Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver

Chapter 8

Wilbur frowned. “Come on. I’m not the bad guy here.”

“You’re as bad as one can get! I know what you’re up to!” The girl cried out in rage.

Wilbur sighed, and Benjamin spoke up at that moment, “Leave us alone.”

The girl was indignant but ended up stomping out while holding back her tears.

Benjamin turned to look at Wilbur. “That’s my granddaughter, Susie. She’s still young. Please don’t mind her.”

“That’s alright. Why do you have so much trust in me, Mister Grayson?” Wilbur asked.

Benjamin smiled. “I’m in my seventies, and I’ve seen a lot. There is a lot left unknown in the world out there, and I know I’m too old to find out what they are. However, I do believe that there are things I don’t know of. More importantly, anyone dying would want a chance to live on. I’m no exception.”

“That’s very honest of you. Let’s begin, then,” Wilbur said with a smile.

Benjamin smiled, stripping off his shirt to reveal a torso covered in scars.

There were more than ten scars from knife wounds alone and a few more from bullets. There wasn’t a single part of his body that was intact. It was a terrifying sight.

Wilbur sighed and remarked, “You’ve worked really hard.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. I was just making a living as a poor man too. I’m not as great as that kid makes me out to be,” Benjamin said nonchalantly.

Wilbur smiled. He placed a palm onto Benjamin’s back and slowly channeled a wave of spirit energy into his body.

Wilbur then guided the spirit energy around Benjamin’s body carefully. “Remember this energy path and do the same in the future.”

Benjamin nodded, and Wilbur continued.

had traveled thirty-six rounds,

a deep breath. His

devoid of the dull underlying feeling from before. On top of that,

got up and bowed deeply to Wilbur.

to help him up.

“You’re a miracle worker. I can’t believe I lived long

paper? I’ll write

up at once

a moment before he doodled on the paper.

the beginner’s Dragon Chant that I

young man.” Benjamin stared at the paper

Wilbur got to his feet. “I’ll be on

sent Wilbur out. He asked for Wilbur’s number before reluctantly parting

Susie came downstairs and

to Uncle Wilbur at house number eighteen. Remember

believing this scammer?” Susie could not help

was a scammer? You’ll go when I tell you to, or you can piss off

grandfather was. All she could do was prepare what she was told to and have the

rare treasures that were difficult to come by, costing at least a few hundred thousand dollars. Susie could hardly contain her anger upon thinking that they

drove to house number eighteen. She did not get out of the car. Instead, she took out her phone and made a

call connected, and Susie said,

on?” A deep voice could be

claiming to be able to heal him.

brief silence on the other end before her father responded, “Do as your Grandpa said. I’ll come home and sort this out as

call. Her expression was ice-cold as she got out of the car

opened the door. Seeing her, he asked, “Is

them in front of Wilbur, and said, “I

before replying with

and turned around to drive away.

her way home, Susie could hardly

to believe anything just to live a little longer. How different was he from any old geezer who resorted to buying

Seechertown to support them. How could her grandfather believe

of the

it was and scrambled to get out of the car to