Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver novel Chapter 1173

In fact, he might even meet a fate worse than Leo's.

After racking his brains, Jimmy felt like apologizing was his only hope of getting out of this alive.

Leo Emer was dead, after all. Who was Jimmy in comparison to someone like that?

Morgan looked down at Jimmy, shouting, "What's going on here?"

Jimmy hardly dared to hide anything. He sobbed as he told Morgan everything that had transpired from start to finish.

Morgan was furious after hearing this. "Lock him up and strip him of all his duties! He needs to be punished!"

More Special Forces agents came forward, handcuffing and dragging away an agonized Jimmy.

The other higher-ups and officials present came forward to apologize to Wilbur one by one, loading their apologies with endless praise for Wilbur.

Wilbur sneered coldly, paying them no mind.

Eventually, Julian hurried over and diverted the topic, chatting with Wilbur.

The banquet ended in a hurry after that.

Morgan and Julian bid their goodbyes separately to Wilbur, who left to return to North Manand with Demi and the others in tow.

Morgan ordered his men to discuss the details of the alliance with Julian and the others, then returned to his office on his own. He closed the door, bursting into tears as he slid to the ground.

"I'm sorry, my dear son. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you, nor will I be able to avenge you. Please forgive me. We need an expert like him for the country to ensure our power and the country's stability. Please, don't hate me."

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Over in North Manand.

Wilbur stayed at Demi's for another fortnight, during which he listed down the rules he had for Demi, Bayer, Nora, and Grant.

Illegal dealings were no longer allowed in this territory, and everyone's main focus would be to help Dasha watch over North Manand.

"What's going on here?" Wilbur frowned.

Charles called out to Wilbur while trying to hold the old folks back. "Sir, they've been insisting on coming inside. We've tried to tell them to stop, but they won't listen. Look, our clothes are all torn up because of them."

Wilbur walked over, facing the crowd of senior citizens. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is now private property. Trespassing is not allowed."

"We're not trespassing! What the hell are you talking about? This is public property!"

"Let us in, or we'll have the whole place torn down!"

"Let us in this very second. You're getting in the way of our evening Zumba!"

The old folks shouted and pointed at Wilbur, protesting at the top of their lungs.

Wilbur furrowed his brows. He knew that a lot of these old folks were overly defensive of their rights to their evening aerobics spaces, and this had been an ongoing problem.

What he had not expected, however, was that they would show up here.