Living With My Lady Boss

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. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

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 jump off a building? The clothes she was wearing did little to hide her perfect curves.

Wilbur could not help but marvel to himself, taking in the sight of the beauty before him.

Yet he saw Faye all the tand was so used to beauty like hers that Sylvia did not stir anything in him.

What Wilbur was confused about was why Sylvia had fallen from a building. Could she have just slipped and fallen because she was drunk, or was she actually trying to take her own life? Either way, he was just going to wait for Sylvia to wake up and have her leave. After all, there were bigger fish that Wilbur had to fry.

Tpassed by slowly, and Sylvia began to puke violently all of a sudden.

Wilbur huffed exasperatedly. He got up to clean her vomit up, helping Sylvia onto a chair and feeding her a large glass of water. At last, Sylvia returned to her senses.

She looked around her in a daze. "Am I in hell?" Wilbur used his spiritual sense to cast the 'Infinite Linguist' spell, staring at her quietly.

"Who are you?" Sylvia finally spotted Wilbur, jumping in shock.

Wilbur said, "You fell off a building, and I saved your life in time." Sylvia was silent as she recollected what happened. A long pause later, she burst into tears.

Wilbur was stunned. What was going on here? Sylvia sobbed as she said, "Why did you have to save me? Why?" "Well, you're an innocent life. I can't just let you plummet to your death, can I?" Wilbur asked. Sylvia stumbled over to the nearest window, shoving it open to jump again.

Yet the window was far too narrow for her to fit through it at all.

Sylvia flew into a fit of rage, pummeling at the windowsill and wailing at the top of her lungs.

Wilbur had no choice but to drag her back with a frown. "If you really to die going to have to f a different spot." Content bet englishSW to Sylvia was tossed onto the couch as she stared blankly at Wilbur.

A while later, she said, "I fell from the ninetieth floor. How the hell did you manage to save me?" "I was in the middle of having a drink when I saw someone falling, so I leaped up to save you. I brought you back to my room since you were unconscious." Wilbur had no choice but to tell the truth. He could not find another explanation. Sylvia was silent for a long time. "You're a cultivator?" et Wilbur raised his eyebrows in surprise but quickly calmed down after realizing that it was no surprise someone like Sylvia knew about cultivators. He nodded slowly.

Sylvia smiled. "You're in trouble. Big trouble." "What do you mean by that?" Wilbur asked.