Nancy's colleagues were in shock as well. Why did Nancy’s classmate make such a boastful claim? That was quite a big deal to just joke about, and he should not have said that just because he was interested in Nancy. Norman laughed even louder, with tears practically coming out of his eyes. He pointed at Wilbur. "Oh my god. You really will just say anything. I really don't know how you got the nerves to talk like this. I really don't!" Yet Wilbur merely smiled in the face of Norman's mocking. "And what if I really do it?" "I'll get on my knees and lick the bottom of your shoes if you do! Hmph!" Norman said, unimpressed. Wilbur laughed, looking at Nancy and her classmates. "You heard it for yourselves. He just said that!" The classmates looked at each other, unsure why Wilbur was acting so crazy all of a sudden. Nancy pulled Wilbur to the side at once. "That's enough! Stop this. I'll pack up my stuff now and we'll get going." Yet Wilbur said, "Don't worry. Let me make a c
Wilbur sat down leisurely as well. He even lit a cigarette. Norman's expression darkened. "Hey, you can't smoke in here! Are you really looking to be thrown off the second floor?" "I'd like to see you try and do that." Wilbur hardly paid him any mind. Norman scoffed, shouting for security at once. Nancy panicked at the sight. "Wilbur, forget it. Let's go." Nancy was afraid that this might cause a commotion and end in a mess. However, just then, Chelsea was seen hurrying over to their location. Norman's chest lurched at the sight. Did this man really know Chelsea? Norman was still doubtful of the fact that someone like Wilbur would be acquainted with Chelsea. Maybe she was just walking around the mall. Thus, he got to his feet and walked up to Chelsea respectfully. "Miss Willow! What brings you here?" Chelsea paid him no mind, making a beeline to Wilbur. "What's the matter, Wilbur?" The familiarity left Norman in a daze. When was Chelsea Willow acquainted with Wilbur
The guards were at a loss and froze where they stood. Chelsea saw that and said coldly, "Get moving! Are you trying to get fired too?" The guards snapped out of their daze at once, then turned to look at Norman. "Come on. Miss Willow's orders." Norman knew that there was no saving the situation anymore, so he glared at Chelsea. "You're going to pay for this!" He looked murderously at Wilbur one last time before turning to leave. Wilbur's expression darkened. "Stop." Norman turned around, looking at Wilbur. "I'm already leaving my job. What else do you want?" "Didn't you say that you were going to lick the bottom of my shoe earlier?" Wilbur lifted a foot, shaking his shoes. Norman's expression turned sour at once. "I'm warning you. Don't go too far!" "Going too far?" Wilbur asked, then continued, "Don't you think that harassing Nancy and the other workers here was going too far as well?" "You…" Norman was at a loss for words. His face turned scarlet as he stood there
Chelsea smiled bitterly. "There isn't much of a difference between Miss Yves doing something and you doing something." Wilbur did not know what to say, as the words were true to an extent. Chelsea noticed Wilbur's silence and smiled. "I don't blame either of you in the slightest. They deserved everything that happened to them." Wilbur remained silent. He could not bring himself to insult the Willow family right in front of Chelsea. Just then, Chelsea said, "Wilbur, I called you here to ask you something. What's going to happen to Willow Corp?" Wilbur looked at Chelsea, whose expression seemed resigned to what had happened to the Willows. He let out a sigh, then got straight to the point. "That depends on what you want. If you want Willow Corp to remain under the Willow family name, I'll have Faye return all the shares to your name. That way, you'll have better control over the company. Cape International will cover all the bank debts, too." Chelsea lit up. "You're the bes
A while later, Nancy grew strangely sad all of a sudden. She finally realized that she was so distant from this classmate of hers. It was almost noon when Wilbur left Willow Corp, and he had not even had breakfast yet. He sat down at a burger stall, ordering two burgers to fill his stomach. Just as he finished the first one, he received a call from an anonymous number. It was someone from the Owens family, saying that Sealake Island was ready to be transferred to him, and all he had to do was sign his name." Wilbur told the caller to pick him up in Castlebury in half an hour. After eating, Wilbur called a car to go home. He was greeted by the sight of a quiet young man holding a briefcase, waiting for him at the door. Wilbur glanced at the young man, who bowed deeply to him. "Good afternoon, Mister Penn. My name is Sean Owens, my grandfather sent me here to have you sign the transfer documents." It seemed like Sean was from the third generation of the Owens family. Fr
Wilbur did not even open his eyes. He placed his hand in front of his neck like a blade. The fishing line was wrapped around Wilbur's neck several times. The lady pulled, and the line tightened. Somehow, the fishing line was incredibly strong, seemingly laced with some kind of power. It felt like it was able to cut through metal. Yet when Wilbur raised a finger and touched it, the line snapped at once. The lady stared at Wilbur in shock. Wilbur smiled. "Are you surprised?" "I have definitely underestimated you. How did you find out?" The lady asked coldly. Wilbur shook his head. "I didn't know at all. I was just waiting for you. I only knew you were trying to kill me when you made your move." "So, you knew that someone was trying to kill you?" "Some idiot wants revenge. He's had it out for me for a while now. Of course I'd know," Wilbur explained with a shrug. The lady's expression darkened. She kicked over her fishing box and took out two curved daggers from it.
Just as she shouted the words, the aura dagger spun toward Wilbur's chest. The two other daggers attacked Wilbur from his left and right, making it impossible for him to move. The Soulkill Slayer was the real attack. It left the enemy with nowhere to run and was powerful enough to kill all enemies. The lady's eyes glinted murderously. That was her ultimate move, one that took the lives of many elites. She was certain that this man would be no exception. Yet just then, Wilbur shouted as his hands began to glow with a blinding aura. He opened his right palm, and the daggers attacking from both sides were sucked over by a powerful force at once and crushed to dust. At the same time, Wilbur's right hand launched an attack at the aura dagger. Wilbur's attack collided with the aura dagger, and it disintegrated at once, floating out into the air in dispersed wisps. The lady was truly shocked at last. She, an aura expert, had finally realized that she was hardly any match
Wilbur smiled lightly, and a small flame ignited at the tip of his finger. He pointed that finger at the lady's forehead, and the flame seemed to pass through the skin and enter the lady's mind before disappearing altogether. All at once, the lady felt a new sort of energy in her body. The energy seemed to radiate with terrifying power, the kind that could explode at any second and destroy her. The lady cried out, "Spirit energy? You're a spirit cultivator?" As a cultivator, she knew how terrifying spirit cultivators were. They were powerful enough to control the energy of heaven and earth, and aura cultivators were nothing compared to them. It was then that realization dawned upon the lady. Wilbur was only using the tiniest fraction of his energy and had not used his real skills at all. Just then, Wilbur smiled. "Well, now you know. To be honest, I'm hiring you to kill the guy just so he'll reap exactly what he sowed. I wouldn't need you otherwise." Wilbur turned to