Living With My Lady Boss

Wilbur had a creepy smile on his face. The silver fireball formed from spirit energy in his hand hurtled toward Robin.

Boom.

The silver fireball exploded. The nearby space rippled like a lake surface stirred by strong winds.

Robin sensed the danger and retreated instantaneously, but he was still affected by the explosion caused by the silver fireball.

He rushed out of the hotel as a ball of black mist. He was sprinting in one direction like a ghost.

His soul was burned by the powerful spirit energy explosion. It made him stumble and feel dizzy. He almost collapsed several times on the way out.

However, he used this spirit energy to fight off the injury through sheer will as he escaped back to the villa.

The darkness that enveloped the hotel faded away slowly, and the lights regained their brightness.

Sylvia, Tyson, and the others were still terrified. They ran outside and looked at Wilbur with terrified expressions. Wilbur smiled and said, "It's alright. That guy ran away." Sylvia and the others finally sighed in relief.

They did not engage in battle, but the pressure they felt from the Dark Domain almost made them go crazy with fear. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

That feeling of endless darkness and despair was enough to drive them crazy.

Wilbur looked toward where Robin escaped. He told Sylvia and the others, "The special agents of the presidential office are securing the hotel downstairs, so you should be safe for now. I'm going to look for that guy." Then, he walked toward the end of the hallway. He sensed the direction and leaped from the 70th floor.

Sylvia and the others were surprised to see him do that. Was it even humanly possible? A mysterious row of vehicles drove to the hotel after Wilbur left.

At the lead was a young woman in her twenties who was under the tight protection of the special agents squad. She was dressed in a black suit and a straight skirt. She stepped out of her vehicle slowly and walked into the hotel lobby.

The woman had an oval-shaped face, appearing somewhat slender and innocent.

However, the Special Agents and those accompanying her showed her tremendous respect.

"Ma'am, that man left the hotel," reported the person in charge of the special agents squad with a serious tone.

The woman nodded and asked, "Do you know where he's heading?" "I don't know, but judging from the direction, he should be heading toward the Pentagon Mountain Villa." The woman smiled and said, "Oh, I see. I'll wait for him there, then. Please clean up the hotel properly, it reeks of blood." "Yes, ma'am. We started to clean up as soon as he left, but there were too many bodies. This will take a while." The woman sat on the hotel lobby sofa, and she silently looked outside.

The Special Agent knew that he so he went outside t to carry out his duty, leaving only her assistant to accompany her. Robin was at the Pentagon Mountain Villa. He stumbled on his way back, but he finally made it to the living room.

Miss Jenkins remained seated in able the oval-shaped conferenc ront was holding onto her rystal glass filled with Bloody Mary "I'm sorry, Miss Jenkins. I've failed." Robin endured the pain of his soul injury, and he bowed with guilt.

He was traumatized by the et terrifyingly powerful spirit energy of his opponent. He never expected someone to possess that level of spirit energy. He could not believe that spirit energy was used with a fireball spell. Michelle sipped her drink and frowned. She did not speak for a long while.

She gently beckoned after a long while. Two figures appeared behind her.

There was a muscular guy with thick eyebrows and a hunchbacked elder. They stood by her side.

Robin looked up slowly. He asked with a shocked expression, "Are you two here to kill me?"