Living With My Lady Boss

"Thank you, sir. I'll wait here for you." Gage was clearly relieved.

Wilbur hung up and scoffed. Who dared to confiscate his belongings? With that, he went out and drove toward the Eastern Sun District.

The Eastern Sun District was a district near Seechertown less than a hundred kilometers away, so he was able to reach there relatively quickly.

Wilbur called Gage after arriving in the district and asked for his specific location, then followed his direction all the way to the destination.

He arrived at the gates of a chemical factory in the Eastern Sun District and saw more than ten men in security uniforms. They were gathered at the gates, chatting and laughing away.

Wilbur got out of his car and approached them.

"Hold it. What do you want?" A security guard around his thirties stepped forward and shouted at Wilbur.

Wilbur replied, "I'm the owner of this batch of ores. I'm here to retrieve my goods." "Alright. Go on in," the security guard teased smugly.

Wilbur asked on his way in, "How should | address you?" "Whatever you like. I'm the security leader of this chemical factory, Scott Zappa." "Alright, Mister Zappa," Wilbur said.

Scott scoffed and said, "Quit it. You should think of ways to get the money, or you won't be leaving either." "Oh yeah? Is that so?" Wilbur asked.

Scott chuckled and said, "You know, our factory owner, Mister Buff, is a well-known figure in the Eastern Sun District. He calls the shots. | suggest you don't try to play any tricks, or you'll be asking for it." "Got it. Can | head inside and inspect the damage first?" asked Wilbur.

Scott said coldly, "Go ahead. I'll take you there, so don't say we're trying to run a scam." Wilbur laughed. He soon arrived at a corner of a factory room under the watchful eyes of Scott and a dozen security guards.

The room was near the highway. Sof the ores rolled out of the truck and damaged a part of the factory room along with the equipment inside.

Wilbur inspected it and said, "This is a few hundred thousand dollars’ worth of damage at most. Isn't asking for ten million dollars a little too much?" "Whatever you want to say, you can tell that to Mister Buff instead," Scott replied coldly.

Wilbur shrugged and entered an office that Scott led him to.

There was a tough-looking fat man sitting in the office. He had a mustache and looked like he was in his forties. The man looked like a seasoned and tough gangster.

The man was making tea at the moment, and there were two other men standing next to him. The three of them were having a lively chat.

Scott bowed and smiled after Wilbur was taken inside. He said, "Boss, the ores’ owner is here." Buff glanced at Wilbur, then he told Scott, "Alright. Get out and keep a close eye on those drivers and that Weiss guy." "Understood, Mister Buff. They won't get away," Scott promised before leaving the room to carry out his orders. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Buff Lestrade, who was known as Mister Buff, looked at Wilbur. He asked in a condescending tone, "So, do you have the money?" "I do, but we'll see if you have what it takes to get them," Wilbur teased.

Buff was displeased. There was a man next to him with short gray sleeves. He shouted at Wilbur, "How dare you! How dare you talk smack in front of Mister Buff?" "F*ck, let's just beat him up first." The other man with short white sleeves stood up abruptly, ready for a fight.

However, Buff waved it off and laughed. He said, "Stop. We're businessmen now. Let's talk it out professionally and get smoney peacefully."