All Chapters of Living With My Lady Boss: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

Tenson was scared out of his wits. He could hardly believe that Wilbur was acquainted with his clan leader and that his clan leader treated Wilbur with so much respect too. It was clear to Tenson from Sam's tone alone that Wilbur was no ordinary man. His clan leader was definitely no match for Wilbur either, especially with him addressing Wilbur as 'senior'. How did Sam and Wilbur know each other, though? Also, there was the clan elder who was a Sanctuary level cultivator! How could he tolerate Sam addressing Wilbur like that? Tenson felt like his heart fell into a chasm, but he was still unwilling to relent as he shouted, "Master Sam, I've done nothing but pour my heart and soul into supporting the Anne family financially! You can't do this to me! Tell Elder Weston to come to the phone, I'm going to kill this guy!" "How dare you, Tenson?" Sam was able to guess what had happened from Tenson's tone alone. This bastard must have gotten himself into trouble, going against Wilb

Wilbur frowned. "As the spirit sap and these plants begin to let out spirit aura, others will eventually notice it, which isn't a good thing." Everyone else nodded. It would be hard to keep the peace here if anyone were to know about something so precious. Wilbur continued, "So, I'm going to need something to lay down a formation that seals the spirit aura in here. That way, the spirit aura will only grow more powerful here and it'll also be undetectable to anyone outside." "That's a great idea!" The crowd nodded. "However, I'm going to need some incredibly hard material to make this formation. It needs to be hard enough to withstand the spirit energy of the spells I'm going to carve into it. Keep an eye out for things like that," Wilbur said. Faron frowned. "What are we looking for?" "Maybe something like ancient jade, the kind that's been around for over a thousand years," Wilbur said. Everyone else was in shock at once. How on earth were they supposed to find something

"Hey, watch your tone," the shop owner said, obviously displeased. The man chuckled. "Dude, if you're going to pay that much for a Goldmoon, I've got plenty of them at home." Wilbur stopped short. It sounded too good to be true. "Do you really have Goldmoon, sir?" Wilbur was still suspicious. After all, the antique industry was filled with scammers. The man chuckled, looking at Wilbur in disdain. "My family's in the mining industry. We dug up no less than fifty tons of this stuff half a year ago. They're still at the mine." No less than fifty tons? Wilbur was overjoyed. Thirty tons of Goldmoon was more than enough to make a formation. Heck, it was even enough to make a weapon. He handed the man a cigarette, smiling at him. "I'll take all of it! You can charge me just based on this stone, how's that?" "Uhm, sure. We haven't got any use for it anyway," the man said haughtily. Wilbur calculated the amount in his head. The Goldmoon he had right now was about thirty pounds

Wilbur sighed to himself. If these Weisses really were cultivators, there was not much a mere fighter would be able to do. Besides, the Weiss clan had been around for ages. They were bound to have forces all over Taya City, or they would not dare to do such a thing. Wallace's family was rich, but they made all their money from mining. They were nothing in comparison to the Weiss clan. Just like Matt and Gerard's clan, as well as the Owens clan from back then, there had been no one in Seechertown but Wilbur who was capable of taking them down. Wilbur had his sights set on the Goldmoon. He was going to try and talk his way into getting it, and if that didn't work, he had no qualms about using extreme methods. Just like that, they finally arrived in Taya City the next afternoon. Wallace called his father as soon as they were off the freeway, but his expression only dropped even further after getting off the call. "My dad won't let me be a part of this. He's insisting that I co

Chad let out a sigh. "Just sit down and keep your mouth shut." He did not want his son to be humiliated any further. Wallace was indignant but said nothing else as he sat down near his father with Wilbur and Wendy. Just then, Chad said to the elder, "Sorry, Elder Yale. My son's still a kid. Please don't take it to heart." The elder was none other than Yohan Yale, one of the top dogs of the underground circle in Taya City back then. Yohan smiled. "That's alright. He's a kid, after all." Wallace was in his twenties, and it was true that he was a kid to these older men. Chad sighed to himself. He had built his mining business from nothing and knew that tonight was going to be quite an ordeal. That was why he had stopped his son from coming back. Yet Wallace refused to listen to him and even showed up all the way here. What was he going to do if something happened? As for the so-called expert that Wallace had brought back, Chad hardly even wanted to think about him. Thi