Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss Chapter 1253

Chapter 1253: Chapter 1225: Don't Attack, These Are Friendlies (200+ Monthly Votes Bonus Chapter) Chapter 1253: Chapter 1225: Don't Attack, These Are Friendlies (200+ Monthly Votes Bonus Chapter) The Secretary, after catching the woman's look, barked an order, and the people behind her immediately surrounded them. Kiara's group were all Mario Yuno's well-trained operatives, and as soon as they saw the other side approaching with sticks, they split into two teams, one firmly protecting Kiara, while the other, led by Arlong with rolled-up sleeves, showed a face full of anger.

“Say it again, who do you want to hit?”

“It's you lot, these swindling charlatans we'll beat up, less talk, just fight!” The woman Secretary was even more arrogant than her female boss, commanding her henchmen to attack.

Arlong and his men were not afraid of this at all.

“Who did you call a swindling charlatan? Guys, follow me and charge, scared of them are grandsons!”

Just as the two groups were about to come to blows, Kiara and the woman both spoke up at the same time.

“Stop!”

“Halt!”

These two women were the leaders of the two groups, their voices not loud, yet very authoritative.

Both factions stopped at once, parting to clear a path for the two women.

Kiara stepped forward, and the woman also stepped out; the two women walked towards each other. Arlong, not knowing what these people were up to, was worried his sister would be at a disadvantage and hurried to follow, but Kiara waved him off, “No need, they're not after us.”

The woman squinted slightly after hearing Kiara's words.

The two women were less than half a meter apart when Kiara extended her hand.

“Friend, if I'm not mistaken, we are here for the same reason.”

The woman also extended her hand and shook Kiara's, who was surprised to feel calluses on her hand. Such a beautiful woman looked delicate, but she had hands like those of someone who'd done hard labor at a construction site.

“My people mistook you for the charlatan inside the house.” The woman's voice was pleasant too, and she was as pretty as they come.

For some reason, Kiara felt an inexplicable fondness upon seeing this woman.

“My mom got scammed by that person. That charlatan cursed the child in my womb, saying it wasn't good.” Kiara took the initiative to speak, eliciting a chuckle from the woman.

“That charlatan told my husband's mother that I'm a disaster, a flirtatious femme fatale bound for nine lifetimes of calamity.”

The two women looked at each other and laughed together.

They were allies, both there to cause trouble.

“I'm Kiara.” She extended her hand.

“They nickname me Billa, but everyone's used to calling me Sister Eight.”

Brandon? Arlong almost laughed out loud on the side. What kind of name was that?

Kiara wasn't surprised; parents had been giving weird names for years–Billa, June 1st, May 1st, named after the day they were born, randomly at that. Even names like Mid-Autumn or Dragon Boat were around; the woman had said it was a nickname, not her formal name.

The woman's Secretary leaned in, “Boss, what's this…?”

“Sunna, you made a mistake.” The woman was a woman of a few words, but what she said carried weight. The Secretary hurried to apologize to Kiara upon hearing those words.

“Sorry about that, we saw so many people around you and thought you were some lowly thugs hired by the charlatan, apologies!” The Secretary was clever, seeing that her boss hit it off with Kiara, she instantly put on a new face and quickly pulled out a business card from her pocket and handed it to Kiara.

“Sister, this is our company's business card; if you ever need help with moving or something, come to us, we'll give you a discount. Our company is fast and efficient, it's the most convenient choice for you!”

Taking advantage of the situation, Secretary made an advertisement, which was quite amusing.

Kiara then realized that Billa's hands were calloused because she owned a moving company–no wonder she could bring so many men over to cause a commotion.

She couldn't help but admire this woman, who despite her appearance, was willing to do the heavy and rough work that others were unwilling to do. It was clear that she was a person with a strong backbone. Kiara liked such self-reliant and tireless girls. Billa, seeing Kiara wearing Glasses and giving off a scholarly aura, felt a special respect for educated people since she had not had much education and had struggled on her own, so she asked her an extra question.

“Considering how young you look, I thought you were a Student. But your belly seems even bigger than mine.”

Only when she mentioned this did Kiara notice that under Billa's loose tracksuit, her belly was slightly bulging.

Seeing this, the two seemed to share a common fate–they were both pregnant and both had come to settle accounts with a charlatan. No wonder Billa was so angry; the fortune-teller must have misled her Abigail Nana by suggesting she was promiscuous, hinting that the baby's origin was suspicious. No smashing would indeed be unusual.

It was a kind of inexplicable bond, and the two women exchanged phone numbers. The woman then asked Kiara,
“Should we take turns, or shall we both storm in together?”

After thinking for a moment, Kiara replied, “You go first, please. After you've let off steam, I'll have my turn.”

Billa nodded, and her loud and boisterous Secretary yelled with gusto, “Brothers, charge! Smash this old charlatan's setup and vent for the Boss, ha!”

Her group rushed in, and Arlong asked Kiara.

“Sis, why did you give out your phone number to her?”

Kiara put away her phone and glanced at him with her Glasses.

“If she can give me hers, why can't I give her mine?”

“It just seems a bit strange, you seldom talk to strangers.”

“Anyway, she just caught my eye; maybe our brain waves are similar, and we just find each other agreeable.”

Arlong scratched his head, looking perplexed.

“Sis, you let her go in first, what about all of us?”

The group, which had been brimming with energy to come and defend their Mum, was somewhat deflated at the idea of going in after the others. By the time they would get in, the charlatan would probably have been beaten to a pulp, which wouldn't be as satisfying.

“Heaven has a virtue called mercy.” Kiara's baby had been cursed by the charlatan as being possessed by demons from head to toe, but Billa's situation seemed worse–she had been directly labeled promiscuous, with the baby's paternity questioned. Considering everything, Kiara thought it was only fair to let her go first.

Kiara observed the layout; it was an old building in Q City, with red brick walls that showed their age. The characteristic of these old buildings was that they were lower in height, so the Third Floor was about the same as the Second Floor of a typical building. Recalling Mum's words about the charlatan living on the Third Floor, Kiara instructed Arlong after looking over the layout,
“Take a few men and block that side of the building. If the charlatan dares to jump Downstairs to escape, drag him back here for me!”

Arlong complied, taking a few men with him.

Kiara stood by the entrance of the stairwell and could hear a racket coming from Upstairs. These buildings had no soundproofing, so standing Downstairs, one could hear the commotion from the open stairwell windows.

“You old charlatan, come out here and die! Was it you who had people talk smack about our Boss?” The Secretary's voice was sharp and piercing. “You all, don't line up anymore; he's just a scammer!”

Kiara chuckled, finding it quite entertaining to have such a boisterous Secretary by her side. Although Billa was just a small moving company Boss, she had quite a presence and clearly gained the affection of her employees.

Sure enough, people began to trickle Downstairs, likely those who had come to see the charlatan, all chased away by the group Upstairs. After coming Downstairs, instead of leaving, they stood there looking Upstairs, eager to watch the spectacle unfold.

A woman approached Kiara and asked, “Girl, do you know what happened Upstairs?”

Chapter end

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