My Fabulous Girl Boss

Chapter 11

Horacio Palfrey, is the top in Clouspring’s mafia world! Anyone with power and authority would have to greet him by ‘Sir Horacio’!” “Wilson Gillete asked him to kill Ms. Wolfenden?” Kayson asked again. “Why are you still so stupid when you already know everything?” Gabriel chuckled. Kayson smiled without saying anything. A while later, Gabriel took him to a suite. When they entered, Kayson saw a plump middle-aged man around 40 years old with numerous rings on his fingers sitting on the center couch. He was the so-called Sir Horacio, Horacio Palfrey. The four thugs who had ambushed Sadie yesterday stood behind him. These four people were Horacio’s right-hand men and were true thugs. People called them The Quad Falcons—the moniker of the one who was the leader of the group was Falcon himself. Horacio narrowed his eyes with a sharp gaze. “Falcon, this is the one who foiled my plan?” Falcon still felt his back throbbing as he answered in a deep tone, “Sir Horacio, that’s him! He’s skilled!” Horacio scoffed. “Skilled? So? Nothing beats weapons! All we have are ways to take him down!” Horacio then told Kayson directly, “Are you getting on your knees to beg for mercy, or are you fighting to the end?” Kayson smiled. “Me? I’m not choosing. You, though, what’s your choice?” Horacio harrumphed and sneered. “It looks like you’re determined to die. Let me send you on your way then!” Falcon and his men’s hands went to their back with that. The sight prompted Kayson to swing his hand up and flip the heavy stone table toward The Quad Falcons. The four men did not expect Kayson to be so savage that he would flip the table with his bare hands! The heavy table knocked them to the floor and caused them to cough blood under its weight. Horacio was stunned. He pulled out his phone to ask for backup with a shocked expression, but Kayson chortled and kicked him, sending him flying through the air. This Sir Horacio, who everyone found intimidating, was slammed against the wall. Kayson looked at the pale man calmly and asked, “Will you take revenge on me?” “Of course not…” Horacio answered shakily with the corners of his lips quivering. “You’re lying.” Kayson shook his head and delivered another kick, flipping the heavy table up again and causing it to land on Horacio. “Don’t kill me…” The fearful plea rang before a crisp crack sounded from Horacio’s body. The famous Sir Horacio died just like this. Before his death, his expression was a mix of regret and resentment. Kayson picked up a shard of glass from the floor and flicked it lightly while The Quad Falcons watched him in terror. “Have mercy—” The four men’s voices stopped abruptly. “Mercy my *ss. You