My Fabulous Girl Boss

Chapter 474

Judah Haden narrowed his eyes. “You know me… Who are you?” 

Talia said, “I… I’m Talia Hall, and my father is the chairman of Hall Furnishing…” “Ah, you’re the daughter of Mr. Hall, huh?” Judah sniggered in a bantering manner. “I heard that you’ve been targeted by Craig, right? You’re already in trouble yet have the courage to offend me. You must think that your father is very impressive, huh?” Talia’s face turned ghastly pale. ‘Craig Grant? He’s the son of the Breezy Group’s chairman and the company’s vice chairman.” Kayson massaged the area between his eyebrows and looked toward Violet. “Are you his girlfriend?” 

Violet was weeping. “I was his girlfriend for some time. Then, I discovered that he was only fooling around without any intention to marry me, so I dumped him.” 

Judah sneered and said, “I spent so much money on you, yet I didn’t even get to hold your hand. You must think that I’m one for you to take advantage of, huh?” 

Violet said angrily, “I didn’t spend your money, nor did I ever accept any of your gifts!” Judah said in a domineering tone, “What a joke. Any gift I got you is considered money I spent on you whether you accept the gift or not!” Kayson came to understand the situation. He looked at Judah and said, “Did you beat up my friends here?” 

distress

smashed it on his head with a loud bang. Judah covered his bleeding head and let out an agonizing scream. Another bang was heard. Kayson smashed two beer

kill him! F*ck!”

forward in a crowd, but Kayson sent them flying everywhere with a few punches and slaps

surroundings were startled. Some got up and ran out of the bar

not expect that Kayson was so skilled at fighting. He snarled, “I want you dead, you b *stard! Just

would be so valiant that he would beat them up

They were not severely injured, but they had lost consciousness because they were

you $150,000!” Mr. Tate’s expression turned somber. He was about to give his subordinates the order to beat up Kayson when the latter asked, “Are you acquainted with Jairo Hunt?” Mr. Tate’s pupils constricted in fear, and he said, “Of course. Who