My Fabulous Girl Boss

Chapter 589

Kayson left the Tinsley Mansion after he gave them a prescription. 

He did not plan to return to Clouspring for the time being. Even though Michael wasn‘t there, the Whitmans wouldn‘t go down so easily. 

Regardless of who the Osborns had sent, they would need some time to finish their preparations before they could take any action. 

Right now, whoever dared go against the Wolfendens in Clouspring would be courting death. 

Not only was Wolfenden Corp. protected by a group of capitalists, but they also had the impregnable local forces on their side. Anyone who had the guts to go against them would be hitting a rock with an egg. 

Kayson fell into thought as he walked across the street. 

He could ask Waylon for help, but there would be a limit to it. Waylon wouldn‘t mind helping him with some trivial matters, but if the situation in Skyspring was revealed, there was a huge possibility that he wouldn‘t help him. 

Unless he got closer to Waylon... 

Someone from Skyspring was plotting against Sadie and her family. It seemed to him that it was a force to be reckoned with, but he did not know who they were. 

from the dark, judging from his relationship with Waylon right now, it was very likely that Waylon would choose to stand

Swenson, although he was a smasher, he had only promised Kayson that he would help him three times after Kayson had

Kayson was not an

head to head with a smasher, so in his opinion, a

only a step away from being a warlord. All I need is just an opportunity,‘ Kayson thought.

If he wanted to reach a higher realm of combat

become a warlord in their entire life

the opportunity was presented before them, their combat prowess would increase by leaps

understanding

“Kayson!” 

out, pulling Kayson out of his thoughts. He raised his head and looked toward the source of

“It‘s you...” 

time, he thought it was normal for him to

who had called his name was none other than. Noelle. It seemed to him that she was rather happy right now. He couldn‘t see a single trace

not told her about the things that

well–dressed. She was a college student, and she was in her prime. She was pretty and able to draw the attention of a crowd, especially men, when