My Fabulous Girl Boss

My Fabulous Girl Boss By Evergreen Chapter 716

Chapter 716 Bryson's pupils constricted abruptly as if he was astounded thatKayson could tell he wasinjured. On the other hand, Hank and the other chiefs turned pale with shock.novelbin

“The president is a warlord, yet he has actually been injured?’ Brysoninhaled a deep breath. “Yarde...Mr. Yarde is actually capable of noticing that. May I inquire if you're doing it through your mindexpansion or a doctor's point of view?" "Doctor." Upon hearing that, Bryson's eyes lit up. Then, hebowed in a respectful manner under the shocked, watchful eyes of the three chiefs. “If you can tell thatI'm injured, I believe that you'll certainly be able to treat me. Please provide treatment for me, Mr.Yarde!” Kayson shook his head. “Why would I treat your injury? What if you were to avenge Terry bykilling me after curing you?" Bryson's expression changed drastically, and he said in a gloomy tone,"What you've said... I have no idea how I can dispel your concern either. “I can only give you a weak,verbal assurance... “However, I'm begging you to treat my injury, and I'll pay for it. You can name theprice and consider it a business deal.” Hank hastily said, “Mr. Yarde, the president will never break hispromise after making one, and you can trust him on that. I will also vouch for the president!” Brysonwas astonished to hear Hank's remark. Perhaps he had not expected that Hank would stand up forhim. “Mr. Yarde, the president is not a bad person. I can vouch for him with my life that he will neverreturn kindness with ingratitude!” Hank spoke with a solemn expression and a hopeful gaze. Uponnoticing the situation , Kayson pondered for a brief moment before he said, “I shall provide treatment toMr. Yost out of respect for you, Mr. Veal.” Bryson's body shook once. He bowed down in haste andexpressed his gratitude by saying, “Thank you, sir!" Bryson lived in the back loft that Kayson noticedearlier. Kayson had paid great attention to the loft because he noticed Bryson's presence there. The lofthad all sorts of collections, such as precious manuals, weapons, and medicinal herbs. Hank followedthem to the loft as well. He had managed to rise to the highest level in one step from being the StygianHall's chief to the president's hot shot. After arriving at the loft and taking a seat, Bryson asked in apolite tone, "How would you like me to work with you during the treatment, Mr. Yarde?” Kayson said,“Sit cross-legged and remove your top.” Bryson did as he was told while Kayson inserted a few silverneedles onto his chest and back. Then, he headed downstairs to get some medicinal herbs from the

medicinal herbs storage level and summoned Hank to make a concoction. Kayson did not do anythingelse after inserting the needles. He asked, “You got injured fighting a smasher, right?" “You're verywise, Mr. Yarde. That is how I got injured, indeed. The person is much more powerful than me, andperhaps I would've died had I not run fast enough." Bryson heaved a sigh continuously. “A warlord ispowerful but still much weaker as compared to a smasher.” Kayson did not comment further. Asmasher could be described as an individual who had crossed the threshold of divinity and could not becompared to a warlord. He channeled evergreene energy into the concoction as he crushed themedicinal herbs. Bryson was a skilled fighter, so his senses were not sensitive enough for him to detectanything unusual with Kayson's action. However, if Kayson were to channel the evergreene energy intoBryson's body, Bryson would surely notice it no matter how dull he was. The evergreene energy couldbe described as Kayson's trump card, so he would never expose it to others easily. It did not take longbefore Kayson rolled the crushed medicinal herbs into a pill that he gave to Bryson so he couldconsume it with the cooked concoction. Then, he began to change the location of his needles onpurpose. About an hour passed before Bryson's eyes lit up with radiance! Bryson's body then exuded agush of terrifying, powerful aura, blowing away all the dust under his seat.