My Fabulous Girl Boss

My Fabulous Girl Boss By Evergreen Chapter 143

Chapter 143 “Oh yeah, Atticus, you mentioned that you have something personal to take care of herein Clouspring. Can you tell us now?” Lincoln asked curiously.He had three older seniors who were likehis uncles, and the one in front of him was the oldest one among the three, Atticus Goldman.Lincolnhad only asked his senior, Rowan, to come along back then, but Atticus claimed that he needed to goto Clouspring as well and came with him. He had not said what it was for.“To kill someone,” Atticusanswered impassively. Lincoln and Rowan were surprised. “Who in Clouspring requires your personalattention?” How could a small place like Clouspring have master–level bigshots? “Clouspring isn‘t afamous place, but it‘s interesting,” said Atticus. “Titus Wood, Bradley Walton, the extended family of theWolfenden, and the one I want to kill this time.” Lincoln asked in astonishment, “Bradley Walton… theold patriarch of the Waltons?” “That‘s right,” replied Atticus. “Bradley was a practitioner when he wasyounger, and we fought before.“I was defeated back then, and he’s really something. “Since I‘m heretoday, I shall redress the humiliation of my loss back then!” Lincoln pandered to him. “Bradley Waltonwill surely be incapacitated if not dead with your attack!”As they spoke, the car sped out of the highwayinto Clouspring.At the Waltons…For some reason, Bradley was on pins and needles with a sense offoreboding. “Father, what‘s wrong?” “I keep feeling like something‘s going to happen today.” Hoganchuckled. “You‘re just overthinking it—” A loud noise came from the gate outside of the mansion.Hogansobered up while Bradley, who felt a strong presence, looked appalled. “Bradley Walton! Come on outand meet your old friend!” said a loud, powerful voice. Bradley sprang up abruptly. It was anintimidating presence. He hurried out while his guards surrounded the three men currently stepping onthe fallen gate.“You‘re…” Bradley could not recognize Atticus for a moment since both of them hadaged.Atticus asked flatly, “You can‘t recognize me anymore?”Bradley took some time to study the manbefore he widened his eyes. “Atticus Goldman!”“Not bad. Looks like you don‘t have dementia yet.”Atticus stood with his hands on his backand said plainly, “Bradley, I lost to you when we were younger.I‘m fighting you again today!”Bradley was silent for a few seconds before he replied, “Sure!” Atticusremoved his outerwear, leaving a fitting tank on him. His slightly wrinkly skin tensed suddenly as if hehad regained his youth.“Come on! Let‘s see how long you can last now!” Atticus‘ tone was confident.

“Looks like you must‘ve improved plenty to sound so smug!”Bradley‘s expression turned solemn as hecharged forward, launching a powerful palm strike on Atticus.There was a low–toned collision, butAtticus was unaffected.Bradley‘s face fell as blood trickled out of the corner of his lips due to therebounding force that shocked his internal organs. “You…” Bradley was in disbelief.“Looks like you‘veabandoned practice now!” Atticus commented briefly with an aloof gaze before he threw his upper bodyforward. Bradley stumbled back, his left hand holding his right wrist with a bloodied palm.

Chapter 143

“Oh yeah, Atticus, you mentioned that you have something personal to take care of here in Clouspring.Can you tell us now?” Lincoln asked curiously.novelbin

He had three older seniors who were like his uncles, and the one in front of him was the oldest oneamong the three, Atticus Goldman.

Lincoln had only asked his senior, Rowan, to come along back then, but Atticus claimed that he neededto go to Clouspring as well and came with him. He had not said what it was for.

“To kill someone,” Atticus answered impassively. Lincoln and Rowan were surprised. “Who inClouspring requires your personal attention?” How could a small place like Clouspring have master–level bigshots?

“Clouspring isn‘t a famous place, but it‘s interesting,” said Atticus. “Titus Wood, Bradley Walton, theextended family of the Wolfenden, and the one I want to kill this time.” Lincoln asked in astonishment,“Bradley Walton… the old patriarch of the Waltons?” “That‘s right,” replied Atticus. “Bradley was apractitioner when he was younger, and we fought before.

“I was defeated back then, and he’s really something. “Since I‘m here today, I shall redress thehumiliation of my loss back then!” Lincoln pandered to him. “Bradley Walton will surely be incapacitatedif not dead with your attack!”As they spoke, the car sped out of the highway into Clouspring.At the

Waltons…For some reason, Bradley was on pins and needles with a sense of foreboding. “Father,what‘s wrong?” “I keep feeling like something‘s going to happen today.” Hogan chuckled. “You‘re justoverthinking it—” A loud noise came from the gate outside of the mansion.Hogan sobered up whileBradley, who felt a strong presence, looked appalled. “Bradley Walton! Come on out and meet your oldfriend!” said a loud, powerful voice. Bradley sprang up abruptly. It was an intimidating presence. Hehurried out while his guards surrounded the three men currently stepping on the fallen gate.“You‘re…”Bradley could not recognize Atticus for a moment since both of them had aged.

Atticus asked flatly, “You can‘t recognize me anymore?”Bradley took some time to study the manbefore he widened his eyes. “Atticus Goldman!”“Not bad. Looks like you don‘t have dementia yet.”Atticus stood with his hands on his backand said plainly, “Bradley, I lost to you when we were younger.I‘m fighting you again today!”

Bradley was silent for a few seconds before he replied, “Sure!” Atticus removed his outerwear, leavinga fitting tank on him. His slightly wrinkly skin tensed suddenly as if he had regained his youth.“Comeon! Let‘s see how long you can last now!” Atticus‘ tone was confident. “Looks like you must‘veimproved plenty to sound so smug!”Bradley‘s expression turned solemn as he charged forward,launching a powerful palm strike on Atticus.There was a low–toned collision, but Atticus wasunaffected.Bradley‘s face fell as blood trickled out of the corner of his lips due to the rebounding forcethat shocked his internal organs. “You…” Bradley was in disbelief.“Looks like you‘ve abandonedpractice now!” Atticus commented briefly with an aloof gaze before he threw his upper body forward.Bradley stumbled back, his left hand holding his right wrist with a bloodied palm.