My Fabulous Girl Boss

Chapter 642

Silvan was surprised. “Something‘s happened to the main family? That‘s impossible. They‘re so strong...”

Kayson shook his head. Were the Killicks strong? He might have agreed in the beginning, but now... Forget it. The Killicks were the last among the six major families, and their position was worse in Skyspring.

Those who did not know them overestimated the Killicks, while those who did barely wanted to regard them.

About 20 minutes passed while they ate. Then, a group of men came in. The leader of the group looked arrogant when he glanced at Kayson and his company, and then his lackeys went over to the other tables to chase the patrons away. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

The restaurant manager hurried out to pander to him, but while he seemed to be talking, the young man slapped him directly.

“Scram! One more word and I‘ll make sure the authorities shut your shop tomorrow!”

The manager blanched at the threat and dared not make any more noise.

All the patrons were chased away–except those at Kayson‘s table.

Silvan looked like he had eaten a frog. He knew that these people were there for him, so he looked anxious and troubled.” Mr. Yarde...”

“Don‘t worry,” Kayson told him plainly.

Silvan could only force himself to calm down.

The arrogant young man walked over while his lackey quickly pulled a chair over for him to sit. He first glanced at Vivian and grinned. “You‘re so pretty. Give me your number!”

Vivian‘s grandfather was a martial arts grandmaster, and thanks to her grandfather‘s protection, she had been bold since she was a child. She shook her head calmly. “No, thanks . I‘m not

exactly interested.”

“Hah, I‘m afraid this isn‘t an issue of interest... Never mind, you‘ll be taken care of later.”

The young man reeled back his gaze, ignored Kayson, and looked at Silvan. He said proudly, “I’m Ricken Osborn of the Osborn Family. Silvan Killick, you‘re not based in Skyspring, but you know who I am.”

Silvan was appalled. The Osborns?!

“M–Mr... Osborn...”

Ricken chuckled. “Silvan, the way you‘re fleeing... You‘re really a police officer , no doubt about that. My men went after you the whole day and still couldn‘t capture you.”

“You‘re the one who sent someone to run over my parents ?!” Silvan was enraged.

“Hey, hey, hey! You can‘t throw accusations around like this!”

Ricken huffed disdainfully, “I actually just want you to hand over

your family‘s company and transfer it to me. Then, you can get the hell back to Clouspring.

“Otherwise ... I can’t guarantee you‘ll be safe wherever you go.”

Silvan clenched his fists. As expected, Ricken was the one who had planned his parents‘ accident. He took a deep breath and said, “I won‘t pass the company to you.”

Ricken squinted and scoffed, “And you think you get to decide? Hah!”

Ricken‘s lackeys moved right away to drag Silvan out. Just as the latter was about to fight back, he was overpowered. Then, Kayson moved while he was still in shock.

Squelch! Kayson threw a fork out, and the cutlery went through the arm holding Silvan‘s head.

“Argh!” The lackey whose arm was penetrated by the fork cried on the spot.

Ricken widened his eyes. “A fighter ? Flynn, you‘re needed here!”

A fresh, clean–looking young man around 23–24 years old stepped out at the holler.