Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1463 - 1435 Really More Fun than Burning Woodhead

Chapter 1463: Chapter 1435 Really More Fun than Burning Woodhead

After spending the day frolicking in the mountains and waters with Kiara, Yuzo Joel had already secretly settled Olivia Smith, and Mysterious Man, along with Chad, had returned to headquarters.

Little Chad had been in a deep slumber the entire time, and upon arrival, JR’s men took him and placed the child on a stretcher to carry away. Mysterious Man watched the direction the child was taken, as if reminiscing about his own past.

When he was a child, he often ended up covered in wounds, eventually carried out in this manner.

"Boss wants to see you," Molly Palmer said, standing behind Mysterious Man, relaying the boss’ will. In this place, ’Boss’ had a god-like status; his word was as good as a decree, to be followed by everyone.

Even Mysterious Man, the Young Boss, was no exception.

The Office of the Mysterious Boss JR was lavishly decorated, even ancient in style, with a full set of rosewood furniture that was authentically antique, with a deep wood color and meticulous patterns, lending an air of grandeur to the room.

The Qing dynasty copper incense burner filled with drifting sandalwood smoke added to the room’s profound cultural heritage. After entering the room, Mysterious Man first glanced at the incense burner and then closed his eyes. Repressing the urge to grab the burner and set fire to all the wooden furniture in the room, he then opened his eyes to look at the wheelchair with its back to him.

"I’m back."

"Did you bring the person back?" The wheelchair turned around, revealing a middle-aged man seated upon it, who looked to be in his fifties, yet already had a head full of white hair.

If Kiara were here, she would certainly cover her mouth in surprise.

Not only because this mysterious Boss JR didn’t have the ruined face of legend but also because, despite his age, he still had an air of elegance about him. Of course, such an authoritative level of a super doctor naturally had a refined and cultured air, and even with an aging face, the charisma remained, much like Yuzo Joel, who seemed ageless.

But this was not the cause for surprise; if Kiara were to see him, she would definitely notice that this suspected infamous white-haired Boss JR had facial features about 70% similar to those of James Norris ’Norris Flowery Fox’.

Anyone would believe that Norris, when he got older, would certainly look like this.

At this moment, the man was eagerly looking at Mysterious Man, who wore a mask, waiting for his answer.

"Brought back. He’s been sent to the Laboratory. There will be a full check-up this afternoon."

Upon hearing this, a joyous light shone in the eyes of the white-haired man.

"Excellent! That woman really knows how to hide, and we owe catching that experimental subject to your efforts—how did you discover her hiding spot?"

Mysterious Man’s eyes lowered, "Fortuitously."

"Good, proceed with the experiment immediately. You will personally oversee it, and make sure to thoroughly analyze this Chad to confirm whether he is the soul we transferred back then. If the experiment succeeds—"

As his emotions ran high, Boss JR’s hands gripped the arms of the wheelchair tightly, the tendons clearly visible.

"Please forgive my frankness, but looking at the child’s current behavior, he exhibits no signs of a successful soul transfer. Back then, we experimented with using a dying writer and a newborn infant, trying to validate whether Soul Particles could be successfully transferred. However, based on my observation at the site, this child has more of a barbaric nature than spiritual aura, completely lacking in the disposition of a writer."

Mysterious Man calmly asserted.

"Shut up!" Boss JR snatched up a pen holder and hurled it forcefully at him. Mysterious Man did not dodge, and the pen holder struck his arm. Made of jade stone, the pen holder had considerable weight; although it wouldn’t break bones upon impact, it would cause pain for many days. Mysterious Man did not budge or make a sound.

The shattering of the pen holder seemed to bring some sense back to the white-haired man. He frowned slightly.

"Why didn’t you dodge when I hit you?"

Mysterious Man curled his lips into a smile, "I’ve knelt for too long; I can’t even lift myself up anymore."

The mask concealed his expression, and even his tone was so bland that no hint of sorrow or joy could be discerned. James Manfield softened his voice and said,

"You don’t have to be so formal with dad. It’s just us father and son here, you can take off your mask."

"Kneeling for too long prevents one from standing up, and wearing a mask for too long makes one forget who they are." The Mysterious Man remained still.

"Alright, I won’t force you. This afternoon, you’re to preside over the experiment to verify whether that child is a successful case of our soul particle exchange."

"My hand hurts and it’s inconvenient to operate the machinery, why don’t you go and see for yourself?"

His attitude greatly displeased James Manfield, but seeing his son holding his arm, he could only suppress his dissatisfaction.

"Why do I feel like you’re intentionally wanting me to conduct the experiment myself?"

"Some things are more convincing when you see them for yourself, aren’t they? How many times do I have to emphasize that soul particles are beyond our current level of capability and that those experiments we conducted are doomed to failure? How can two distinct people exchange souls? And how can the dead be brought back to life?"

"Shut up!" James Manfield appeared very angry. His son’s words had hit a nerve, especially the statement that the dead cannot be resurrected.

The Mysterious Man, as if he had not heard a thing, continued to state his views with an expression that could not be seen behind the mask.

"You thought that Seven-Acre Farm had a success before, and you saw the scales I brought back. That Emma Clark’s psychological answers are completely different from Yuzo Joel’s, she is definitely not Yuzo Joel’s daughter. Yet you are obstinate and have gone to great lengths to bring back Chad, the failed subject from years ago, to check. Exchanging souls is not only fanciful but absurd."

"Shut up!" Hearing the name Emma Clark twisted James Manfield’s face again.

He had finally traced the relationship between Yuzo Joel and Emma Clark, thinking she was the successful hidden child from that past experiment, but the scale his son brought back dashed his hopes again.

"You’ve seen Emma Clark’s performance on the international stage. I won’t deny she is talented, but this doesn’t prove she’s connected to my uncle in spirit. How many painters’ children are painters themselves? Are you so dirty and twisted, have I ever resembled you even slightly? It’s better to give up sooner rather than later. Soul exchange is impossible with our current level of technology, even in another 100 years."

"Get out!" James Manfield didn’t understand why his son kept provoking him today; what might happen next was anyone’s guess.

The Mysterious Man turned and walked away, and his eagerness to disassociate himself caught James Manfield’s attention, prompting him to call out once more.

"Remember, you are my son, not his, not Yuzo Joel’s. I sent you to be by his side, not to become part of his family! I am your father!"

"Heh."

"Everything that JR will have in the future is yours, just listen to your father, understand?"

What answered him was the Mysterious Man’s retreating back, not even bothering to turn around. The older the child grew, the more unfathomable his thoughts became to James Manfield, who felt his sickness being triggered again. Using a woman to release stress during emotional loss of control was more appropriate than ever...

"Call Molly Palmer in!"

"Understood."

Exiting the suffocating room, it was only when he saw the blue sky outside that the Mysterious Man finally took a deep breath. The urge inside him to burn wood grew even stronger, and he wanted nothing more than to set fire to everything here. This almost insane idea only began to subside when he remembered the little face with the beauty mark who liked to push up her glasses.

The unremovable mask, the indelible origins; he had sent those fake answers to the twisted old man not because he cared much about Emma Clark, it’s just that...

She was indeed more fun to play with than burning wood.