Living With My Lady Boss

Blake shook his head at once. “God, you’re useless. Top dogs like the Cape Consortium make the headlines no matter what they do. How could you not know about this? You really are garbage.”

“He’s just a lazy freeloader. There’s no point saying all that to him.” Miranda glared at Wilbur, her gaze one of disdain.

Jackson glowered at Wilbur as well. “You don’t know how to do anything but eat and sleep. It’s best that you get lost and stop embarrassing us.”

Wilbur was so angered that a laugh escaped him. Who knows how they would react if they were to find out who he really was?

Thankfully, he had hidden his real identity at the time. Otherwise, he would have never seen their true colors.

Just then, the maids began setting up the table with an assortment of lavish dishes.

A brief moment later, Jackson said, “Mister Woods, please join us for lunch.”

“Oh, sure.” Blake got up slowly. Yvonne held him by the arm as they made their way to the dining table.

Wilbur glanced at the time. “It’s barely ten o’clock. Isn’t it a little too early for lunch?”

“You don’t know anything! Mister Woods is our guest of honor. He deserves only the best from us,” Jackson roared back angrily.

Miranda’s expression was mocking as well. “You’ve got no place here. Get some food from the kitchen if you want to eat.”

Yvonne did not care for Wilbur at all either, clutching onto Blake so tightly that the two were nearly one.

Wilbur smirked coldly. It was clear that Yvonne was giving him a hard time on purpose so that he would propose a divorce out of humiliation and then leave with nothing.

He was planning to leave with nothing, but that changed his mind.

Wilbur still wanted to give them one last test, so he said slowly, “I know what you’re trying to do. How about this? You give me back the five million dollars I gave you back then, and we’ll call it even. How’s that?”

My daughter’s going to have to remarry because of you. Doesn’t she deserve compensation for that as well? We’re giving you an easy way out by not asking you for any more money. How dare you ask for money

“The Willows have been nothing but

meant to be. Do you really want us to demonstrate

was thoroughly

was not a fair one. There were many sides

to a thorough

be a piece of

get some rest,” Wilbur said, then

him, Mister Woods. Let’s eat.” As she spoke, she put a spoonful of food up

to his room, smirking as he pulled out his phone and called

brief moment later, the call went through, and a girl’s voice could

finally remembered

from. Her name was Layla Chessler, a genius hacker and elite sniper. At the moment, she was based in one of Cape

to Seechertown?”

the others decided it. You told us that we would only be

get me in touch with the person in charge. Tell them I’d like to meet with them for a talk. Tell them to

phone at once. We’ll let

pausing for a second before

he walked past the living room, Yvonne asked, “Where are

some stuff to do,” Wilbur said calmly.

“What could you possibly have to do? That’s

going to pay for humiliating him like this, eventually. He would just let them act out for a little while longer.

Wilbur walked out of the

headquarters of Cape Consortium’s Seechertown branch.

Yves sat in her office on the top floor of the company. She was a nervous

of Cape Consortium was there to have

itself that the boss of such a massive and powerful

finance and was considered

figures like this instilled a sense of worry in her chest. That was

the mirror over and over again before making sure that everything was

and was making his way up in the