Living With My Lady Boss

Over at Southlake Resort Island.

It was a privately-owned vacation spot located west of Seechertown, and was around a thousand acres wide.

Its land was surrounded by a pristine natural lake with an island in the middle. It had over ten billion dollars invested into the construction of five-star hotels and various entertainment facilities. It even had a variety of exotic plants transplanted there, making the island one of Seechertown’s most famous vacation sites.

On that very day, Blake had the entire resort island reserved for only those who were invited.

The resort was transformed into a large event space after a few days of decorating. There were tables and chairs adorned with fresh flowers, as well as all kinds of snacks and champagne.

Wilbur parked outside Southlake and walked over to the island. Right at its front was the guests’ check-in table, as well as the gift collection counter.

Wilbur walked up to the table and tossed the five hundred dollars that he had prepared on it. “Here’s my gift.”

The people at the table were all members of the Willow family. One of them saw that it was Wilbur and cast a disdainful glare at the money on the table. “Gosh, are you really this broke? Look at everyone else. Their gifts are worth tens of thousands of dollars! Don’t you feel ashamed for giving such a paltry sum?”

Wilbur chuckled and responded, “I had five million dollars, but someone took it away and still refuses to pay me back to this day. Five hundred is all I have now.”

The event supervisor’s expression darkened upon hearing those words, and roared, “You bastard! Are you trying to cause a scene?”

Wilbur replied with a deep voice, “Me? Cause a scene? That’s what the Willow family’s been doing.”

The supervisor sneered coldly, “Listen up, young man. If it hadn’t been for Mister Woods and Miss Yvonne’s instructions, I would’ve beaten you to a pulp.”

“I don’t quite believe that,” Wilbur responded calmly.

The few members of the Willow family next to the supervisor heard this and were about to get physical.

However, the supervisor stopped them and said, “Today’s Miss Yvonne’s big day. Let him go for now. We’ll get him when this is over.”

a spot to sit. There’s plenty to eat and drink. You should get back your money’s worth,” the manager

no heed and walked in confidently. The supervisor, on the other hand, called Yvonne at once.

central region of the island. He got himself a glass of champagne before finding himself a spot to

still coming in. Some of them were people of power, and the check-in table announced their arrivals as a

being considered one of the bigger establishments in the city. The guests present that day were

and Yvonne approached Wilbur not long after he took his

a deep red suit with his shiny hair slicked back. Meanwhile, Yvonne,

Blake spoke up with a smile, “I

invited. Naturally, I had to come and congratulate you two. After all, Yvonne and I were married in the past,”

so you could see where you stand. It’s time for you to see the truth and stop

haven’t thought of that since I left the Willows,”

yourself what it means to have connections, power and presence, you

I hope I won’t be disappointed,”

let you down for sure. Everyone here is someone you

exchanged a smile and walked off arm in arm.

head. He took a sip of champagne, tasting

headquarters in Kardon Province, Faye Yves, has

announcement made the crowd burst out into applause.

was world-class, to the point where even the CEO of a certain branch was a pretty big deal. She was representing the Cape Consortium, after

the check-in table, waiting for those important people to arrive.

her at once and led her to the main table at the banquet hall.

walked past the tables, catching Wilbur’s eyes and exchanging smiles

Faye her seat, Blake and Yvonne returned to the check-in table again to wait for the other guests.

a tall and broad man came up to the

man glanced at Blake and Yvonne and

man, so he hurried

Wilbur Penn,” the

Blake and Yvonne before

“This is the person in charge of Kardon Province’s military, Gordon Grayson. Do I need to