Semua Bab Living With My Lady Boss: Bab 321 - Bab 330

A cultivator did not usually care much about money, but they did care about precious ancient treasure. That was much, much harder to find compared to money. Cultivation methods, weapons, pills, and antidotes. Anything of that sort was important to a cultivator. Wilbur raised his brows. Who would have thought that something would actually come out of scaring the guy? He fell silent for a brief moment before saying, "Go on. I'm listening." Sensing Wilbur's interest, Skyler crawled up slowly and put on a mysterious expression. "I stumbled across these ancient remains a while back when I went to Jarlinville, but it was sealed shut with a powerful spell. I was afraid I might be getting myself in trouble, so I didn't go in. However, I'm sure you'll be able to do so since you're so powerful! Judging from the spell sealing it shut, I'm sure it's hiding something pretty good." "Heh. You didn't go in, or you weren't able to?" Wilbur mocked. Skyler flushed, saying nothing further. W

Faron chuckled. "It's a very misleading scene to walk into." "Exactly, Miss Yves. Did you consent to this? If you didn't, I can get the authorities involved in this," Elsa said seriously. Wilbur's expression darkened. "Still going, I see." Faye covered her body with Faron's shirt and blushed. "Cut it out, you guys. I'm going to take a shower." She got up and fled at top speed. Elsa snorted. "Yeah, she definitely could use a shower." "Not bad, dude! You must be spent, man," Faron piped up. Wilbur glared at the both of them. "I was using the Marrow Cleansing Pill to channel spirit energy into Faye. What are you two trying to imply?" "Oh, it's nothing. We just thought we'd come to see you since we haven't in a few days. We didn't expect to walk into something so… intense," Elsa giggled. Wilbur's expression was ashen. "Do you need anything? Get lost if you don't." "Nope, nothing needed! We'll be on our way to work, then." Faron turned to leave, whistling playfully. Elsa

He understood at last that it was not just an ordinary gathering. Wilbur sat down beside Nancy, glancing at Reggie. "Mister Class President, I thought this was a classmates' gathering. I don't think I know this man here. Was he in our class?" "Oh, the other classmates couldn't make it. This here is Mister Wade Lynch, from Youthful Travel Agency. He happened to have the day off, so I invited him to come. Mister Lynch's travel agency has over ten branches nationwide. It's worth several hundred million dollars! I was lucky enough to be hired as the general manager of the Seechertown branch, so please don't hesitate to hit me up if you're planning any vacations in the future." Reggie was showering him with praise. The other three classmates smiled joyously, chatting away with Mister Lynch. Everyone else was just a regular white-collar worker, and a few hundred million dollars sounded like an astronomical sum to them. Anyone would want to get to know someone like Wade. Nancy cou

Reggie panicked at those words. After all, Wade was his boss. Reggie's entire future was pretty much in the palm of the man's hand. He asked Reggie out to this gathering in hopes of climbing the ranks, only for things to work against him. Now that Wade was angry, Reggie might even get in trouble. Reggie leaned closer to Nancy and whispered, "Nancy, can you please do this for me? I'm going to lose my job if Mister Lynch is upset." Nancy sighed and nodded. It was undeniable that they had been classmates, and she felt obligated to help. "Wilbur's coming too, then. I'm not going if he isn't." Nancy could tell that something was off, but she felt like there was nothing she had to be afraid of as long as Wilbur was with her. Reggie looked at Wilbur desperately. Wilbur shook his head helplessly and said, "Sure, let's all go and have some fun." He could not find it in him to turn Nancy down. Reggie perked up at once. "Alright, let's go! Golf is a great sport. It'll be good for

Wilbur was hardly in the mood to get involved in this mess and merely smiled. "It's nothing. I just thought of something funny." Wade was furious too, as he had never been yelled at like that before. "How f*cking dare you! I'd like to see just what you can do to get me kicked out of here." The manager hurried over to whisper in Wade's ear at once, "Mister Lynch, this is James Chuke from Woodstown. He's in oil and gas, and his net worth is in the billions." "How f*cking dare an outsider think he can get his way in Seechertown? So what if he has money?" Despite the fact that this man was worth several times what Wade was worth, he refused to back down. After all, they were in Seechertown, not Woodstown. However, the manager continued, "Mister Lynch, you really shouldn't. This guy's bodyguards are really powerful. He has always asked to have the space to himself whenever he's here and beats up our guards if we say no. We don't have a choice either." "I'm a f*cking VIP member t