Living With My Lady Boss

However, if Wilbur could not cup with anything of substance, Tim was going to teach him a good lesson. After all, Conrad and his friends have spent enough money in his club for them to be considered VIPs.

"Listen up, then," said Wilbur calmly. "I was the one who killed Lightning Hank with just one blow and ran all those swords through Jeremy. It's your honor to even be in my presence." "Yeah, right!" "Who the hell do you think you're fooling?" "I can't take this anymore! Get him already, Mister Lane." Conrad and his friends could not take how cocky Wilbur was being and shouted loudly at him.

They would have beaten him up themselves if Wilbur was not such a great fighter.

Just then, Tim's face turned ashen.

Having been one of Lightning Hank's men, Tim knew exactly how he had died. He had vaguely heard about Jeremy's death as well, and it was pretty much what Wilbur had just described.

It had been said that Lightning Hank had been killed by sguy with the last nof Penn using just one move, and even General Gordon Grayson had been there.

Jeremy's death had apparently been even more gruesome, and a young man going by the surnPenn had been responsible for it as well.

Could it... really be this guy? If that was the case, all four of them were done for.

It was important to note that compared to Jeremy, all of them were next to nothing.

Wilbur chuckled at the sight of Tim going pale in the face. He took out his phone. "Do you needto call lan Owens, the head of the Owens clan so he can verify everything | just said?" Tim had fallen to his knees in front of Wilbur with a thump, terrified for his life. "Sir, I'm so sorry! | was foolish enough to not realize | was in the presence of such greatness! Please forgive me!" It was no secret that lan was the new leader of the Owens clan, and even Tim knew about it despite his low position in the underground circle.

With how Wilbur had described killing Lightning Hank and Jeremy Owens, Tim was certain that this man was telling the truth.

Tim was hardly anyone in the presence of someone so tremendously powerful. In fact, Wilbur could crush Tim with just one move, and he would have nothing to say about it.

Pride and reputation were meaningless to him then, and he knew that the best he could do was beg for forgiveness.

The gesture, however, had completely baffled Conrad and his friends.

It was important to note that Tim was quite powerful around these parts, and he had somehow gotten his wits scared out of him by this random guy. What exactly was going on? "What are you doing, Mister Lane?" Conrad asked, feeling lost and confused.

Tim was practically deaf to any voices aside from Wilbur's, bowing over and over again while apologizing.

Wilbur said, "Now let's talk about how these guests of yours were stopping my friend from leaving, and even threatening me. What should we do about that, hm?" "That's all up to you, sir. We'll do as you say," said Tim at once.

Wilbur smiled and nodded. "Cool. One broken leg for each of them and I'll let this slide." "Of course, sir." Tim got to his feet, making his way toward Conrad and the rest.

The three young men panicked at the sight of Tim's murderous expression. "Mister Lane, what are you doing? You're supposed to be on our side here! Con!" "Hey! We're VIPs here! What are you trying to do?" Howie asked, his voice trembling in fear. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.