Living With My Lady Boss

"And who the f*ck are you?" Wilbur asked.

Tim raised an eyebrow but followed with a sly chuckle. "The f*cking nerve of this guy. Everyone knows who Tim Lane is." "Tim Lane? I've never heard of you," Wilbur said coldly. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Tim's expression darkened. "I was going to let you two settle this amicably, but you're going to have to suffer for talking tolike that." "He's too arrogant, Mister Lane! Con, teach him a lesson!" Conrad shouted from the side.

Tim was still a businessman and knew how to talk like one. "Look, you're going to apologize to my guest. I'll break one of your legs after that, and we can call it even." "Apologize?" Wilbur's expression turned dark. "These guys were feeling my friend up and not letting her leave. They even threatenedto hell and back before you guys got here. If you break their legs instead, I'll let this slide. You won't have to shut down your karaoke club, either. Get to it, or I'll make sure you disappear off the face of Seechertown." "You motherf*cker. I'm going to get you." "Yeah, Mister Lane, let's get him!" "Cripple him! Get that bastard!" Conrad and his friends could not take Wilbur's cockiness and were rearing to beat him up.

However, Tim's expression grew solemn at the words. After all, he had been around long enough to know when something was off.

Tim looked harder at Wilbur, sitting there without a care in the world. This man was talking a big talk, but he seemed to be in no hurry to get physical.

"Where are you from, young man? Can | have your name? | don't want to risk disturbing the peace here," said Tim carefully.

Wilbur chuckled. "And where the hell are you from? What right do you even have to ask for my name?" Tim's expression darkened. "Have you heard of the Owens clan? Does the nLightning Hank ring a bell?" "You're from the Owen's clan?" Wilbur asked in a deep voice.

Tim flushed. He did not deserve to call himself a member of the Owens clan. He was merely one of Lightning Hank's henchmen in the past.

Back in the day when the Owens clan joined forces with the Lilith clan and the Torrent clan to have Lightning Hank run the illegal operations of Seechertown, Tim had held a rather high position working under him.

However, since Lightning Hank and Jeremy Owens' death, people like Tim have lost their main pillar of support.

These people ended up claiming territories as their own, declaring themselves to be the top dog of the territory.

There were dozens of 'top dogs' like Tim, who were still able to make their way around Seechertown to an extent.

Tim grew even more cautious upon hearing that Wilbur seemed to know the Owens clan. "How do you know Lightning Hank and the Owens clan, then?" "How do you know them?" If Tim really was a member of the Owens clan, Wilbur was going to have a talk to lan about this when he got back.

Just then, Tim said, "I was one of Lightning Hank's men. I'm willing to respect another brother from the underground circle." "Oh, so you're not a member of the Owens clan?" Wilbur asked.

Tim said nothing, but his face flushed in silent recognition.

Wilbur pretty much understood then that he was just using the Owens clan name.

"Well, I'll tell you who | am since you asked." Tim replied, "I'm all ears." If this guy was someone big, he was willing to just let the situation blow over.