Lahat ng Kabanata ng Living With My Lady Boss: Kabanata 1471 - Kabanata 1480

After giving it some thought, Jayla made up her mind and decided that she would reach out to Jacques Cee. Jacques was one of Westeria's top directors and the vice chairman of the film festival committee. The two of them had met at a film workshop, and Jacques had been very interested in Jayla. Of course, Jayla knew that the interest was purely physical, and had thus reciprocated with the bare minimum. She had gotten into the Morburn film festival, as well as a slot in the photo shoot station through Jacques. She would not even be qualified to show up otherwise. Jacques had arranged for a slot for her at the photo station, along with some fans to show up and take photos with her so that she would be better known in Westeria. However, Jayla knew that the bare minimum was not going to be enough to get into the banquet this time. She was going to have to give him the real thing. Jayla had had enough of getting nowhere with her fame and was determined to get into the banquet a

Jayla gritted her teeth, raising the glass and draining it. Her stomach turned at the first sip, and she heaved as the putrid odor rushed to her head and she verged on throwing up. Yet Jacques said, "You're going to lose everything if you dare spit it out." Jayla closed her eyes, swallowing the vomit that threatened to surface before she raised her head to smile at Jacques. Jacques flashed a wide grin. "Nicely done, bitch. Now get yourself cleaned up for me." Jayla headed into the bathroom, brushing her teeth and showering before spraying on some perfume and re-emerging before Jacques. Jacques was already completely bare, lying on the sofa with a very visible indication that he was in the mood. Jayla smoldered at him, mounting him at once. A few minutes later, Jacques put his clothes back on as he smiled at Jayla's stained face. "That was a pretty good job. Get yourself ready, and I'll take you to the banquet. You'd better not get into any trouble, or you can forget abo

Brandon looked over at Wilbur. "Can you excuse me for a moment, Mister Penn? Let me prepare for this a little." "Of course." Wilbur smiled. Brandon left with Dillon and the others. Following that Wilbur and Elise were served an array of delicious snacks and coffee while they chatted and waited. Elise could not help but marvel at what she had just witnessed. This was what true power looked like, enough to tame a national president. The charm radiating off a man like this was positively irresistible. Elise gazed at Wilbur, nothing but pure adoration in her eyes. Just then, Jayla was waiting by the side of the banquet hall with her assistant nervously. She was heavily made up, sporting a sexy and revealing outfit. At the same time. Over on the outskirts of Morburn, in the basement of a mysterious-looking manor, a group of people was crowded around what seemed like a huge coffin, excitement, and nerves on their faces. The group ranged from all ages, all of them clad in mi

Abar and the others were beside themselves with excitement. The elder had been the most powerful man of his time five hundred years ago. It was a pity that he had run into two cultivators, a married couple from Dasha. A battle had broken out between the two parties. The two cultivators were extremely powerful and vicious, heavily wounding the elder and wiping out the elites of the clan. With no other choice, the clan could only admit defeat. The elder had used the last of his spiritual energy to forge this coffin for himself, sealing himself in it and merely leaving behind a way to revive him. Fifteen generations later, the Faste clan had drained their family's resources and reawakened the elder once more. After all that, the first thing he had said was that he was going to have the world bow to his feet. This meant that Elder had clearly fully recovered and had even increased in power. After all, this had cost the clan fifteen generations of effort and time. The thou

Elise felt like she had no place here either, thus dropping the comment. The words, however, seemed to strike a nerve in Jayla. She flew to her feet, eyeing Jayla coldly. "I was invited by the vice chairman of the film festival committee! Are you saying I don't have the right to be here?" "So what if I am?" Elise refused to back down either. Jayla flushed an ugly shade of purple, like a child who had been caught stealing. "I'm telling you, you don't want to mess with me. Remember what you said!" Jayla shouted. Elise snorted. "Who do you think you're scaring?" Elise came from a family worth billions and was standing right next to Wilbur. She definitely had way more of a right to be here compared to Jayla. Just as Jayla was about to reply, Jacques came over with a frown. "What's going on here?" "Mister Jacques, these two have been extremely disrespectful. I don't think personalities like this should even be at this banquet. In fact, I suspect they snuck in here. I hope