Living With My Lady Boss

Chapter 174

Chapter 174 “There’s not much to consider. I’ll never agree to the marriage,” Faye said determinedly. Wilbur fell silent for a long time. Finally, he said, “Well, I’ll go with you since you’ve made up your mind. I’m not going to let anyone force you into anything, not even your father.” Faye kissed Wilbur on the cheek all of a sudden before making, a run for the doar as she said, “I knew you’d help me, Boss!” Wilbur stared at the door as it closed, rubbing at his face as he said furiously, “Keep up with that teasing, and I swear to g od I’ll do you in one day!” Just then, his phone rang Wilbur scoffed and picked up the call “Hello,” “Mister Pena?” A voice said Wilbur frowned. “Who is this?”

“It’s Orin Campbell.” “Oh, Mister Campbell! How can I help you?” “Someone from Northseecher is asking for you. Would you mind meeting “Northseecher?” them? “Yes. It’s the head of the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense.” Wilbur paused before asking, “Where?” “You can choose the location.” “Let’s meet at Sealake Island, then. Twelve o’clock at noon, in room number one.” “Alright” Wilbur hung up and sat on the sofa wordlessly. A long while later, he mumbled to himself, “I guess that’s inevitable.” He got to his feet and set out for Sealake Island This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Upon reaching, he sensed that something was different at once. Ever since the place had become his personal property, it had been closed off from the public. However, there were young people everywhere darting in and out of sight. They were wearing plain clothes, bet Wilbur was able to tell from their physical build and their gait that these were not ordinary people.. Wilbur smiled. He walked up to the link bridge and exchanged a few words with the person on duty before heading to room. number one. He entered the rourn and made himself a pot of tea before sitting down to walt. Not long after, footsteps could be heard from nutside the door. A woman walked in. She looked to be in her thirties, with glossy skin and a stunning figure. She was clad in a pencil skirt and a tight blouse that cling to her curves, and her hair fell around her shoulders in loose waves. The woman set a briefcase by the door. She observed Wilbur closely before smiling. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jasmine Vella, th assistant of the head of the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Please, have a seat,” Wilbur said.

Jasmine did not sit. She took a step to the side and waited by the door. Just then, an old man hobbled in slowly on a ranc