All Chapters of Living With My Lady Boss: Chapter 771 - Chapter 780

The man scoffed. "The name's Pierce Zeeto. I'm one of the Sanctuary level cultivators of the Zeeto clan, what can you do to me?" "You're a real piece of shit, you know that? You'll say anything to suck up to this old hag, won't you?" Wilbur spat in disdain. Pierce flushed at Wilbur's bluntness but quickly regained his composure. "I don't really see the point in arguing with a man who's about to die. I hope your soul enjoys its last moments in agony. We'll see if you're still as cocky then." "My clan's spell sphere is capable of burning your soul in darkness for thousands of years, and you're about to get started on that right away," the other cultivator called out as well. "I guess you're one of the Zeetos too, then?" "That's right. My name's Orzo Zeeto. Don't forget my name if you need one to scream when your soul gets tortured later," Orzo smirked. Wilbur chuckled, shaking his head. "You two make a great pair, don't you? Well, you're about to find out what a fool you've j

Just then, Angie swirled her scepter around and howled, "Hand of Darkness!" All at once, a gigantic black hand stuck out of the whirlpool from the center of the spell spheres. The hand and the arm it was attached to looked like that of a demon. It was a meter wide, adorned with razor-sharp nails spanning over twelve inches long. The entire arm and hand were densely covered in runes that glowed eerily with terrifying energy, clawing at Wilbur. An indescribable force of tremendous energy held Wilbur still at once. The giant hand seemed like it had emerged from hell itself and was trying to drag Wilbur six feet under with it. "It's time for you to head to the world of the God of Darkness! The flames of darkness there will torch your soul for thousands of years, and your soul will wail in agony through every second of it to please the God of Darkness," Angie cackled wildly. Pierce and Orzo smirked at Wilbur as if they were looking at a dead man doomed to his fate. Eileen op

"You're crazy thinking you could ever take my soul from me," said Wilbur. Just then, Angie's terrified voice rang from the ball of light. "What are you going to do? What are you going to do to me?" "You'll find out soon enough." A ray of silver light shot out from Wilbur's hand, which he used to wrap Angie's soul in before tossing the whole thing into his demiplane. Just then, Eileen's voice could be heard from behind him, "Dude, what else have you got up your sleeve?" "That's all," Wilbur replied calmly. He walked up to Faye, hoisting her into his arms, and rushed back to Sealake Island. In the living room, Wilbur placed Faye onto the couch gently. Everyone else stood around solemnly, taking in the sorry state Faye was in. Wilbur was back now, which meant that it was not hard to predict how the battle had gone. Wilbur had won, and that old hag lost. With a battle of this level and the enmity between both parties, there was no way for both of them to survive. Faye,

Wilbur sighed, walking out of the bedroom. He knew that Faye did not really believe him yet, but he did not really have a way of convincing her either. A middle-aged man was in the living room as Wilbur made his way over. The man was wearing a black suit and holding onto a square box. Eileen stood to the side, staring at him quietly. "Where is it?" Wilbur got straight to the point. The man scrambled to open the box, placing it on the table. In it was a crown. The crown was made entirely of gold and encrusted with various gems. One of the gems was a fiery red color, emitting an exquisite scarlet glow. Wilbur scanned the crown with his spirit energy, and it lit up at once. He picked the crown up, taking a closer look at it. The man blinked nervously, clearly caught off guard by how carelessly Wilbur was handling the crown. A while later, Wilbur looked up. "I'll take it. I'll help you with whatever you want after I'm done." "But I haven't even told you what it is I

Sabotaging a rich family for personal gain was common enough, and Wilbur was not surprised in the slightest. However, whether or not Jean's father was able to recover from his illness would be a problem. The internal conflict, the brothers arguing and fighting over who got the company was a comparatively small problem. Wilbur needed to travel there to have a look personally for him to make a decision. A pause later, Wilbur said, "Well, I'll help you out for sure since I've taken your gift. Give me three days, and I'll head back with you. How's that?" Jean looked clearly anxious but did not protest. He had no choice but to nod. After all, he had spent quite a bit of effort and money to find Wilbur. This man was the head of the Kardon Province Cultivators Association, the real boss of Cape Consortium, and a powerful Sanctuary level cultivator. Any one of those achievements was shocking enough. It was also said that there was nothing he could not do. Jean's family did