Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 962 - Chapter 962 Chapter 935 If You Dont Hold Back Youre Going to

Chapter 962: Chapter 935 If You Don’t Hold Back, You’re Going to Skyrocket (Thanks to kateliu for the Silver Reward +68 More) Chapter 962: Chapter 935 If You Don’t Hold Back, You’re Going to Skyrocket (Thanks to kateliu for the Silver Reward +68 More) Camden rubbed his hands anxiously and stood up to walk towards the golf course; everyone was just too bullying.

It was he who first won over his daughter-in-law, and he was the first to set up little secret classes for everyone on sentiments, lipstick trials, and a guidebook on how to chase one’s wife, but in the end, these guys had the last laugh and scored a hole-in-one. After going back, he’d definitely need to discuss picking a good day with his daughter-in-law to score a hole-in-one himself and knock the wind out of these guys’ sails!

Camden thought about taking his frustrations from the birthing room to the golf course where he could take revenge on those beginner noobs.

But then he heard Jojo and Jenny Bailey constantly shouting “fore” nearby, and even his daughter-in-law couldn’t sit still and headed their way. Olivia Brown was planning on pushing Giorno’s wheelchair so he could watch her play, but after seeing Jenny Bailey’s level of play, she hurriedly pushed Giorno back and went over with a look of resolve as if she was prepared to cut off her own wrist.

Kiara was reminded of the times she went to karaoke with Camden and how he could sing so badly that he made people want to step outside for some fresh air, whereas Jenny Bailey scared everyone from getting close and only sent the old, frail, sick, and pregnant to a safe area.

The moment he turned around, he caught sight of his daughter-in-law muttering to her prayer hands towards his back, which made Camden frown.

“Daughter-in-law, what are you doing?”

“Each family sends a representative. I’ll stay as the women and children. You go ahead. Winning or losing doesn’t matter; it’s just for fun. Don’t worry if you get hit in the forehead and get a huge bump; look at this!”

She opened her snow-white palm, and there lay a small bottle of Herbal Plaster, a secret remedy of Mother Yuno designed to treat all kinds of bumps and bruises from being hit by a rogue golf ball on the head!

“Daughter-in-law, I just feel like it’s not steady for me to leave you since we’re newlyweds.”

“Go on. Today’s events are like traces in water, fleeting. What about tomorrow? Will you remain a stranger to me by then?”

Camden wasn’t willing to be sent away and casually involved Camden, who was there to enjoy the fuss.

After walking several steps, Camden felt that something was off.

What his daughter-in-law had just recited–why did it sound familiar but not quite right?

“Kiara, why does what you just recited sound so familiar to me…” Susi also felt that Camden had been hoodwinked by his daughter-in-law again, but she couldn’t quite remember what was off about it.

“It’s a line from a game. The original last two lines are, ‘What about tomorrow, by then you will have become a stranger to me.'” Giorno, sitting in the wheelchair, still had his IQ intact.

“Wow, Giorno, you’re impressive to know that!” Kiara admitted openly. “Who would have thought you, a forensic psychiatrist, would be so flirtatious and play games?”

“Not really. Olivia Brown likes them, and Arlong is also playing, so I just casually… cough cough.” Giorno cleared his throat, and everyone understood.

“Speaking of which, you’re getting married the day after tomorrow, isn’t it inappropriate to misquote such a sentimental poem?” Susi kindly reminded her.

“It’s fine, he’s mine, he can’t run away, and it’s not my fault. It’s because he rarely plays domestic games; this is patriotic education before marriage!”

Such flawed logic was simply typical of Mrs. Kiara.

But only after the day after tomorrow would Kiara realize that one shouldn’t boast too much, to avoid being contradicted, but that’s a story for another time.

In the meantime, Kiara made an accurate comment about the situation at hand.

“Turning a golf ball into a baseball, Jenny Bailey is truly talented.”

“Fore” is a term in golf when you hit a wayward shot; you should shout it to warn others to be cautious.

Jojo, who studied physical education, meeting someone who’s a sports idiot was really frustrating, and Jenny Bailey, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying herself quite a lot. So, he simply stood aside to help yell encouragement, shouting “perfect swing” before each swing. The combined force of the two was quite astonishing, so much so that in a short while, the people on the neighbouring fairway had retreated, although it was uncertain if they had been scared off by Jenny Bailey.

“If my health allowed, I really should play a few rounds with you.” Susi, seeing others play so happily, also felt a bit eager to try it. Her physical condition was pretty stable, and this wasn’t considered a high-intensity sport, but Olivia Brown always worried whenever it came to Susi putting the ball into the hole.

“Once you’ve given birth and recovered, we’ll play eighteen holes, but I don’t think you should expect too much because even after you’ve given birth and recovered, you still won’t be my match,” Kiara said with a smile, arrogantly teasing the pregnant woman.

“How can you be so certain? Don’t underestimate me! I used to accompany my father and play golf on the course quite often!” Susi protested.

“Your engagement was merely a sideshow to the business dealings; I’ve actually studied the game,” Kiara said confidently. Without taking to the field to compete with experts like Camden, she was still quite adept at bragging.

In fact, in her past life, she often played with Susi, and the odds between them were evenly split at fifty-fifty. Now, she was just taking some verbal advantage, looking for the thrill of a sense of superiority over the pregnant woman.

“Many people like to conduct business on the golf course. I think that group coming over here looks like they are here for business too,” Giorno said while sitting in a wheelchair, yet wielding the heart of a giant, casually switching the topic away from Kiara and Susi’s bickering.

The group turned to look, and saw several people wearing sun hats approaching from afar, though their faces were too distant to make out clearly.

“How do you know they’re conducting business instead of meeting friends?” Susi inquired.

“Intuition of a forensic psychiatrist from the Psychiatry Department.”

Giorno couldn’t explain it clearly, but with extensive observation, one can discern the subtle relations between people from their tiny gestures. Judging by the movement and behavior of that group, they didn’t seem like close friends. Plus, there were several foreigners. In such a luxurious place, it was most likely that they were here to talk business.

“Some like to discuss business on the golf course, others prefer to get things done at the card table. Playing a round of eighteen holes takes about 4-5 hours, and in that time, you can learn a lot about a person, such as their character, attitude towards success and failure, and whether they have a spirit of adventure. Personally, I prefer to go to the card table when asking for favors and to the golf course when looking for business partners,” Kiara offered an objective evaluation.

“Then I won’t play golf with you, I definitely can’t beat you,” Susi said, ready to give up at the prospect.

“Oh?” Kiara raised an eyebrow.

“You hardly ever ask for help, so you must have had more experience in golf partnerships,” Susi observed. She had hardly ever seen Kiara seek assistance, and even if Mrs. Kiara truly needed something, she didn’t have to ask; a single phone call would suffice, just like the last time there was trouble at the Stone Family, she made a call and swiftly resolved the issue.

“You’re wrong,” Kiara said with a confident smile. “Whenever I please, the number of times I play golf will never exceed the number of times I sit down at the card table. I’ve recently learned to be more restrained and controlled.”

“Cough!” Giorno, who was drinking water, choked.

If you’re restrained while raking in thousands of dollars an hour, wouldn’t you be soaring to the heavens if you weren’t?

“What do you mean by that?” Susi asked.

“If I wanted to, there would be no shortage of people lining up to ask for my help, eagerly playing cards with me and losing money. I’m just tired of that kind of life.”

While it seemed a bit boastful, Susi and Giorno had to admit that Kiara was telling the truth.

As they chatted casually, the group of men had come closer, and Kiara recognized the balding man with a potbelly at the front. Before she could react, she saw him shortcutting towards the direction where Jojo was, then…

A scream was heard, and the man lay on the ground; next to him, there was a rogue white golf ball.