My Fabulous Girl Boss by Evergreen novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382

Both bodyguards looked at Gabriel, but their gazes were impassive. Gabriel gnashed his teeth and plastered on a menacing expression as he led his men over.

One of the guards stopped him and asked flatly, “Can I help you?”

Gabriel’s expression was dark as he answered, “I’m looking for Ms. Wanda Wainwright.”

The bodyguard rejected him swiftly. “No one’s allowed inside without Mr. Perez’s permission.”

Gabriel was not as scared since he had Kayson’s support, so he said, “I don’t care about Mr. Perez. Mr. Yarde’s asked me to come here for Ms. Wainwright.

“Consider this a warning from me. If anything happens to Ms. Wainwright, Mr. Yarde will never let you off the hook.”

Both bodyguards smirked disdainfully.

“Scrar!”

Without a second word, the bodyguard who stopped Gabriel yelled and punched him.

“F*ck! He punched Gabriel! Get him, bros!”

The men Gabriel had brought were all close to him. There was no way they would just sit

around seeing that he was hit.

The bodyguards wore a cold look. “Ignorant idiots. You’re seeking your own death!”

They moved fast like lightning as sounds of collision rang incessantly. Gabriel’s men were all beaten up in the blink of an eye.

Horacio was domineering and aggressive, and only a savage like him with influence and ability could run a gang in a place like Clouspring. As for Gabriel… he was being polite by addressing him as Mr. Bayfield. Martin would have called him Gabriel directly if he could not be bothered with him.

Gabriel scowled. “Martin, I’m not joking with you.”

Martin was quiet for a bit before he said, “Alright, come with me.”

Gabriel nodded and bowed slightly. He glanced at the bodyguards who hit him and remembered his face.

There was an arrogant and wild man who seemed to have drunk quite a lot in the room, wrapping his arms around some women. There were a few others beside him. Gabriel did not know Wanda, but he recognized who she was at a glance. The prettiest in the room must be her. He was just about to speak when he was kicked on his behind and fell to the floor.

Enraged, he turned back to scold, “Martin, you—” Martin kicked his face and snarled, “Martin? F*ck, I was nice, and you really think you’re Sir Horacio? “No one’s bothered with a piece of trash like you when Sir Horacio was around. Do you really think you can replace him now that he’s not around anymore? “It’s Mr. Jorge for you, get it? Only the late Sir Horacio could call me by my name in Clouspring! Who the f*ck do you think you are, Gabriel!?”

Gabriel was bleeding everywhere on his head after a good beating. Mr. Perez, who had his arms full with women drawled, “Alright, stop it! It’s too noisy!”