-to-head bet with her. That means you challenge her directly. The loser deducts points. This way, if more viewers come and get interested, there will be more bets, and you’ll get a bigger cut. But there’s a problem here, your points are zero; you don’t meet the requirement.”

“Can I borrow some points?” This was all taught by Dad; Senior Brother, don’t blame her.

“Theoretically, you can, but who would lend their points to someone else?”

In these competitions, everyone accumulates points bit by bit. This is related to the appearance fees. Moreover, in these spectating-focused competitions, you can’t use drugs or Implant Hypnosis, those unique techniques. Coupled with the unpredictability of patients’ conditions, winning or losing inherently carries certain risks. Every single point is precious.

After answering Kiara’s questions, Edward Farmbright suddenly had an ominous premonition. What was this girl planning to do?

At this moment, the video link on the screen ended. Akatenango’s image disappeared, and a set of data appeared on the screen.

Edward Farmbright explained to Kiara, “This association has an independent research organization that gives a comprehensive score based on treatment results and professional techniques used during treatments. Additionally, medical teams will carry out full examinations on that girl to observe any physiological index changes after the treatment. Akatenango is betting on the downside; the child’s test results must be worse than before treatment in order for her to score.”

While the tallying and inspection were in progress, Kiara suddenly stood up.

“I want to bet against her.”

The room fell silent, and Edward Farmbright internally screamed fire.

Look, I knew she’d pull a stunt!

Yuzo Joel and Mario Yuno, seeing this scene, made ready to record it in unison. Kiara was ready to take the world by storm; it’d be a shame not to capture such an exciting moment.

“Betting against each other?” someone from the consortium inquired.

Having watched so many matches, they hadn’t really encountered such a situation before.

“Yes, I want to bet one-on-one against Akatenango.”

“This… uh, Junior Leader of the Seven-Acre Farm, do you have any points?” The record-keeping scholar stood up, glanced at the documents in his hand – Kiara was brought in by Young Master Nong Thompson. Other than Junior Leader, not even a real name was documented.

Backgrounds are a mystery; without an introduction, one simply cannot gain entry.

“I don’t have points, but he does. Senior Brother, can you lend me some points?”

Edward Farmbright felt like spitting blood.

When did Emma Clark become such a troublemaker, daring to play with fire like this?