My Fabulous Girl Boss

Chapter 20

Kayson paused as an icy glint flashed across his eyes. Like an arrow released from the bow, he sprang forward and kicked Mason. The latter fell to the couch with a heavy thud before the couch collapsed under the weight and force.

“Argh!” Mason let out a pained cry before he coughed up blood. –

“Goodness!” Admiration glittered in Reva‘s eyes. She was dumbstruck. She did not know that Kayson was actually this awesome!

The whole bar was left with pained groans and a few underlings who dared not make a move. Kayson checked Easton and realized that the latter had suffered serious internal injuries. Apparently, he must h ave been beaten up brutally, but his life was not at risk.

“Send Easton and the others to the hospital.”

Reva snapped out of her trance and replied timidly, “Can we not go to the hospital? We dare not let our families know…”

Kayson frowned, helpless against Reva‘s pitiful expression. “Send them to Bwell Therapeutics then.” “ Okay!”

Reva quickly went to help prop Easton up when Kayson told her, “Bring the car over. I‘ll carry > them.”

With her face stained with tear tracks, the girl quickly ran off.

After Kayson got them in the car, they departed for Bwell Therapeutics.

Mason, who took a long time to recover after they left, pulled out his phone at once. He called a numbe r and growled while coughing blood, “Gabriel! I don‘t care what you‘re doing right now! Take the best m en you have and go to Bwell Therapeutics!”

“Nutcase!”

Gabriel tossed his phone to the side, cursing. He had gotten a woman to vent his frustration immediately after leaving Tyron‘s birthday party the previous night. He had not even gotten u p properly right now when he received the great Mr. Mason Gillete‘s call. Horacio had just died, and he had yet to take over the connections and territories Horacio had left. ‘Can this rich heir like take a break or something?‘

Despite Gabriel‘s curses, he had to listen to Mason still since he depended on the Gillete Group. Hence , he called his lackeys and asked them to go to Bwell Therapeutics, wondering which blind fool had offe nded the rich heir.

Kayson had already called Lindsy on the way to ask her to close Bwell Therapeutics for the day to take in Easton and friends. There was no way that Lindsy would reject his request.

Soon, they arrived at Bwell Therapeutics, and Lindsy became anxious upon seeing the blood on Kayso n. She only recomposed herself when she realized that Kayson was not the injured party. Lindsy helpe d take care of superficial wounds, disinfect them, take the group‘s temperature, concoct some medicine , and move speedily through them all. As for Kayson, he grabbed some herbs to cook them while Reva sat stiffly like she was a little lost.

Lindsy asked in worry, “Kayson, what happened?”

As she spoke, the engine sound of motorbikes and cars sounded noisily at the door.

Lindsy checked the surveillance monitor and paled instantly.

There were at least 20– 30 people outside of Bwell Therapeutics. A furious man stepped out of the crowd as he yelled, “Gabriel Bayfield! Where the f*ck are

you!?”

“Mr. Gillete! Here!” Gabriel, who had finally rushed his way there, approached with an apologetic smile. Mason pointed at Bwell Therapeutics‘ door and snarled, “Crash this f*cking place, or you can get your * ss off Horacio‘s place!”

Gabriel was pissed. After all, he was being ordered around in front of so many of his lackeys but could not say anything.

“Don‘t worry, Mr. Gillete! I‘ll make sure the job is done and dusted!” Gabriel replied with an obsequious smile before he hollered, “What are you guys still waiting for? Hurry–” When the roller shutters went up and a person wearing a bloodstained shirt walked out, Gabriel‘s voice stopped a bruptly.

It was as if thunder had struck Gabriel, and he trembled when he took in the nonchalant face.

“It‘s you?” Kayson chuckled. This smile seemed as scary as a grim reaper‘s smile to Gabriel. “M– Mr. Yarde…” Gabriel‘s legs were giving out.

How Horacio had died was still stuck in his mind. How could he not be scared when he ran into Kayson again now?

Kayson asked faintly, “You‘re going to take me out?”

Gabriel jumped before he quickly cleared his name. “Nothing like that! Mr. Yarde, this is a misunderstan ding!”

“Gabriel, you sc*m! What are you doing?!” Mason was infuriated. What did the piece of trash mean? Ka yson grinned. “Since you‘re not here against me, you‘re here to help me then?” He pointed at Mason a nd said leisurely, “Take him out, or you won‘t get to leave this place today.”

Mason widened his eyes. Things did not seem right! NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

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Suddenly, Mason was kicked and fell to the ground. He looked at Gabriel in disbelief and growled, “Sc* m! How dare you lay a finger on me!? Have you f*cking gone crazy!?”

Gabriel was silent. Was it important if he took over Horacio‘s place? Yes! But his life was even more important!

Kayson could already kill skilled people like Horacio and The Quad Falcons. Even if Gabriel replaced Horacio with Mason‘s support, so wliat? Pow er and wealth would mean nothing when he was no longer alive!

Gabriel swung up a steel bar and hurled it down.

“Ahh!”

Agonized cries resonated in front of the medical center.

A few minutes later, Mason lay on the ground on the brink of death.

Gabriel was pale when he looked at Kayson. “Mr. Yarde… is this okay?”

Kayson nodded. “Clean up a bit, and you can go.” “Okay!”

Kayson turned and went back inside.

Lindsy popped her head to peek outside and asked softly, “Are they… Are they leaving soon?” “Don‘t wo

she was. , “Oh…” Lindsy breathed in relief.

A while later, Gabriel left with his underlings.

Since the herbs were not ready yet, Kayson ground up a few other herbs to make some poultice. The ta

The previous night, the group had been drinking in the bar, and Easton had seen Mason spiking a high s

Mason was Wilson‘s son, and his men had all been at the bar. As such, Easton and his friends were nat

While Kayson thought about it, Reva looked at him in trouble before asking in a bare whisper, “Kayson, can you keep the fight a secret for us?