Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss-Chapter 847 - 821 Leave Without Looking Back (Thank you
Chapter 847 -821: Leave Without Looking Back (Thank you to the young and tender learning ally leader for the reward of +5 more chapters)
Chapter 847 -821: Leave Without Looking Back (Thank you to the young and tender learning ally leader for the reward of +5 more chapters)
The expert seemed a little nervous when Kiara asked him questions in a foreign language, but he still tried to answer with forced composure.
“So what if it is, it was your people who asked me to come here, we have a contract.”
“Contract? Your contract is completely illegal, don’t think that just because you’re a foreigner, the laws of the Celestial Empire can’t touch you!”
“You have no right to do this—ah!” The translator was slapped across the face by Kiara, he was so furious he wanted to retaliate, but Mario Yuno’s grip on his wrist hurt so much he cried out in pain.
“Helping a foreigner cheat your own compatriots, if this were wartime you’d be a traitor conspiring with the enemy!” Mario Yuno had nothing but contempt for these types of people.
From the dialogue between the fake expert and the translator just now, it wasn’t hard to figure out that the translator had known from the start that the expert was a fraud, yet had deliberately collaborated with him to swindle Jojo Father’s money and hurt Jojo.
If Jojo Father’s reason for confining Jojo was for the child’s benefit, even though the method was wrong, it was not unforgivable.
But these two deliberately committing fraud, and using such despicable means to steal money, that’s something deserving of contempt.
“Hand over the contract!” Kiara, with Camden protecting her, had a completely different aura, the translator’s hand still immobilized, he sensed the strength and fearfulness of Mario Yuno and didn’t dare act rashly, obediently pleading for mercy.
“Let me get in the car, it’s in the briefcase…”
Mario Yuno loosened his grip, and the translator instantly slipped into the car, actually trying to start the vehicle and flee!
If he could escape in front of Camden, that would certainly be odd!
The translator only felt his arm go weak, Mario Yuno had followed him into the car, dragging him out and stepping on him, while Kiara efficiently got into the car, found the briefcase on the back seat, pulled out the contract, and also found a check.
The amount on it filled Kiara with rage.
200,000, Jojo Father had spent so much money just to get these two villains’ rotten idea to electrocute Jojo?
“Keep all these, sue them for practicing medicine illegally and on suspicion of international fraud, let them wait to face a lawsuit for doing such shameless things in our country!” Kiara tossed the briefcase to Mario Yuno and also gave a kick to the shameless translator.
Mario Yuno secured the briefcase and added, “And we’ll also charge this guy with outright car theft.”
The airport patrol noticed something unusual here and came over, Mario Yuno calculated the distance, pointed somewhere to Kiara, and said.
“Can you handle it in 2 minutes? That’s a blind spot over there.”
“Enough time!”
The fake expert, seeing things go south, felt like running but then felt a tremendous force from behind grabbing him by the collar.
“Where do you think you’re going? Come on, let’s talk about the consequences of not obeying and getting electrocuted.” Mario Yuno said indifferently, as Olivia Brown and Aka dragged the fake expert toward the blind spot.
“Let’s talk this out! I’m a foreigner, I demand protection, I require—ah!” The fake expert covered his eyes as Kiara withdrew her fist, and Mario Yuno raised an eyebrow.
Hmm, his daughter-in-law seemed to be developing an irreversible tendency towards martial power recently!
“On behalf of my colleagues at the International Department of Psychiatry, I’m hitting you for being a disgrace that has no respect for the progress of science!”
Camden gave her a thumbs-up, his daughter-in-law was mighty!
“I’m an expert, I’m an authority in International Psychology!”
“Heh, violence can never be the cure for correcting mistakes, your therapy was flawed from the start, the International Psychology profession is ashamed to have scum like you! Before the police arrive, beat him to a pulp for me, just one principle, it must hurt more than electrocuting, but not weaker than electrocuting!”
Kiara silently raised her middle finger, her demeanor utterly foreign and dashing to the extreme.
At the Police Station, Jojo Father was stunned.
The “expert” he had paid a hefty sum for turned out to be nothing more than an unemployed vagabond from overseas!
Once the Police Station was consulted, everything came out.
The translator quickly confessed the entire story: after graduation, he never found a suitable job and developed a bad habit of gambling. Hearing that Jojo Father had struck it rich through mining and had a daughter with issues that worried him greatly, he began to hatch a crooked plan.
He found a foreigner and staged this entire scam.
All the therapy talk, it was just nonsense they had read from books, not even knowing if it was correct. But to someone like Jojo Father, a newly rich man, he assumed foreign monks could chant the scriptures. Speaking foreign languages and waving the flag of expertise, any fake ID card would convince him.
Moreover, the Fake Expert had indeed read some books on Psychology, learned a bit of the lingo, and dropped some industry jargon, enough to make Jojo Father believe it was genuine.
Kiara, upon hearing this, didn’t know whether to say Jojo Father was too easily deceived because he had more money than sense, or to say that these two characters were full of tricks like blind cats catching dead rats. Where exactly had they learned this so-called electroshock therapy from?
The Fake Expert named a book, and Kiara was ready to explode.
It was just like those unfounded, non-authoritative, little sketchbooks of domestic folk remedies, and with such rubbish, they had come to deceive people—and made off with 200,000!
If not for Kiara’s timely suspicions, losing the money would have been the least of Jojo Father’s problems—how much more would Jojo have suffered?
The two were detained, and as Jojo Father and his group left the Police Station, he remained in a daze the whole time.
He had thought he would find a way to cure his child this time, but who would have expected…it was all a scam?
Jojo wanted to mock his dad a few words, but seeing his expression, he swallowed the words again.
“Jojo…” As they reached the door, and Jojo was about to follow Kiara and the others, Jojo Father called out to him, his voice sounding as if it had aged several years.
“What?” Jojo turned around reluctantly.
“Come home with dad…”
“Want to find a few more ‘experts’ to shock me again? Haven’t you made yourself a big enough laughingstock? Mister newly rich, if your thinking grew with your money, you wouldn’t have been conned so badly!”
Jojo’s words hit Jojo Father hard, and his expression grew sorrowful.
Looking at this man, no longer young, Jojo felt mostly bad memories of his childhood.
As a child, after his mother died, his father—who favored sons over daughters—would beat him daily, always telling him that daughters were useless. He began to fear dressing in girls’ clothes, growing out his hair, hoping in this way to make his father forget he was a girl so he wouldn’t hit him. Gradually, however, he grew to like the feeling of being a man and found his true self.
As a teenager, he watched his father fail in business time and again, and after each failure, his father would drown his sorrows in alcohol and beat him, angrily asking why he couldn’t have been a son.
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Later, he left home, went to University, and found a lifestyle that suited him. But he could not escape his father’s beatings and scoldings. Afterward, his father struck it rich by pure luck and began to fool around with women everywhere, as if he wanted to have a “real” son.
But God didn’t favor this man; he inexplicably became wealthy but never had a son. His only child was still Jojo.
Facing his father, now with white hair, Jojo felt not a stir in his heart, but rather irritation.
This Old Man had caused him a life of mismatched identity, and now he wanted to confine him and force him into things he didn’t want. What in the world did he want?
