Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1462 - 1434: You’re So Sneaky

Chapter 1462: Chapter 1434: You’re So Sneaky

Olivia Smith saw these people and her already sickly face turned even paler, instinctively hugging her son tighter, her luggage dropped on the ground.

"You really know how to hide, you’ve made it quite difficult for us to find you," one of the group said.

"Please, let us go. He’s just an ordinary kid, really..." Olivia Smith held her son tight, looking nervously at the people in front of her.

These faces were all too familiar to her. She and her son had been imprisoned by these people for a long time. They treated Chad as a lab rat, performing various experiments on him every day and recording the data.

Having managed to escape that place with her son and returned to their country, she never imagined that they’d still be tracked down.

"Ordinary? Ha, you’re quite the comedian. Do you know how much research funding that child in your arms has cost us? He is the private property of our laboratory, and you, as one of us, betrayed the organization and took off with the property. Do you think the Boss will let you go?"

"No more talk, take them!" ordered the man with the mask leading the group.

Upon hearing this, Olivia Smith, terrified, held Chad, who didn’t understand what was happening, even tighter. Chad tried to fight back when someone came to pull him and his mother apart, but how could a little kid withstand these well-trained people? He was easily pushed to the ground. Olivia Smith tried to protect him, and the excitement caused her illness to flare up, coughing up blood again.

Seeing her pallor and labored breathing, the people exchanged looks.

"Young Boss, what should we do about this? The Boss ordered us to only bring back the experimental subject and to dispose of the elder one," one of the men asked the one with the mask.

The man turned the beads in his hand, looked at the woman’s frailty, and couldn’t help but think of another pretty face.

Emma Clark seemed to have quite a connection with this woman and had even advanced her medical expenses. If that was the case—

The man put his hand on the gun his companion had drawn. If he hadn’t intervened, Olivia Smith would have been shot dead.

"Young Boss?" his companion inquired, puzzled as to why he was stopped from shooting this superfluous woman. They only needed the child.

"Creating such a scene in another country would be troublesome. She has a terminal illness and won’t live much longer; it’s not worth wasting a bullet," said the man in the mask indifferently.

His position in the laboratory was quite high, and since he had spoken, the others dared not say otherwise. They went to grab Chad, who was wildly resisting, biting and kicking. The man carrying him was infuriated and shoved the child to the ground, raising his foot to kick him, but was stopped by the man in the mask. Before he could react, the man in the mask kicked him against the wall so hard that he nearly broke his bones.

The others, seeing the Young Boss hitting someone, fell silent. In the quiet alley, only the heart-wrenching cries of Chad and his mother could be heard. No one knew why the second-in-command, the Young Boss, had suddenly lost his temper, for he was an enigma that nobody understood.

The man in the mask pulled out a syringe from his pocket and jabbed it into Chad, who struggled briefly before falling asleep.

Seeing this, Olivia Smith lunged over, desperately clinging to his trouser leg and pleading, "Please, don’t take my son, let him go! He’s just an ordinary kid!"

The man in the mask gestured for silence and crouched down, whispering into her ear in a voice only they could hear,

"As long as you can prove that this child is a failed experiment, he can come back."

Olivia Smith’s eyes widened as if she couldn’t believe what she heard. "Is what you’re saying... true?"

The man in the mask stood up, looking down at her, "If you are still alive, this will take a while, maybe 2 years, maybe 3 years. As long as you’re alive, you’ll see him again."

Olivia Smith, powerless, covered her face and wept. She could only watch helplessly as these people took her son away. Although the Young Boss’s words gave her one last glimmer of hope, she wasn’t sure how credible it was. She was close to death, and how could she face Baron if she didn’t secure Chad’s safety within her lifetime?

Baron... If he were still alive, would she and her son still have to endure a life of hiding and being hunted, ultimately leading to their separation?

The men took away the unconscious Chad. One of them looked back at Olivia Smith, who was lying on the ground, uncertain if she was crying or had fainted, and, feeling familiar with the Young Boss, ventured to say,

"Actually, disposing of a person in secret isn’t that difficult—Ah!" He didn’t dare finish his sentence because the Young Boss suddenly had a gun in his hand, pointed at his head.

"Yes, so getting rid of you for being too talkative and then making you disappear isn’t that difficult."

Seeing the Young Boss like this, everyone else fell deadly silent, only the masked Young Boss looked up at the sky. The clouds above somewhat resembled Emma Clark’s glasses; she certainly hadn’t noticed that when she pondered problems and strategized, she would subconsciously push up her glasses.

He had only spared that woman because he thought her illness was boring, not because she was someone Emma Clark wanted to protect...right?

When Yuzo Joel arrived, it was already too late.

On the ground lay only the unconscious Olivia Smith; when he pinched her philtrum, it took a long time for her to wake up.

"You are..."

"Who I am doesn’t matter, where did your son go?" Yuzo Joel asked.

"He was taken away... Are you also from JR’s Laboratory? Are you here to kill me?" Olivia Smith’s eyes were empty as she spoke, the Baron’s only bloodline had been taken from her, leaving her with nothing to live for.

"No, I’m here to protect you. Come with me."

"Why would you protect me? I don’t know you," Olivia Smith asked, puzzled.

"It doesn’t matter if you don’t know me, my daughter knows you. That’s enough. We can’t stay here long; hurry, come with me." Yuzo Joel wasn’t sure if the person following him was Mario Yuno, but he knew his son-in-law was more perceptive than a Military Dog and he did not want to get Kiara involved.

The top priority was to hide Olivia Smith well and keep Kiara from paying any more attention to this matter because there was only one reason why people from JR had desperately kidnapped Chad.

Thinking of this, Yuzo Joel’s face grew even more solemn.

"Oh, my child, my child doomed to a hard life, I won’t live much longer, yet my child is constantly in danger..."

Olivia Smith wept bitterly, and her words struck deeply into Yuzo Joel’s heart.

In some sense, he was no different from Olivia Smith. Thinking of his daughter’s origins, Yuzo Joel’s expression turned fierce; anyone who dared to harm his daughter would have to step over his dead body first.

The masked Young Boss, codenamed Mysterious Man, had his men kidnap Chad, while Yuzo Joel had taken Olivia Smith away, and Kiara knew nothing about any of it.

She repeatedly dialed Yuzo Joel’s number from the hotel, but the call never went through until two hours later when Yuzo Joel took the initiative to call Kiara.

"Where did you go?!" Kiara roared as soon as the call connected, panic-stricken.

"My phone fell into the toilet, Kiara, were you looking for me?"

"Where are you right now?"

"At home, don’t you believe me? Listen to this, Beautiful Lady is right next to me. Come on, Beautiful Lady, give a shout!"

Kiara, hearing her own Beautiful Lady bark, finally relaxed. Mario Yuno was also puzzled. Had he been mistaken?

After hanging up, Yuzo Joel patted Beautiful Lady’s head. The sky outside the private airplane had already turned completely dark, with only Yuzo Joel and Beautiful Lady inside the cabin as he used the airplane’s built-in phone to call Kiara.

"I really have to thank an old friend for sponsoring the transportation, otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to create this alibi, right, Beautiful Lady?"

"Woof..." If Beautiful Lady could speak, she would undoubtedly bark furiously, ’You’re so sly!’