Living With My Lady Boss

Wilbur glanced at Chester. "Don't get all worked up. I can handle this myself, so why would I need your help?" Walter immediately panicked when he heard what Wilbur said. He had used up all his connections to get Chester to agree to help Wilbur. However, Wilbur had offended him just like that. If this were to go on, Ethan might even die a more painful death.

Wilbur was rich, wasn't he? Why was he so flaky when it cto making decisions? Chester sneered coldly. "Since you don't want my help, I won't give you any. You're going to have to paymy appearance fees though." "What do you mean by that?" Wilbur asked, confused.

Chester said, "Regardless of whether or not you end up using my help, I charge ten million dollars for every talk I'm invited to have.

These are my rules, and you're going to follow them. Got it?" "Is that the case?" Wilbur turned to look at Walter.

Walter broke out into a sweat. Chester had not mentioned any of that before. However, Walter had also not expected Wilbur to just turn him down like that.

"Uhh... Uhh..." Walter had accidentally made things worse and did not know what to say. After all, neither of these people were worth messing with.

ten million dollars, so how much would it cost for you to helpas Walter stated?" "Half

out a laugh. "Are you serious? Can you guarantee that you'll get it done?" "I can't guarantee anything, but that's my fee. Don't

half a billion dollars just like that. I've got the money, but you don't have the right to earn it." "How f*cking dare you speak tolike that? I'll send your ass to jail too!"

don't we calm down? Please, let's talk about this."

the door again. Wilbur got up to open the

Wilbur turned around, sitting back

with confusion at the sight of the men sitting on the couch, especially at

actually gone looking for Maniac to the point that he had actually showed up at Wilbur's doorstep? Knowing the

Maniac as well, his

bowed to Wilbur respectfully. "Sir, I've got