Lahat ng Kabanata ng Living With My Lady Boss: Kabanata 1551 - Kabanata 1560

"I've got a new girlfriend. We've been together three months, I'd feel awful leaving just like that." Landhor said at once, "You're right. How about this? I'll wire you a million dollars as compensation for her." "Thank you, Uncle Landhor. I'll get ready, then." "Okay." The call ended, and Landhor made another call to have someone wire a million dollars over to the account. Upon doing this, he sat back down on the couch with an ashen expression. "You're thick in the head if you think you can screw me over." … Over at the special forces' end, a few cars drove in slowly, and a lanky middle-aged man emerged from the Audi in the middle before being welcomed by Pembroke into his office. The both of them sat down, with a dozen men in black and no less than forty Special Forces officers at the door. "How's Clive?" "He's being detained, Mister Kowalt," said Pembroke. "I haven't done anything but wait for you to get here." Shane Kowalt fell silent for a beat before saying,

"Well, I look forward to working with you," Wilbur said, smiling as he extended a hand. Shane shook hands with Wilbur and left. No regular person would be able to even comprehend how something so complicated had been fixed just like that. After Shane was gone, Wilbur lit a cigarette. He did not expect to get so much out of this trip. The bangle, the flying dagger, and even Rocher Corp. Rocher Corp was worth billions of dollars, and Cape had hit the jackpot. Wilbur finished his cigarette, barking out a laugh before he strolled over to his room with his hands behind his back. The Nees brothers peeked at him walking, the glee was obvious in his stance. Of course, none of the brothers knew a thing about what had just happened. Considering who Shane was and the fact that he had come here personally to talk to Wilbur, it had to be something big. Shane left the manor and got into his car, calling Pembroke up to issue a warrant for Landhor's arrest. By the time Shane

Sarah's bodyguards rushed into the room, but Sarah dismissed them with a hand. "Get out." "Miss Sarah," the bodyguards said feebly. Sarah glowered at them. "I told you to get the f*ck out! Didn't you hear me?" The bodyguards retreated out of the room with no other choice. Sarah stared daggers at Donna. Donna finished peeling the orange, putting a wedge into her own mouth. "So sweet." She chewed slowly, fixing Sarah with an almost serene smile. A beat later, Sarah leaned back in her bed. "Go away. I never want to see you again." "Did you forget what you'd said before?" Donna smiled. "You said that all the men in the world are garbage, and all I did was prove that statement. That was what we swore in the first place. Surely you still remember, don't you?" "Go away. I don't want to see you," Sarah said emotionlessly. Donna got to her feet with a smile. "You've changed, and so have I. Who knows which one of us will end up with Wilbur Penn, huh?" She turned away and di

Wilbur finally flared up, snatching the knife out of Donna's hands and slamming it down on the table. "Drop the act. There is absolutely nothing going on between us, and you can forget about trying to make me look bad." Donna shook her head, rushing out of the room. Her sobs could still be heard from outside. Everyone else looked at each other, unsure what to do. They dug into their food with a sudden burst of gusto, desperate to break the tension in the air. Wilbur shook his head helplessly as he sat down. "There really isn't anything going on between the both of us. I don't know what's gotten into this lady, please don't overthink it." "Of course, of course," Warner and the others scrambled to nod. Internally, however, not a single one of them believed Wilbur. As if the two of them were innocent, judging from what had just happened. Yet none of them dared to say a word. The banquet reached its end eventually, with the air growing colder by the second. Just then, Wilbu

Wilbur chuckled, taking out his phone. "Would you believe me if I told you I'd be able to get Kamal to report to the Director of the Municipal Disciplinary Inspection Division on his own with just one phone call?" Landhor snorted loudly. "Who the hell do you even think you are, huh? You're full of shit." Even Shane and Pembroke found Wilbur's words a little hard to believe. Yes, Wilbur was a member of the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense, but how was that even possible? Wilbur calmly dialed Benjamin's number, putting the call on loudspeaker. The call connected not long after, and Benjamin's voice filled the air. "I thought you'd forgotten this old man altogether, kid." He sounded plenty annoyed. Wilbur chuckled. "Well, I remember you now, don't I? How have you been, Mister Grayson?" "My health's getting better by the day, but it's real lonely here now as I've got no one to drink with." Benjamin sounded like a petulant child throwing a tantrum. Wilbur snorte