The Yves family members exchanged glances. Braxton really was putting Wilbur on the highest of pedestals here. Then again, of course he would. Wilbur had Mister Grayson on his side, after all. Wilbur smiled. "I wouldn't go as far as to teach him a lesson. We can be friends, though." "That works too! Justin, have a drink with your friend." Justin hurried to raise his glass, toasting Wilbur respectfully. Wilbur drained his glass and turned to look at the Eagle City Princes. These men had long been scared out of their wits, standing there in a daze. Wilbur turned out to be someone even Justin could not afford to mess with, and they had offended him greatly. What was going to happen to them now? Just then, Braxton frowned. "I told you before not to be so close to those businessmen. It doesn't look good for you at all. Tell them to leave." "Yes, Dad." Justin waved a hand, and the Eagle City Princes ran for their lives. It could be said that Braxton had actually protected
"You're not wrong there," the old man said in a deep voice. "We did swear to that, but where are these forces of chaos and what do they look like? I don't think anyone aside from our founders knows, so how are we supposed to do anything?" "We can go looking for them if we don't know where or what they are. What about the Skull Cult? The Church of Bloodism? Don't they count?" Eileen responded. The old man seemed unaffected by the interrogation. "Elder Fall, we haven't been strong enough to go outside since we lost our founders. I'm glad you can protect yourself against these groups, but surely you can't expect everyone to put themselves at risk?" Eileen leaned back in her chair. "We will never be as powerful as our founders, but don't you think it's too much that the Skull Cult was in the country for so many years and we did nothing about it?" "Well, the Skull Cult's been taken down now, hasn't it?" the old woman said. Eileen replied, "It has been taken down, but not by us."
Bloodpiercer was a brilliant weapon as it was, being completely indestructible. However, now it was also capable of numbing and weakening its opponent. That only made it even more powerful. "I-Is this the D-Dawn of Gods?" Andres asked shakily. The man's voice rang coldly. "Far from it. Get back to work and work hard. It'll become the Dawn of Gods when you're strong enough." Andres said nothing more, bowing deeply and turning to leave. … It was evening by the time Wilbur and Faye returned to Sealake Island. Faye had some things she wanted to say to Wilbur, but a call came in as soon as they had sat down. It was Dom, saying that he was waiting outside. Faye let out a sigh, returning to her room in frustration. Wilbur let Dom in, who greeted him before taking out a stack of contracts for Wilbur to look over. Wilbur signed without a second glance. It was just about the transfer of Shandon Enterprise shares, after all. After signing the contracts, Dom brought up his sist
She definitely had the looks and body fit enough to be a flight attendant. The clothes she was wearing were rather attractive as well. Wilbur sat down with a smile. "Hello." "Hello, Mister Penn," Xandria said with a smile. "Oh, you can just call me Wilbur." "I wouldn't dare to do that. Even my superior's afraid of you, so I'd never call you that," Xandria said playfully. Wilbur chuckled. "That's just them. You're your own person. So, what's up?" "Not much. I just wanted to buy you a meal." Xandria smiled. Wilbur was surprised. "That's it?" "Well, why not? You helped me out big time, you know. I got promoted to chief flight attendant after that incident, and it's all thanks to you." After what happened at the airport, Xandria was promoted to chief flight attendant by the general manager of Seechertown Airport. She was told that she would continue to be promoted as long as she worked hard, and definitely had a shot at working in management. All her colleagues now envied
Wilbur could not help but laugh, feeling equal parts amused and irked by the cockiness of these two. "Orin Campbell's son calls me 'bro', and even I'm not this cocky." Steve paused, and Whitney barked out a laugh. "Ha, really? I'm so scared! You must be talking about the son of the guy in charge of Kardon Province, right? Wow, you really can make anything up." Whitney shook her head in disgust. Steve snapped back to his senses. As if someone like this shabbily-dressed lowlife would be pals with Orin Campbell's son! Steve himself had never even had the chance to know Faron! Steve's expression darkened. "Careful, bastard. I could have you locked up for spinning a lie like that." "He's just a liar through and through! Open your eyes, miss! Look at him! Do you really believe that he knows Orin Campbell's son?" Whitney jeered. Xandria said, "I don't know about that. All I know is that we were minding our own business, and you came over to disrupt our meal. Could you let us get b
The old woman looked at Wilbur and grabbed him by the arm. "You hit me, young man! Take me to the hospital." Wilbur frowned. It was just his luck that he would run into something like this. What did he have to do with this at all? His car had not moved in the slightest, and this old lady was claiming he had hit her. That was so unfair! He said, "I can take you to the hospital, but let's be clear here. I didn't hit you." "You have to be responsible for what you've done, young man! You clearly hit me, how could you say you didn't?" The old woman grabbed Wilbur's shirt tightly as if she was clinging on for dear life. Wilbur sighed in exasperation. The old lady had sprained her ankle from her fall and might have even broken her ankle. But none of that was his fault, not one bit of it. Wilbur said, "I really have nothing to do with this, ma'am. Let me take you to the hospital so you can get your leg checked out." "A trip to the hospital isn't going to be enough, you'll hav
Steve gave it some thought, then smiled before he said, "Don't worry, I'll handle it. He's not only going to pay for the lady's medical bills and compensate her. I'll make sure he gets locked up so the justice system can teach him a lesson too." "I know you've got this, Mister Chevor. Well, I'll be on my way then. Don't worry, ma'am, Mister Chevor is here to help you. This bastard's going to get a taste of his own medicine for sure. I need to get back to school now. Bye," said Whitney. The old woman hurried to wave a hand. "You're too kind, young lady. Thank you, thank you so much." "Don't worry about it. We're just doing what we should," Whitney smiled. Just then, an old man and a young man came hurrying over to the old woman. They fussed over her, asking what had happened. These two were probably her husband and son, and they lived nearby. Whitney looked right at Wilbur, shaking her head. "You're not getting away this time, you piece of shit." She flagged down the nearest
The old woman, her son, and her husband were hell-bent on the fact that Wilbur was completely to blame for the accident, demanding that he take full responsibility for it. Steve piped up as well, "I witnessed it, too. They're all telling the truth. I saw it with my own eyes. He was also driving drunk." The head of the security officers was named Victor Myre, who looked at Wilbur with a frown. "Were you drinking?" "Yes, but I wasn't driving," said Wilbur. Just then, Steve walked up to Victor. He whispered something into the security officer's ear, and both men turned away to have a short chat before returning to the conversation. Victor said, "You've been found guilty of drunk driving. We're going to run a breathalyzer test on you now." He took out the device, and Wilbur said coldly, "I wasn't driving. Why the hell should I have to do a test?" "Your car's unlocked, and a witness saw that you were already in your car. That's considered drunk driving. If you refuse, we're go