All Chapters of Living With My Lady Boss: Chapter 1761 - Chapter 1770

Demetra had failed to complete the mission Greensource Corp had given him, and thus there was no way he was getting out alive. Greensource Corp never gave second chances to anyone who failed. They had always operated this way. They gave people one chance, and those people who joined Greensource Corp would have no choice but to do as they were told or lose that only chance. There was only one consequence to losing your chance—death. Miyah finally understood the severity of the situation. Despite having lived in Cametra for twenty years, the real reason she could not bear to leave was not the country itself, but Demetra. Miyah wiped her tears away, her eyes red-rimmed as she said, "Leave with me, then. Let's leave Cametra forever and live somewhere else. Can we do that, Demetra?" Demetra shook his head. "That's no use. You know what Greensource Corp is capable of, don't you? The only way that might work at all is if you leave first. I'll stay until everything's settled and com

The man in the suit raised an eyebrow, walking towards the plume of smoke as he called out, "Demetra? Are you still there?" He spotted the sheath of Demetra's sword on the ground and gasped. Demetra emerged from the smoke, emitting a black miasma as his eyes were black as ink and he brandished his sword. "You motherf*cker." The man in the suit dropped the howitzer, grabbing the pistol at his waist and pointing it at Demetra. Yet just as he was about to pull the trigger, a black sword aura several meters long came whistling down from the heavens. It came into contact with the man in the suit, exploding his body into a spray of limbs and blood. "Argh!" Demetra let out a roar of fury, flicking his sword through the air as several sword auras struck the walls of the factory. They came crumbling down at once as the factory collapsed completely into a pile of rubble. The smoke slowly cleared, and Demetra stepped out of the debris slowly. The black miasma around him faded as he

Demetra was indeed a powerful force, and Wilbur felt that he would not have been able to defeat him had it not been for the Light of Dragon. The power of destruction was far too powerful, one that anyone would fear. Wilbur could not help but feel worried for Demetra. After all, Greensource Corp was extremely powerful, and Demetra might not be able to escape his punishment. Upon second thought, Wilbur realized that this was what Demetra had chosen for himself. Demetra had joined Greensource Corp and should have known that this might happen. At around ten in the morning, Tina received a call from Madam Marie. After a brief chat, Tina came up to the attic and handed the phone to Wilbur. "Hello, Madam Marie. Is anything the matter?" Marie sounded like she was on the verge of tears. "My father's gotten worse, Mister Penn. he's finished the medicine we bought for him, and it's only gone up in price. The doctors said he needs to be operated on next week, or his life will be in da

Marie teared up again. "My father holds no power over the Jonan family anymore, Uncle Greg, and Grandpa said all those years ago that his collection would go to my father. Are you going to watch Dad die just like that?" "I…" Greg had always resented Albus deeply. The two of them were brothers, but Albus was the youngest out of five sons and their father had always favored him the most, leaving all his prized possessions to Albus. This had greatly angered the other four brothers, including Greg, and the four of them had thus hatched this plan. Albus was currently deeply ill, and it would not be long before he ended up dead. However, Greg was still Marie's uncle. Despite the fact that the plan involved killing Marie, Greg was now feeling an ache in his heart at the look on her face. "Fine, fine. How about this? You can sell the collection to me since you need the money so badly. You offered ten billion dollars, right? I'll pay you ten billion." Wilbur piped up then. "Surely y

It seemed like the Dragon's Altar's powers were of the light attribute. Otherwise, the glow coming off the gloves would have been suppressed already. Wilbur emerged from his demiplane with the gloves as he frowned, muttering to himself, "The power of the light. What's that supposed to be?" Wilbur had experienced the power of destruction, and it had been immensely powerful. What would happen if these two powers collided? Wilbur was nothing but confident in what was to come, and he muttered the spells before starting to cultivate the earth-type defense spells. Later that night, he stood on the balcony with his palms together as he called out, "Earth Defense: Earth Wall!" As the words rang through the air, a wall made of dirt and soil that was about a meter and a half thick rose from the ground. Wilbur clenched his right fist and struck the wall with only his physical strength without channeling his spiritual energy. The Earth Wall let out a dull thud from the collision, vibr