Living With My Lady Boss

Chapter 95
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Wilbur could not help but sigh.
Wilbur knew something was up from the moment he heard the man’s initial shouting. That was why he did not attack immediately. Instead, he wanted to know what was going on before doing anything. Sure enough, his patience has paid off.
“Calm down. Tell me what happened and let me see if I can fix it for you. If you keep going like this, you might lose everything and end up in jail for the rest of your life,” Wilbur said.
Tears streamed down the man’s face, and he shook his head. I’ve got no choice. There’s nothing I can do.
“You might not be able to solve the problem, but someone else might. Come on now. Tell me what happened. I might have a solution, you know,”
Perhaps the man really wanted to let it out. He started talking after Wilbur coaxed him.
“A year ago, I was scammed by Kenji Zane. He made me lose up to ten million dollars in his casino, then persuaded me to take a loan from loan sharks. A year later, the interest racked up to about thirty million dollars and I had no way of paying it. They took over my company and kicked me out, so now I’ve got. nothing left. My wife and kids left me, and I’m neck-deep in debt. I don’t want to live anymore!”

The man broke into a gut-wrenching s ob after that, one that tugged at everyone’s heartstrings.
Wilbur shook his head as well. The man had been tricked into a death trap.
It was such a tragedy.
Just then, a police siren sounded from both sides of the bridge once more. In no time, about fifty officers had surrounded Wilbur and the man completely with their guns pointed at the man.
Wilbur looked around him and lowered his voice, “You’re in a lot of danger right now. Get back and lean against this car.”
The man was shocked. “What did you say?”
“Listen to me. I’m not gonna hurt you,” Wilbur said, raising his arms as he slowly walked backward with the man in tow to lean against an SUV, during which the blade of the man’s knife was still pointed at
Wilbur’s neck.
Just then, a tall, strong-looking woman in a white shirt and jeans walked over with her hands in the air as she shouted, “Hey, bro! I’m not armed. Please don’t hurt the victim.”
The man shouted, “Don’t come any closerl Stop right where you are!”
The woman took two slow steps forward before stopping around four to five meters in front of the two men. “Don’t be rash, bro. Let’s talk this out.”
The man tightened his grip on the knife in his hand, and Wilbur’s head leaned backward from the gesture. The woman panicked. “No! Don’t do it! You’ll get into a lot of trouble if you murder someone.”
Wilbur spoke up too, “Dude, I’m doing this for your own good. It really won’t be any good for you to do this to someone like me.”
“I’ve got no choice! I don’t care anymore! I’m sorry,” the man said, his chest heaving.
Wilbur whispered, “Why didn’t you go to the police over this?”