Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1495 - 1467: Come On, Make a Fuss

Chapter 1495: Chapter 1467: Come On, Make a Fuss

Molly Palmer gathered her thoughts and went to open the door, where Kiara and Fox Cat were standing outside.

Kiara nodded at Fox Cat, "You can retreat now, ’Protector of Flowers.’ It’s time for a women’s conversation."

"Can’t I be a friend to women?"

"No, you can’t!"

Fine then, Fox Cat turned and left.

"You—" Molly didn’t quite understand why Kiara had come to see her.

In this place, Kiara’s behavior was relatively unfree; wherever she went, she had to be followed by Fox Cat. If not Fox Cat, then another one of Matt Bailey’s lackeys. Fox Cat’s action of bringing Kiara over was immediately reported back to Matt Bailey by those secretly watching.

"Boss, is it okay for her not to have anyone else with her?"

No need to worry with Molly around. Aside from the Young Boss, Molly is the most trustworthy," Matt Bailey had assured them.

"But our previous investigation showed that Emma Clark is extremely skilled at brainwashing. We’re worried—"

"Worried about what? Even if that little girl has extraordinary abilities, could she really turn all of my loyal subordinates against me in such a short time after losing her memory? You need to be less rigid in your thinking, get it?"

He was a man who aimed to be like a Creator God; he didn’t believe a girl with memory loss could stir up much trouble—after all, her test results had shown that her hippocampus, the memory area of the brain, was indeed damaged, hadn’t they?

Believing in data creates everything, no problem there.

Kiara entered Molly’s room, ignoring the wary look in Molly’s eyes, and surveyed the place from top to bottom.

"Looks like your style, quite clean."

Twins really are different, huh? Aka’s room is often a mess like a dog’s kennel, with things thrown everywhere and she doesn’t even let anyone touch them. The weirdest part is that if you clean up for her, she would definitely not be able to find her stuff.

Mr. Zoel was someone with a mild obsession for cleanliness. Every time he saw Aka’s room in that state, he couldn’t help but clean it himself, but then Aka would not be able to find her things and would yell at him. Over time, Mr. Zoel also learned to stay calm.

Thinking of the amusingly quarrelsome pair, Mrs. Kiara couldn’t help but smile knowingly.

"What are you smiling about?" Molly felt uneasy with her smile.

"I don’t know, it’s just that when I come to you, it’s like another you appears in my head, just bits and pieces of daily life. You know, someone with ’amnesia’ has a hard time maintaining a complete train of thought, I can’t remember anything either."

Right, she had amnesia; she probably couldn’t cause any real trouble.

Molly steadied her mind. She had been unwilling to accept her loss to Kiara in their last competition, and yet, when alone, she couldn’t help but think back to the shock of their confrontation. In fact, ever since her showdown with Mrs. Kiara, Molly often felt inexplicably emotional. Even now, with Kiara’s memory loss, standing in front of her still felt oppressive. Hearing Kiara speak of another her, Molly suddenly thought of Aka.

"Another me... what’s she like?"

"A total mess. Doesn’t tidy up the house, likes to eat all sorts of junk, and yells like a ghost when hungry."

It had to be Aka.

"Heh, what a trashy life."

When under stress, Molly would imitate Aka. Having a complete report on Aka, she found it hard to understand how someone could live so lazily, like trash; the imitation didn’t feel right to her.

"To you, it’s trash, but to me, it seems rather happy. Are you happy?"

"Are you sick?" Jumping straight in and asking people if they’re happy—do I know you?

Kiara wasn’t surprised by her reaction. Poking at someone’s heart usually gets a quick retort; it’s human instinct. But planting seeds is about casting a wide net to capture the big fish; leave a seed behind, and sooner or later it will grow into a forest.

Just a matter of time.

"I am sick, I’ve lost my memory, remember?"

"Did you really... forget everything?" How come she doesn’t seem any less capable of fighting?

"You have to believe in data," said Kiara. "According to the vast amount of test results, I have amnesia. Don’t you believe your own big data?"

This statement was deadly.

Believing that scientific data can change everything was a fundamental tenant of Matt Bailey’s method of controlling and brainwashing the people here.

Everyone’s faith here was built upon that very foundation.

As expected, after Mrs. Kiara spoke, Molly believed her again.

Right, she had lost her memory, what was there to fear?

"What do you want with me?" Molly asked.

"Nothing much, just wanted to play a game with you. It’s really boring just sitting around," Kiara replied.

"What game?" Molly couldn’t forget how she had been killed twice by that guy the last time.

Once before the competition and once during it.

Actually, Molly hadn’t counted the bet they made before, which would make it a triple kill.

"How about a little psychology-related game?" Mrs. Kiara tried to push up her glasses again, only to grasp at air.

Alright, the feeling of having one’s nearsightedness forcibly cured wasn’t all that great.

But life is about learning to be calm and to adapt to circumstances, isn’t it? Even if one falls into a wolf’s den, one should still manage to pull out some wolf teeth to use for oneself.

"I don’t want to play," Molly said, always feeling a bit uneasy about looking Kiara directly in the eyes.

"Oh, then never mind, it’s okay. Since you’re even afraid to take on the game of a person with amnesia, I’ll find someone else— I’ll look for Fox Cat, he isn’t scared of me even with my amnesia. It seems this big data science isn’t any use after all, the test results and such are completely inaccurate."

"Come back!"

Kiara turned to face Molly with a sly smile, then spun around with an air of earnest righteousness.

"What is it?"

"I am not scared! I just didn’t want to play with you, that’s all," Molly retorted.

"Mm-hmm, you’re inherently doubtful of the big data. That’s why you don’t want to play."

"You’re substituting concepts!"

"I’m stating facts, but forget it, don’t feel obligated to invite me back to lie down. Maybe I can dream of that version of you in my dreams. Maybe the things you’re afraid to do, that version isn’t. After all, someone who’s overly cautious and lacks a sense of self can’t compare to someone genuine and who goes about things in her own way."

"Who says I can’t match her! What do you want to play?"

Kiara seemed to hear it, the ding-dong, your fish has taken the bait, please pay attention to the line-tension warning sound.

"A psychological game, very simple. The game’s name is ’Who Am I.’ Have you heard of it?"

"You’re using a game that to fool kindergartners on me?"

Molly felt her IQ was being insulted.

This game was not unfamiliar to those studying psychology, as it’s a common choice for public lectures in schools. To professional psychologists, it’s just something to entertain children with.

The content involves giving participants a piece of paper to write down the kind of personality they think they have, and then acting it out. After everyone has performed, they swap papers and act out someone else’s personality, afterwards writing on the back of the paper what they understood about the character they portrayed.

This is to help the participants understand themselves, as the self you perceive and the you others see probably are as far apart as Taobao’s product photos and the actual product.

Now, hearing that Kiara wanted to play this with her, Molly felt her intelligence and her profession were both being mocked.

Kiara blinked, "You must be considerate of someone with amnesia. I have amnesia now, and I can only remember this kind of game. You have to trust your big data. Data can change everything, right?... Hehe!"