Chapter 144: My Fabulous Girl Boss By Evergreen Chapter 143

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.He had three older seniors who

were like his uncles, and the one in front of him was the oldest one among the three, Atticus

Goldman.Lincoln had only asked his senior, Rowan, to come along back then, but Atticus claimed

that he needed to 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 in Clouspring

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, the extended 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 a practitioner when he was younger, and we fought before.” was defeated back then,

and he’s really something. “Since I'm here today, I shall redress the humiliation of my loss back

then!” Lincoln pandered to him. “Bradley Walton will surely be incapacitated if 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 just overthinking it—" A

loud noise came from the gate outside of the mansion.Hogan sobered up while Bradley, who felt a

strong presence, looked appalled. “Bradley Walton! Come on out and meet your old friend!” said a

loud, powerful voice. Bradley sprang up abruptly. It was an intimidating presence. He hurried 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 man before 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, leaving a fitting tank on him. His slightly wrinkly skin tensed suddenly as if he had

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

he charged forward, launching a powerful palm strike on Atticus.There was a low-toned collision,

but Atticus was unaffected.Bradley’s face fell as blood trickled out of the corner of his lips due to the

rebounding force that shocked his internal organs. “You...” Bradley was in disbelief.”Looks like

you've abandoned practice 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.

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.

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

among the three, Atticus Goldman.

Lincoln had only asked his senior, Rowan, to come along back then, but Atticus claimed that he

needed to 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 in

Clouspring 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, the

extended 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 a practitioner 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 the

humiliation of my loss back then!” Lincoln pandered to him. “Bradley Walton will surely be

incapacitated if 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 just overthinking it—" A loud noise came from the gate outside of the

mansion.Hogan sobered up while Bradley, who felt a strong presence, looked appalled. “Bradley

Walton! Come on out and meet your old friend!” said a loud, powerful voice. Bradley sprang up

abruptly. It was an intimidating presence. He hurried 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 man

before 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,

leaving a fitting tank on him. His slightly wrinkly skin tensed suddenly as if he had 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 he charged

forward, launching a powerful palm strike on Atticus.There was a low-toned collision, but Atticus

was unaffected.Bradley's face fell as blood trickled out of the corner of his lips due to the

rebounding force that shocked his internal organs. “You...” Bradley was in disbelief.”Looks like

you've abandoned practice 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.