All Chapters of Living With My Lady Boss: Chapter 521 - Chapter 530

Kim got straight to the point. "The guy who beat you is Wilbur Penn, the secret boss and owner of Cape International. He was the one who screwed us over when we were competing against Cape for the commercial district project. Dorson Chez even died because of it. He's your brother, isn't he?" "What are you trying to say?" Sabrina stared coldly at Kim. Kim let out a chuckle. "I'm saying that if you're going to die either way, you might as well do something useful before your death. Wilbur has a girlfriend, Faye Yves. She's a regular mortal with a job. She goes to work and comes home every day around the same time. I can tell you the route she takes too, if you want it." Sabrina was silent, and Kim smiled as she got to her feet. "I've booked flight tickets for tomorrow night, eight o'clock. I'm going back to report." Kim left after that, and Sabrina stared blankly at a painting on the wall in front of her. It was a painting of a sunset, the red so bright it looked almost like bl

Faron frowned at once. "Dude, you're going to a foreign country. Pentagon Corp is Galloria's biggest moneymaker. They have enormous funds and an endless amount of power there. It's dangerous if you go on your own." "Exactly," Faye said worriedly. "We can just investigate Joy Corp if this is about Kim Jenkins, she'll have to pay for what she's done." Wilbur's voice was dark. "No one does this to me and gets away with it. I've made my mind up." Everyone else saw the look on his face and did not say anything else. "Could you help me with something, Eileen?" Wilbur said suddenly. Eileen smiled. "Sure. What is it?" "Could you please step in as Faye's bodyguard while I'm away, and ensure her safety?" Jose was in the hospital, and Wilbur did not trust anyone else on Sealake to be capable enough for the job. Eileen lit up at once. "Sure, but you'll owe me a favor." "Of course," Wilbur said. Eileen broke out into a wide grin. "Don't you worry. I'll be by Miss Yves' side every

As he rose upwards, Wilbur caught the black dot, or more precisely, the person. A lady. Right before Wilbur landed on the ground, he stuck out a leg and pushed himself sideways from a balcony to land on an empty alley behind the hotel. In Wilbur's arms then was a dazed-looking woman who reeked of alcohol. Actually, she even looked a little familiar. Wilbur took a closer look at the lady. She looked a bit like one of Galloria's biggest celebrities, Sylvia Ronan. Despite not paying much attention to the media, Sylvia was a big enough star who had appeared in the biggest headlines enough times for Wilbur to remember her. Was it suicide? Wilbur was a little confused. A while later, he carried Sylvia back to his hotel room. It was late at night, and Wilbur took the long way back so that they would not be seen. He put Sylvia down on the couch, shaking his head. He had just gotten here, and something like this happened. What could have troubled a celebrity this big to

Sylvia rolled her eyes impatiently at the rapid-fire questions, saying nothing. "You've got some nerve, taking advantage of our Sylvia! Do you know who she is?" Sylvia's mother was the first to lash out, her hand flying out to slap Wilbur across the face. Wilbur sneered, grabbing the woman's hand and throwing her against the sofa. Sylvia's mother stared at Wilbur in disbelief for a second before cursing at him as the other relatives yelled at Wilbur as well. Their accusations were completely ridiculous, alleging that Wilbur had seduced Sylvia because he was after her looks and riches. Wilbur was annoyed at the accusations but could only hold back on Sylvia's account. Sylvia got to her feet and yelled, "Shut the f*ck up!" Her family members were thrown off guard, staring at her in shock. Sylvia barked out a laugh. "Why the sudden care for me, huh? What were you doing when I was getting taken advantage of by those plutocrats and officials? What were you doing when I came

Sylvia's expression was one of utter terror. Wilbur got to his feet, standing in front of Sylvia. "Don't come any closer." Damian's expression darkened as he eyed Wilbur. "I'm just here to take Miss Ronan back. Someone else will handle you." "You're not taking anyone away," Wilbur said calmly. Damian glanced at Wilbur. He raised his palms, which glowed with Aura light as a wave of pressure spread out. Sylvia could not help but back up from the force, shouting, "He's a cultivator, one of Joy Corp's fighters!" "No worries. I'll take care of it." Wilbur smiled. Damian flared up in fury, slashing his hands through the air like two razor-sharp knives in the direction of Wilbur's chest. Wilbur merely chuckled, throwing out an attack of his own. With a loud collision, Damian flew backward and slammed against a pillar, sliding down slowly as blood trickled from his mouth. His chest was caved in. Sylvia cried out in shock, staring at Wilbur in disbelief. "What's the matter?"