Living With My Lady Boss

All of a sudden, Wilbur threw the pint of beer onto the floor. The bottle shattered upon impact, glass flying everywhere.

The supervisor walked over at once. "Is anything the matter, Sir?" "This is fake alcohol. Are you trying to take the piss out of me?" Wilbur asked coldly.

The supervisor stopped short before saying, "Sir, please watch what you say. All of our alcohol is purchased legally following all necessary procedures." "lI don't care! It's fake because I said it is. You're going to payten million dollars, or you can kiss this club goodbye." Wilbur sat down, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

The supervisor was stunned, only returning to his senses after sthad passed.

He then chuckled. "You aren't from here, are you, Sir?" "I'm not. What about it?" "I see. Well, it's just your luck that you cto a place where an attitude like this will only get you killed," the supervisor mocked.

Wilbur's expression turned cold. He got to his feet, slapping the supervisor twice across the face.

completely stunned

rules here, got it? Getmy money if you don't want another beating right now!" The other staff members on duty realized something was off as well

supervisor returned to his senses at last, shouting, "Get this bastard good!" The staff members charged all at once. However,

Do you know who owns this place? Have you got a death wish, starting trouble like this?" "I don't care who this place

heed as he leaned back

thick layer of makeup and

had a mature

beer." "Let's not talk about whether or not the beer was fake. You asked for a compensation of ten million dollars. Isn't that a bit much?" "l don't think so." "I guess you just clooking for trouble, huh?" "You've got that right." Haley's expression turned cold at Wilbur's words. "This nightclub belongs to Mister Ack. Are you sure you've thought this through?" "lI don't give a damn about who the

is Mister Ack's lover. Do you have a death wish?" "Is that so?" Wilbur got to his feet, walking up to Haley and giving her