Faye let out a long sigh. "What now?" "It's my friend, Ethan Osborn. His sister seems to be in some trouble. I need to check it out," Wilbur replied helplessly. Faye scowled, slapping Wilbur on the arm. "You've got lots of options, haven't you? First that Sammy Shandon, and now some girl in college?" "What are you talking about?" Wilbur huffed in amusement. "She's a close friend's sister." "Well, what's up between you and Sammy, then?" Faye stared Wilbur down. Wilbur scrambled to say, "Nothing! I swear on my life. Nothing at all!" "You might not feel that way, but she might. That's a celebrity right there." Faye's stare was starting to send chills down Wilbur's back, and he hastily said, "I need to get to Shelby in case something happens to her." He got up in a hurry and fled from the room. Faye sighed, leaning back against the couch saying nothing. As a woman, she could tell that Sammy did have feelings for Wilbur. Who knew what Wilbur had been up to during his t
The three men exchanged glances, and the man who had been singing put his microphone down. He then sat down and looked at Wilbur. "Shelby's friend, huh? What's your name?" "Wilbur Penn," Wilbur replied. Whitney frowned. "Why didn't you tell us he was coming, Shelby?" "Well, he's a friend of ours, isn't he? I didn't think I had to," Shelby justified. Whitney sighed, but said, "Let me introduce you to them." Wilbur nodded, and Whitney gestured at the man who had been singing. "This is Mister Conrad Willis from Blossom Corp, with a net worth of up to a hundred million dollars. We're good friends." "It's nice to meet you, Mister Willis," Wilbur smiled as he greeted Conrad, who merely let out a chuckle. "This is Mister Howie Chewston, executive manager of Woods Corporate. He has a yearly income of over three million dollars." "Nice to meet you, Mister Chewston." "Finally, this is Mister Cameron Shank of Ultra Corp. His family owns a beverage factory, and they earn up to si
Conrad scoffed. "Everyone in Seechertown knows better than to mess with me. You entered a private room and intruded on my night out, and now you're trying to leave with one of my friends. Who the hell do you think you are?"Whitney said, "Just tell him to leave, Shelby. Don't make this difficult for us."She had been friends with Conrad for about half a year now. He was a generous man, with friends who were just as wealthy as he was.Whitney had received quite a few gifts from Conrad, even in the form of cold, hard cash.She knew what Conrad was trying to do, and had thus kept him at arm's length while maintaining a close enough friendship with him. Whitney was certain that all she had to do was figure out what Conrad liked and kept him happy, and she would be set for the rest of her life.Thus, she did not want Wilbur to get on Conrad's bad side.A wealthy young man like this was not to be messed with.Whitney thought that it was not worth it for Wilbur to offend Conrad, and ev
The look on Shelby's face made Conrad flare up in anger. "Well, I tried to be nice here. Get him!" Howie and Cameron each grabbed a bottle from the table, and the three men had Wilbur surrounded. Shelby panicked. "What the hell are you doing? I'm calling the police!" Whitney dragged Shelby away at once, muttering, "Have you lost your mind? They're just scaring him. Come on, we should get back, or do you want our school to find out and expel us?" Shelby was then yanked out of the room by Whitney in a flurry. Wilbur looked at the three men around him, his expression darkening as he said, "I wasn't going to make a big deal out of things because a friend's sister was here, but it looks like you're letting this get to your heads." "What the f*ck did you just say? I'll f*cking kill you!" Conrad yelled, swinging the bottle in his hand down on Wilbur. A loud thump could be heard. Wilbur had kicked Conrad into the corner of the room in just one move, leaving Howie and Cameron in
"And who the f*ck are you?" Wilbur asked. Tim raised an eyebrow but followed with a sly chuckle. "The f*cking nerve of this guy. Everyone knows who Tim Lane is." "Tim Lane? I've never heard of you," Wilbur said coldly. Tim's expression darkened. "I was going to let you two settle this amicably, but you're going to have to suffer for talking to me like that." "He's too arrogant, Mister Lane! Come on, teach him a lesson!" Conrad shouted from the side. Tim was still a businessman and knew how to talk like one. "Look, you're going to apologize to my guest. I'll break one of your legs after that, and we can call it even." "Apologize?" Wilbur's expression turned dark. "These guys were feeling my friend up and not letting her leave. They even threatened me to hell and back before you guys got here. If you break their legs instead, I'll let this slide. You won't have to shut down your karaoke club, either. Get to it, or I'll make sure you disappear off the face of Seechertown." "
However, if Wilbur could not come up with anything of substance, Tim was going to teach him a good lesson. After all, Conrad and his friends have spent enough money in his club for them to be considered VIPs. "Listen up, then," said Wilbur calmly. "I was the one who killed Lightning Hank with just one blow and ran all those swords through Jeremy. It's your honor to even be in my presence." "Yeah, right!" "Who the hell do you think you're fooling?" "I can't take this anymore! Get him already, Mister Lane." Conrad and his friends could not take how cocky Wilbur was being and shouted loudly at him. They would have beaten him up themselves if Wilbur was not such a great fighter. Just then, Tim's face turned ashen. Having been one of Lightning Hank's men, Tim knew exactly how he had died. He had vaguely heard about Jeremy's death as well, and it was pretty much what Wilbur had just described. It had been said that Lightning Hank had been killed by some guy with the last na
Tim had a stern look and said in an icy voice, "How dare you offend this honorable person, going as far as to threaten him and stop his friend from leaving. You should be honored that he's only asking to break one of your legs." Wilbur had killed Lightning Hank and Jeremy Owens. Who the hell were these guys in comparison? Conrad finally panicked and whimpered, "Don't try anything funny! It's not a good idea to mess with me, either!" Tim's fist came flying out. Conrad could hardly dodge in time, taking the punch head-on. He keeled over at once, gasping in pain. Tim aimed another kick at Conrad, and his calf cracked with a sickening sound as Conrad collapsed to the ground, howling in agony. Howie and Cameron were completely stunned by the sight, staring at Conrad in terror. Tim looked pointedly over at his men, and his two subordinates walked over to hold Howie and Cameron down at once. Tim walked up to them, giving each of them a broken leg. Conrad and his friends ho
Shelby hurried to call Wilbur up as well. "Wilbur, are you alright?" Shelby said in a hurry as soon as the call connected. "I'm fine. There's no need to worry. I'm friends with the guy who owns the place, so we just talked it out and went home." Shelby heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. I was so worried something might happen to you. I wouldn't know what to say to my brother if that happened." "It's all good, Shelby. I'm more than capable of handling something like this. Please don't hesitate to call me up in the future if anything else happens to you." "Alright. Thank you so much, Wilbur. I'm so glad you're alright." "Of course. Goodbye, then." "Bye." Shelby hung up the call, confusion still lingering in her head. It seemed like her brother had been telling the truth. Wilbur really was quite powerful. Why did Ethan not mention a word about what Wilbur's job was, though? Just then, Whitney entered the dorm looking rather forlorn. Celine asked, "Did somethin