My Fabulous Girl Boss by Evergreen novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111At the Allen mansion, Tuckson was resting with his eyes closed in the study. Suddenly, a middle-aged man barged into the study, his face pale.Slowly, Tuckson opened his eyes and asked, “What is it?” “Sir…” The middle-aged man got down on his knees fearfully. He dared not to say what he was going to say next. Tuckson squinted his eyes and stared at the middle-aged man coldly. Then, with a deep but regal voice, he said, “Speak!”“Sir Allen and… his son are dead!”Tucson had always been known as someone who could keep his composure no matter what happened. However, when he heard what the middle-aged man had said, his pupils constricted. “Who did it?” he asked, his voice filled with rage.“K… Kayson.” “Kayson…” Tuckson’s expression was dark. “What about Samuel?” “Mr. Fothergill is dead too! And Master Jo! Kayson killed them all!”“That’s impossible!” Tuckson said, his face filled with disbelief. He could accept Tony’s death since Tony was not one of the strongest fighters of the Allens, even though he was quite powerful in his own right.However, he couldn’t accept it at all when he found out that Master Jo was dead.After all, Master Jo was a master of manipulating inner energy. No one could match his skills. in Clouspring. Unless… Kayson was stronger than him!When the thought popped into Tuckson’s mind, he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.“Okay, I got it. You’re dismissed.”“There… is one more thing…” “What is it?” Tuckson frowned deeply.“Kayson said that five workers were dead because of Young Master Hector, and he demanded that the Allens pay each of them $15,000,000.”“Nonsense!” Tuckson growled, his face red with anger. “Does he really think we Allens are a bunch of pushovers? Does he really think we can’t find someone better than him at using inner energy? How dare he demand an exorbitant price just because of a few lowly lives? Ignorant fool! I must show him that there will always be someone who’s stronger than him!”Tuckson got to his feet and exited the study.He drove his car until he reached the woods behind the mansion.Standing in front of a cave, he shouted, “Master Wood, I’m Tuckson Allen, and I need yourhelp!”“What is it?” A wizened voice erupted from the cave.“My brother was killed by someone who’s suspected to be a master of inner energy. I hope you will come out of the mountain and help me kill him!”“$50,000,000!” The voice came again.“Deal!” Tuckson replied without any hesitation.“Give me his photo and basic information. Come and claim his head tomorrow evening.”Tuckson bowed before him respectfully, “Sure! Thank you very much, Master Wood.”After Kayson left Hector’s mansion, he returned to the company. Just as he was about to enter the building, someone called his name.“Mr. Yarde! Mr. Yarde!!Kayson turned his head around and frowned.“You again?”The man who had called his name was none other than Gabriel. “Mr. Yarde! You’ve got to help me!”Gabriel got down on his knees, even though everyone was looking at him with a strange look on their faces.Pa“I’m not your friend,” Kayson said.Just as he was about to turn his head around and ignore him, Gabriel added, “Mr. Yarde! Wilson and the Allens are joining forces to attack Wolfenden Corp. Are you sure you don’t want to hear about that?”Kayson stopped in his tracks and frowned. “What’s it about?”Gabriel let out a sigh of relief and continued hastily. “The Allens sent someone to take over the forces left by Sir Horacio.“After that person rose to power, the first thing he did was ask us to investigate Sadie’s schedule and your information.“I couldn’t betray you, so I came here to inform you.”“When did I say you were my subordinate?” Kayson squinted his eyes.

Chapter 111

At the Allen mansion, Tuckson was resting with his eyes closed in the study. Suddenly, a middle-aged man barged into the study, his face pale.

Slowly, Tuckson opened his eyes and asked, “What is it?” “Sir…” The middle-aged man got down on his knees fearfully. He dared not to say what he was going to say next. Tuckson squinted his eyes and stared at the middle-aged man coldly. Then, with a deep but regal voice, he said, “Speak!”

“Sir Allen and… his son are dead!”

Tucson had always been known as someone who could keep his composure no matter what happened. However, when he heard what the middle-aged man had said, his pupils constricted.

“Who did it?” he asked, his voice filled with rage.