Living With My Lady Boss

Chapter 630 Eileen laughed. "The Kiwanis Club isn't to be underestimated. I've got my sources, too. You should really get ready for this. He's going to be areal doozy." She turned to leave after that, heading to her room.

Wilbur fell silent for a moment before calling Matt.

I The call connected, and Matt said at once, " Master! I heard someone wants to challenge you at the Drunken Inn. He even said that it was going to be a fight to the death." "A fight to the death?" Wilbur frowned. What enmity could this guy possibly have with him to want a fight to the death? It was important to note that every Sanctuary level cultivator was considered a brilliant fighter.

The nation had eyes on all of them, and they themselves had put in a lot of hard work to get

to where they were. A Sanctuary level cultivator would never announce such a thing involving another Sanctuary level cultivator unless there was some irreconcilable hatred between them.

But judging from what Eileen said, if this man came from Eagle City, it was highly likely that Justin had hired him to kill Wilbur.

Justin had indeed surrendered to Wilbur, but he had a terrible ego and most likely had not gotten over the humiliation he suffered.

Besides, it was perfectly understandable that someone of his position and power was able to employ the help of a Sanctuary level cultivator. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

If that were true, it would be a fair explanation for Sullivan's desire to kill Wilbur. ‘ Wilbur chuckled to himself. These people were getting braver and braver these days. He would have to teach Justin a lesson or the bastard would still think that Wilbur had only I managed to get the upper hand using Benjamin Grayson's name.

"Have the Drunken Inn sealed completely, Matt. No outsiders allowed in there aside from fellow cultivators, pay the innkeeper whatever's needed," said Wilbur.

Matt hurried to say, "Got it, Master. I'll get to that right now." "Alright. Don't worry about me, tell Sullivan Cromwell that I'll be there on time tomorrow at noon." "Yes, Master." Wilbur hung up the call, driving out of Sealake Island to get breakfast. I A Sanctuary level cultivator challenging him was hardly worth worrying over.

He arrived at Henwoods, asking for a dozen sandwiches and two bowls of mushroom soup. After eating to his heart's content, he returned to Sealake Island and got to meditating.

Not long after, his phone rang with a call from Nancy.

‘What's up, Nancy?" "Hello, Wilbur. Are you free tomorrow?" Nancy asked carefully. I Wilbur let out a sigh. "I'm really sorry, but I'm busy tomorrow. I need to meet someone from the cultivator circle." I "Ah, that's alright. I won't be in your way, then.

Bye, Wilbur." Nancy hung up the phone, leaving Wilbur rather perplexed.

Nancy had been Wilbur's old classmate, and the two of them had always been rather good friends. Nancy had helped Wilbur out quite a bit when they were younger, and he did not have the heart to turn her down.

But tomorrow's battle was important too, and he had no choice but to say no to her.

Letting out a sigh, Wilbur pushed away his thoughts and got back to meditating.

On the other end, Nancy hung up the call in a

state of worry.

Ever since developing feelings for Wilbur, she had not been able to stop thinking about him.

Yet she knew that the both of them were in different worlds now.

It was just that she was not getting any younger, and her parents had been urging her I I to get married. They had even introduced her to several men, but none of them had caught her fancy. I This time her family had introduced him to yet another owner of a small business. He was young, handsome, and rich. However, Nancy did not have eyes for any other man anymore.

The guy her family had introduced her to had asked Nancy out on a date the next day, and she had wanted to use Wilbur as a scapegoat to get the other guy to give up.

But with Wilbur being busy the next day, she was pressured by her family into saying yes to the date. What was she going to do? Perhaps she could go to the Drunken Inn