Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 946 - Chapter 946 Chapter 919 Familiar Faces of Old Friends Return

Chapter 946: Chapter 919 Familiar Faces of Old Friends Return Chapter 946: Chapter 919 Familiar Faces of Old Friends Return Mario Yuno turned on the light, and Kiara squinted her eyes as she carefully read a certain line in the book.

“What’s up?”

“This book says that the subconscious’s influence on consciousness is 30,000 times stronger. I’ve heard this viewpoint before.”

It was, it seemed, in a past life.

“Pulling calves, right? 30,000 times? Who’s so bold as to write that?”

Kiara glanced at the author’s name on the cover, “Halley–it’s him.”

“Haha.” Camden laughed, thinking of a funny story.

“What are you laughing at?”

“I’m laughing at Halley’s name. Back in middle school, there was a kid with a stutter who couldn’t pronounce it right, always saying ‘Sea~ sea~ beaver!’ It sounded just like ‘sea beaver’.”

Kiara was amused by his mimicry, which was exceptionally funny, with rolled tongue, strange sounds, and drawn-out syllables.

“Halley is a very thoughtful psychiatrist. I think some of his ideas are quite innovative; it’s just–”

Kiara thought of her past life and couldn’t help but sigh.

Talented people might tend to die young. This person eventually committed suicide, reportedly over a love affair. Kiara had always wanted to meet him to exchange professional ideas, but unfortunately, they never met. She could only experience his thoughts and feelings through the books he wrote.

“Just what?” Camden was still waiting for the rest of her story.

“It’s nothing.” Kiara looked at him silently for a few seconds. After all, she could not speak of her past life; there was some regret.

Collecting her thoughts, Kiara considered the 30,000-times theory from the book, with a hint of sad colors in her eyes.

“Tiara Stone overcame those 30,000 times for me…”

In the struggle against the subconscious, how much must Tiara Stone have endured to successfully resist with her consciousness? It was a question both sad and yet comforting.

“Camden, what if I said I want to do something crazy, what would you do?”

“My dear…” Camden sighed, looking at her with a mix of helplessness and indulgence.

“When have you ever not been crazy… I mean, my dear, you always do what’s right!”

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Yuki Stone drove home, taking several hours on the highway, and it was already the middle of the night by the time she arrived.

Due to the late hour, she didn’t encounter the people her mother had mentioned were blocking the door.

Mrs. Stone saw her return and, both helpless and heartbroken, scolded her.

“Why have you returned? Didn’t I tell you to lay low outside?”

The factory workers were blocking the way, demanding their wages, probably having heard rumors that the company funds were cut off and the bank was about to seize everything. These people had been blocking the entrance all day; Mrs. Stone didn’t want her daughter to witness such scenes.

There was still no news from Mr. Stone, and the deadline given by the bank was only a few days away. All the domestic helpers had left, and now the grand Villa was left with just the three of them; even the Persian Cat seemed to sense the fall of its owners and ran off to the neighbors, refusing to come back.

Such circumstances were particularly bleak.

“What should I lay low from? This is my home. If there’s a problem, how could I just run away?”

Mrs. Stone let out a sigh of resignation, “Child, you’re still too naive, not having seen the cruelty of this society. Why don’t you go away for a while? Sell off that beverage shop you own in Linville, find a place where no one knows you, and hide for a bit.”

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The workers demanding their pay might resort to drastic actions, and Mrs. Stone’s greatest fear was that her beloved daughter would get hurt.

“I understand, you go to sleep now.”

After saying goodbye to her mother and seeing the light go out in her mother’s room, Yuki Stone went to the garage and pulled out a safe briefcase from the trunk of her car. She had stopped by her own house to get it after leaving Mrs. Kiara’s, and it was filled with various valuable gifts her parents had given her since childhood.

There were jewels and even deeds to properties, all in her name. If the home were to be foreclosed by the court due to bankruptcy, these personal assets wouldn’t be taken away.

These things usually didn’t matter to her, but now they had their uses in a critical moment.

Her mother’s hope was for her to use these assets to live on, detaching her from the family. Indeed, this money could provide a comfortable life for an ordinary person, but it wasn’t enough to alleviate the urgent crisis at home – it was like trying to put out a fire with a cup of water.

If she sold the house, liquidated the store, and sold the car, it should be enough to pay the workers their wages.

She took each item out of the safe, one by one, knowing that as of tomorrow, none of these would be hers anymore. Yet, when she saw the Small-leaf Rosewood Beads in her hand, she felt moved.

She wouldn’t sell this one; it was a gift from Mrs. Kiara.

The listening device had already been taken away, but this bracelet was a testimony to the last time she stood shoulder to shoulder with Mrs. Kiara.

Touching the beads in her hand, Yuki Stone smiled, a smile filled with a sense of security, and closed her eyes as she hugged her small case.

The next day, Mrs. Stone called her to get up, only to find that her daughter’s bed was already empty.

“Where could this child have gone…”

It wasn’t until the home phone rang that Mrs. Stone found out that her daughter had gone to the factory early in the morning! Not only had she gone, but she had also called all the company’s shareholders to come over!

Upon hearing this news, Mrs. Stone’s vision darkened. What was this child trying to do?

At such a critical juncture, was she seeking to be bombarded with criticism out in public?

The workers who had been demanding their pay were acting like they’d lost their minds in the past few days, and after learning of Mr. Stone’s illness, his entrepreneurial friends had also been bombarding the house in turn. With her daughter presenting herself at this moment, would those people spare a young girl?

In her anxiety, Mrs. Stone quickly got dressed, thinking she needed to rush to the company to save her daughter. Meanwhile, Yuki Stone had already changed into professional attire and was sitting in the company’s boardroom.

The factory was shut down, rumors were flying that the Chairman had embezzled funds and fled the country with his family, causing panic amongst everyone at the Pharmacy Factory. Workers, acting on their own, had gathered in front of the Chairman’s residence demanding their wages, unsure if anyone was inside. The situation looked bleak, and no one expected that Yuki Stone, a girl who had just graduated, would step forward.

Only the high-ranking officials of the Pharmacy Factory were in the boardroom, but the workers who had come upon hearing the news were already crowding outside, waiting to be heard.

“Niece, why didn’t your dad come?” one of the shareholders asked.

“He has entrusted me with full authority to handle this matter. I am here today to discuss with all the shareholders the future direction of our Pharmacy Factory.”

“Some young girl coming out to talk carries no weight at all. Now that things have escalated to this point, can we really rely on the Stone Family or not!”

“Let your dad come over, we have nothing to say to a kid!”

“Exactly!”

The boardroom was in chaos facing the enraged crowd, and Yuki Stone silently sat in her rightful seat, watching these people talk over one another.

She realized just how hard it was for her dad to make money piece by piece, but ultimately, she was no longer the greenhouse flower of before.

“All you uncles and uncles have been with my father for many years and should know his character. He would never abandon everyone and run away.”

“You say he won’t run away, and that settles it? Let him come and give us justice!”

“Exactly!”

“Enough!” Yuki Stone slammed the table, and the boardroom fell silent.

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