Living With My Lady Boss

Wilbur glanced at the man and woman with a frown. "Do you two own this place?" "We don't, but | can't stand other people being around when | eat! It upsets my appetite," the man said haughtily. The woman next to him tittered as well, her heavy makeup creasing. She seemed to appreciate the man's cockiness.

Wilbur was about to respond when the owner of the cafe crunning over. He whispered to Wilbur, "Dude, you should just go.

You can't afford to mess with him. Don't get yourself into trouble." "Trouble is something | don't fear at all," Wilbur replied calmly.

The cafe owner furrowed his brows. He was about to say more when the man stormed over. The man rolled up his sleeves as if gearing up for a fight.

The cafe owner was scared out of his wits and ran to hide at once. Wilbur glanced at Skyler, who immediately understood his intentions. Skyler got to his feet and made his way to the man.

All that man felt was an overwhelming wave of dizziness before he was struck in the face with a sharp punch.

The man collapsed to the floor with a thud. The woman next to him screamed in terror, fleeing at once.

Skyler scoffed, then returned to sit next to Wilbur. Just then, Wilbur said, "Sir, could we have stoast? We're starving." "How are you still in the mood to eat?" The cafe owner was beside himself in panic. "This guy's a hooligan with over fifty men under him! You're going to be in trouble from this." "Why are you so scared? Just get us our food, man," Skyler piped up impatiently from the side.

The cafe owner let out a sigh, turning away. He re-emerged with several plates of toast and eggs, which Wilbur and Skyler dug into without another word.

As if shooligan would even be able to touch them.

Just then, the man on the floor finally regained consciousness. He was in a daze, only realizing what had happened after a long while as he wiped at the blood trickling from his nose and pointed at Wilbur and Skyler viciously. "You bastard! | dare you to stick around. I'll have your head even if it's the death of me." Wilbur hardly paid the man any mind, and Skyler chuckled. "Well, hurry up, then. We've got somewhere to be after breakfast." "You're not leaving Lincoln City, you piece of shit," the man fumed, leaving with the woman in tow.

Wilbur and Skyler exchanged smiles. They shook their heads, continuing to eat.

However, the cafe owner's face was creased with worry as he let out a grave sigh.

Wilbur asked, "What's the matter, sir? Is he really that scary?" "You two must be from out of town," the cafe owner replied.

Wilbur nodded, and the cafe owner let out another sigh. "That guy is used to having his way, and he has spretty powerful people supporting him. We can't afford to mess with him. You can just leave after you're done, but I'll be in trouble. Oh God, | don't even know if | can keep this place after this." Wilbur fell silent for a moment before saying, "That's alright. We'll be right here waiting for him and fix this mess for you." "That's very honorable of you, but | don't know if you'll be able to do that." The cafe owner shook his head and headed back into the kitchen to prepare more food. He seemed to shrink into himself as if he was deflated.

Skyler sighed. "What luck we have to run into something like this just having breakfast." "Con. It's just a few hooligans. Just treat it like we're doing scommunity service for the people here," Wilbur said between bites.

Skyler chuckled, and the both of them continued to eat.

After stime, a few cars pulled up outside the cafe. Over twenty people emerged from those cars.

The man from earlier had his nose bandaged up. He pointed at Wilbur and Skyler, and the other men charged toward the cafe with batons in their hands.

Wilbur frowned. "Settle this outside. Don't break the kind man's tables." "Got it, Boss." Skyler set down his toast and went outside.

"That's him! Kick his ass!" The man shouted, and his men swarmed towards Skyler. Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.