Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 963 - Chapter 963 Chapter 936 Money Abundant People Silly Heads Dumb

Chapter 963: Chapter 936 Money Abundant, People Silly, Heads Dumb Chapter 963: Chapter 936 Money Abundant, People Silly, Heads Dumb After a period of erratic swings, Jenny Bailey finally found her rhythm and, from Jojo’s expression, had gained some confidence.

“Jojo, was that stroke impressively–ah!”

Though her shot was comically off but certainly better than her earlier attempts, Jenny believed it was a perfect hit.

Just when Jojo thought she wouldn’t have to shout “fore” at the top of her lungs, a clumsy guy ran onto the fairway where people were playing. Jenny’s shots were indeed off-target, but when it came to hitting people, she was remarkably accurate.

Before anyone could grasp what had happened, Jenny had knocked the man down.

The incident unfolded too quickly, and for a while, Jojo had been focused on Jenny, with the two of them even sharing sweet, sugary glances, as if they were about to pierce through that metaphorical paper window.

Mario Yuno and his friend were chatting and hadn’t been paying attention to that direction after all, Jenny’s shots were notoriously bad, and there weren’t many fools who’d run onto someone else’s fairway. Who could have thought that two such improbable incidents would occur at the same time?

By the time everyone realized something was wrong, the man was already downed by the ball.

“Oh no!” Shocked, Jenny threw away her club and hurried over, while Olivia Plum Brown watched the whole scene, covering her mouth in surprise.

The people chatting in the rest area all stood up–except for Giorno.

“Where did it hit?” Camden asked Olivia as he ran toward the scene.

“The calf. Based on my many years of martial arts experience, it missed the vitals. Could this be the legendary ‘drive-by slicing’?” Olivia, for some reason, blurted out such a remark.

Mario and his friend both paused abruptly, and even as they ran, his friend couldn’t help but glance at Camden, as if to say, ‘Your sister sure thinks outside the box.’

“It’s okay, she’s married off already. The big sucker is that guy sitting in the wheelchair.” Camden, ever the smart one, quickly analyzed the ball’s speed and the impact site, figuring the unlucky guy probably wasn’t too badly hurt.

Given the ball’s speed and distance, swelling and pain for a few days were inevitable, but a fracture was unlikely.

Mario and his friend were the first to reach the fallen man and asked with concern, “Are you okay? We’ll call a doctor right away.”

“Eh? Is that you?”

Mario turned around to find the man already on the ground. As he approached, he realized it was Jojo’s dad.

Just yesterday, Jojo’s father had come bearing gifts, trying to address an issue with Kiara, but she had slipped away. Was today’s visit to the golf course a mere coincidence or a premeditated chance encounter?

“How is he? I’ll call a doctor. I’m so sorry about just now–eh? It’s you?” Jenny also rushed over, and upon seeing that it was Jojo’s dad on the ground, she was also taken aback.

Jojo arrived too, and upon discovering it was his own dad, his face paled. Seeing the old man in pain, he immediately crouched down to inspect the injury, “Where did it hit?”

“The calf… I was just about to run over to your place, but then it sounded like a huge bang, and I went down…” Jojo’s dad grimaced in pain. The ‘huge bang’ he described was the sound of the high-speed golf ball striking his leg, which when transmitted through the bone to the eardrum, sounded like a gunshot.

The foreigners who came over with Jojo were all abuzz with discussion.

Kiara and her group arrived, and even though Jojo’s dad was in pain and wanting to stand up, Jojo pressed him back down.

“Just sit tight. I need to check if your leg is seriously hurt.”

Jenny stood at the side, not knowing what to do and watched Jojo with great anxiety.

“No…this deal is too important…help me up…”

“You’re about to die, and you’re still talking about business! Just stay put!” Jojo, always so mild-mannered, actually said something so harsh, thoroughly exuding a man’s aura at this moment.

“I’m sorry, Jojo, I really didn’t notice anyone there,” Jenny Bailey apologized repeatedly.

“This isn’t your fault, who told him to have eyes yet not use them properly? Old man, I’ve told you time and again, reading more is greatly beneficial. You’ve made so much money, why not improve yourself? You know to bring foreigners to the golf course to pander to their interests, why don’t you know better than to run onto the course? Look at you, perfectly embodying the nouveau riche of our nation, foolish despite all your wealth and dim-witted!”

Jojo’s father was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely and turned pale from Jojo’s merciless teasing.

This time he was here not only to find his son the highly-regarded domestic psychologist Emma Clark but also to discuss business with foreign clients. These foreigners from an overseas financial group were on an exploratory visit. Normally not able to meet them back home, Jojo’s father thought he’d take advantage of the situation in Q City, knowing the foreigners liked golf, and went through a lot of trouble to arrange a meeting.

But seeing Jojo and getting overly excited, he ran around haphazardly, leading to this unexpected mishap.

Jojo’s father, who would usually argue with Jojo, could now only force himself to hold on, pretending not to hear the sarcasm in Jojo’s words as he tried hard to sit up.

“Mr. Shawn, how should we explain this to the clients?” The translator, who came along, asked Jojo’s father in a low voice after noticing the foreigners murmuring behind them.

“Tell them I’m okay, that we’ll stand up and continue, ha, don’t let it ruin the mood. I just have minor scrapes, nothing serious at all! Our people are the toughest, most stoic, choosing us as business partners is the right decision!” Jojo’s father acted as if nothing was wrong.

Jojo was so angry his veins were throbbing.

“Are you out of your mind, old man? Forget your damn business, come with me to the doctor, now!”

In a rush, even basic politeness was forgotten – just venting in the crassest way possible.

“We’ll discuss your matter when we get back; this deal is extremely important to our home.”

“Shit!” Jojo swore under his breath.

Kiara, weighing the pros and cons, stepped forward and began enthusiastically speaking a string of words directly to the foreigners.

“What did Dr. Clark say?” Ever since knowing Kiara was a psychologist, Jojo’s father’s attitude toward her had become noticeably more respectful.

As an uneducated wealthy man, he held a special kind of reverence for educated people.

“I’ve been telling you to learn more culture. Now you see, you drop the ball at critical moments!” Jojo didn’t pass up any chance to ridicule his father.

“She said, ‘Jojo is your son, this is just a little chance encounter between father and son…'” Jenny Bailey translated as she listened to what Kiara was saying, and Jojo’s father gave her an extra glance or two.

This girl, who seemed the most normal, said last time she was a lesbian?

Such a pity, someone who can understand ‘bird language’ must have a very high level of education, why couldn’t she be normal?

Unaware of Jojo’s father’s internal struggle, Jenny Bailey continued to listen to Mrs. Kiara’s conversation with the others, not letting the atmosphere die down – truly worthy of the title of society’s Mrs. Kiara.

Meanwhile, the medical team had already arrived at the scene, and Jojo stepped aside to let them check his father’s injuries. The girl who came seemed to be a newbie, her movements very unpracticed, causing Jojo’s father to grimace in pain. Jojo couldn’t stand watching and pushed her aside, opting to tend to his father’s leg wound personally.

The foreigners exchanged a few pleasantries with Kiara and then, upon witnessing this scene, nodded and said a bunch.

“Mrs. Kiara said this is just a small fortuitous meeting between father and son, and it shouldn’t affect the elegance of the day. If you don’t mind, she can accompany you for a few rounds of the game, while uncle can rest over there,” Jenny Bailey translated diligently.