All Chapters of Living With My Lady Boss: Chapter 1941 - Chapter 1950

Faron controlled the car and gradually closed the distance. This time, his opponent could no longer accelerate because the McLaren had almost reached its limit. "Damn it! How can I lose to that punk?" the man glanced at the rearview mirror, then pulled out a pistol from a backpack on the passenger seat. He smirked and said, "Since that's the case, then all of you can just die!" In the fast-moving lane, the man suddenly leaned out, aiming a shot at Faron's car. The bullet instantly hit the right front tire of the Ferrari. With a bang, the tire deflated, and the Ferrari began to shake violently. The man grinned, saying, "Heh, I just need to use the same old trick. Shoot out the tire with one shot, then blow up the gas tank with another. The car will explode as it rolls, and the fire will consume all the evidence." With that in mind, the man with the baseball cap aimed again at the Ferrari behind, this time targeting the gas tank. He fired, but unfortunately, there was no sound of

Since there was a single dragon cauldron and a triple dragon cauldron, then there should be seven other bronze cauldrons, making a total of nine bronze cauldrons. Thinking of this, Wilbur became very excited. Although the one-dragon cauldron and three-dragon cauldron could absorb and store a large amount of dragon aura at that moment, and both cauldrons had yet to be filled, Wilbur knew that as his cultivation improved, the dragon aura produced in his body would inevitably increase. By that time, more bronze cauldrons would naturally be needed to absorb and store his dragon aura. Therefore, these bronze cauldrons were extremely important to Wilbur, especially when considering the Light Valley and the Dark Messenger. Wilbur was even more determined to accelerate his own strength. Although the people from the Light Valley let Wilbur go this time, they must have had a purpose. They were an organization that could capture ocean beasts and lay out plans on a global scale. If they chan

Tyrel slapped Gaben across the face and cursed, "Can't you speak like a human being? Have you no shame?" "I… I'm sorry." Gaben lowered his head, not daring to speak further. A murderous intent flashed in Tyrel's eyes as he continued to curse, "No matter what, my son is dead, and Orin's son has to die!" "But, that's Mister Cambell's son. Tyrel, if you provoke him, we'll all be finished." "What's this? Are you scared now?" Tyrel grabbed Gaben's clothes and said, "Let me tell you, I have evidence of your crimes. We're in the same boat now. If you dare to talk about this, I won't spare you." "I… Tyrel, how could I betray you?" Gaben was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He originally wanted to befriend Tyrel and make some extra money together. But unexpectedly, things did not go as planned, and now he was in this dilemma. Gaben knew very well that if Tyrel insisted on confronting Orin, then he would lose his usefulness. However, if Gaben did not cooperate with Tyrel and

"Hmph, ten million? Do you think you're dismissing a mere beggar? I can easily earn thirty to fifty million with just one project. Your ten million is nothing! Besides, now that my son is gone, what use is your money to me? Let me tell you, this is not something money can solve. No matter how much money you give me, whether it's a billion or a hundred billion, I won't accept it, because this money can't bring back my son's life." Faron's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Fine! If you don't want money, what do you want?" "I… I only want one thing, and that is for you to die." At that moment, a black-robed figure standing beside Tyrel shifted slightly. Tyrel said, "No need, step back. I thought torturing Faron would make me happy, but every time I see him, I'm reminded of my dead son, and I just want to kill him." While Tyrel was speaking, Wilbur had already activated his pores, releasing his dragon aura. Soon, his dragon aura pervaded the area. At that moment, the black-robed

After a fruitless search, Wilbur dialed Beverly's phone number. After all, Wilbur still trusted the strength of the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense. Ordinary people could not find information about the court painter Fremont, but perhaps the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense could. "Mister Penn, hello, is there anything I can help with?" "Beverly, can you help me check the information of the painter Fremont Skye who painted the Nine Dragons Painting?" "Sure, Mister Penn, please wait a moment. We are currently searching for information about Fremont." After about a minute, Beverly said, "Mister Penn, we have found some information about the court painter Fremont, but it's not comprehensive. We only know that the court painter Fremont once painted a Nine Dragons Painting, and later, there were rumors that he became a bronze cauldron craftsman." Sure enough, it was just as Wilbur suspected! There was a glint in Wilbur's eyes as he asked, "Is there any