Lahat ng Kabanata ng Living With My Lady Boss: Kabanata 1461 - Kabanata 1470

"An apology?" Charlie was confused. Atrus was dead, and his men had admitted defeat as well. All the cultivators of Westeria had also bowed to him in apology. Who else was he waiting on? Wilbur then said, "The president of Westeria. I'm certain he had a part to play in this." Atrus paused. "That's definitely possible. Atrus and the president are great friends, and work partners in politics. That makes him somewhat relevant to this." "Well, since he is relevant, he's got a hand in what happened today. I'm not leaving without an apology," said Wilbur. Elise and the others were shocked. Was he expecting an apology from a president? How was that even possible? Just then, Wilbur said, "Tell your president if I don't get an apology within three days, I'll take a trip to Cranbella to have a talk with him myself." "Alright. I'll pass the message to the president." Charlie hardly even seemed surprised. Elise and the others, however, found it hard to remain calm. Was someon

A smile appeared on Atrus' face. "Don't you worry about that. I'll be sure to get it settled. You'll be friends by the end of that banquet." Brandon let out a long breath. "You really are a good friend, aren't you? God knows what I would've done without you." "I'm just operating behind the scenes, Mister President. You're the man when it comes to running the country," Dillon scrambled to say. Brandon barked out a laugh, and Dillon hurried to chuckle along. … Over at the Azure Castle. Wilbur was sipping on a cup of coffee in the living room. Elise sat next to him keeping him company, and the two of them were chatting happily. Lindon and the others had knowingly left the castle, returning to stay in their hotel. This was a one-in-a-million chance, and they would be fools to stop it from happening. Just as the two of them were getting along like a house on fire, Charlie stepped in and bowed. "Sir, Chief-of-Staff Dillon from the president's headquarters just reached out

Wilbur made sure Elise was standing upright before walking up to the guard. The guard put a hand on his baton, smirking coldly at Wilbur. A few other guards saw him coming as well and eyed Wilbur mockingly. Wilbur reached the guard in all but two steps, reaching out and landing a slap on the guard's face. The slap rang through the air, clear and crisp. The guard turned a full circle in the air, spitting out several bloody teeth. He shook his head hard, still in a daze. The sight shocked everyone else. Who would dare to get physical at a place like this? Before they could say anything, however, Wilbur gave him another kick. The guard fell to the ground with a thump, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The crowd cried out in shock. Just then, Jennifer's bodyguards hurried over to escort her away. The dozen or so bodyguards manning the photo station surrounded Wilbur, all of them holding batons as they glowered at him. "Get on the ground or we'll have to make you!" the

"Sir, I think you might have gotten the wrong idea. We're in Morburn. This is Westeria. Not Dasha," said Caesar coldly. Wilbur smiled. "It doesn't matter where we are. Anyone who insults my people will have to pay the price. It's your call from here." Caesar was momentarily stunned. He was the head of security here, and there was a whole team of armed Special Forces officers at the door, yet this guy was threatening him? A pause later, he let out a chuckle. "It seems like there's something seriously wrong with your head. Take them away and send them to court once the festival is over." "What are we gonna do?" Elise looked a little panicked. Wilbur merely smiled. "Sure. Tell your Chief-of-Staff Dillon and President Brandon that my banquet with them is going to have to be delayed, then." "What?" Caesar thought that his ears were deceiving him, staring at Wilbur in shock. Wilbur said nothing, taking a drag of his cigarette. He did not appear to be joking, and Caesar fell

Jayla scoffed. "What, am I wrong? Getting into a fight in a place like this and embarrassing yourself in a whole other country! God knows how classless people like you even got in here. I'm embarrassed on your behalf. I can't believe you're still here." "Miss Loss, what right do you have to push the blame completely onto me before even asking why the fight broke out?" Wilbur retorted while holding back his anger. Jayla was a classmate of Faye's and she had told Wilbur to help Jayla out. Otherwise, he would have slapped her silly already. Yet Jayla eyed him mockingly. "I don't care why it happened. Physical violence is never the answer. I suppose only animals like you would stoop to such methods to solve the issues you run into. Get out of the way. I'm on my way to meet my fans. Oh, and thank you so much for making me wait for so long." Upon saying so, Jayla turned away haughtily and headed to the photo station with her bodyguards and assistants in tow. Realization dawned upon