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

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.

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

The woman looked at the blond man. "Remember not to taint or take advantage of her. She was once one of us, after all." "Got it, Big Sis." The blond man let out a string of strange laughter. It was morning. Wilbur sat in the living room fiddling with a token in his hands, trying to sense the mysterious energy in it. Just then, Faye came downstairs. "Good morning, Boss." "You don't have to call me that, you know," Wilbur said, shaking his head. Faye replied, "Well, some boundaries are still necessary when it comes to work. By the way, your car's fixed." She handed a set of keys to Wilbur. Wilbur's car had been damaged during the confrontation with Jose and Duran, and he had been relying on e-hailing services for the past few days. Wilbur nodded. "Thank you." "See you, Boss. Master Jose's right outside. Remember to eat." Faye left the house after that, her heels clacking on the floor. Wilbur sighed as Faye left. Faye was definitely a qualified partner to have, wit

Wilbur chuckled. "I'll be waiting, then. Come at me." Bernie was going to explode with rage. He could not bear to lose his pride just like that, but Wilbur's strength was something he was wary of. Yet he did not believe that Wilbur was all that powerful at all. Bernie took out his phone and made a few calls. He then sat down with his friend at another table and waited. The cafe owner was beside himself in panic at the sight, but there was nothing he could do. A little over ten minutes later, an SUV pulled up in front of the cafe. Five big guys got out of the car. The leader of the group hurried up to Bernie. "What's the matter, Boss?" The sight of those men gave Bernie an immediate surge of confidence. He was actually just a thug before his uncle got him the job and had made lots of friends with dubious backgrounds. After becoming a hygiene inspector, he would use his authority to threaten and bully weaker forces. Everyone was not only afraid of his status but also th