My Fabulous Girl Boss by Evergreen novel Chapter 663

Chapter 663 “Scram.”

Quentin had disrupted his practice, which was hundreds and thousands of times more infuriating than being in the way of someone raking in profit. In ancient times, people might even have looked for his home to kill his family and vent their fury.

Both grandmasters were scowling, but they moved to the side obediently. There was no way they would want to die so abruptly. As for the other Osborn experts, they were cowering in a corner looking horrified.

Then, a few people came from the direction of the bedroom. Sir Osborn was in the center of the entourage, while the man walking ahead was Paxton, who had met Kayson.

Paxton barked once he saw Kayson, “Yarde, what are you doing here?!”

He looked enraged. “Didn‘t I transfer the money? How dare you come all the way here? You think the Osborns are pushovers ?!”

Kayson was unfazed. “Oh, it‘s you... I know, so whatever‘s between us is over.”

“Then why,”

Paxton was interrupted by Kayson. “I‘m here because something else happened tonight ... You‘re the man people call Sir Osborn, aren’t you?”

Sir Osborn was still calm and composed, as expected from

someone who had experienced his fair share of life. He asked.” Where‘s Quentin Wolke?”

“Dead,” Kayson answered.

Sir Osborn sighed. “I didn’t expect that he wouldn’t be able to kill you either. Looks like it‘ll take a Warlord to kill you.”

Paxton was surprised. He knew who Quentin was–he was the old man‘s bodyguard. It was said that he was already half a Smasher and was unimaginably skilled. Kayson had managed to kill him?

Kayson‘s mind expansion took over the whole Osborn residence as he asked, “Where‘s your family‘s Smasher?”

Sir Osborn frowned. “Why are you looking for him?”

“To kill him.”

Kayson shouted icily right after he spoke, the cry sounding like thunder that erupted above the whole Osborn residence.

“What brings you here, Mr. Windsor?” Kayson asked.

Swenson smiled. “I promised to help you three times. This is one of them.”

Kayson actually did not mind it. It was not like he had helped Swenson for this favor.

The Osborn Smasher climbed up to the roof as well, so they each stood at a corner.

Sir Osborn and the rest hurriedly bowed before him, but he only responded with a slight nod and smirked, looking at Kayson. “If it weren‘t for Swenson, I‘d have your head today.”

Kayson let out an “oh” sound and said, “Mr. Windsor, move aside. I‘d like to see this Osborn Smasher have my head.”

Swenson could not help wincing inwardly–as fearless as expected of young, naïve blood! He was a peak pre–celestial fighter, yet he had dared challenge a Smasher. Swenson thought

that if he were not there, Kayson would die again even if he had more lives to spare.