Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver Novel Full Episode novel Chapter 1305

The next morning, Wilbur waved goodbye to Bailey at the airport.

It was only after Wilbur had boarded the plane that Bailey finally turned around reluctantly, about to head to school.

Just as she had left the airport, however, she was stopped by several men clad in suits.

"What are you trying to do?" Bailey grew nervous at once.

"Oh, please don't worry. His Majesty Prince Bhumi would like to have a talk with you, young lady." An old man appeared next to Bailey.

She recognized him as the senior who had been alongside Prince Bhumi and saw how powerful he was.

Bailey's expression flickered with hesitation.

"We don't have the slightest bit of malice, Miss Johns. The Prince would just like to discuss a few things with you, some of which you would benefit from for sure," the senior smiled.

Bailey paused for a bit. The senior gestured for her to come with him.

In the end, she managed to muster up the courage to head over to Prince Bhumi's car.

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Over at Freeca, in Terya.

The country had a population of over three million people. It was neighboring Gango and had extremely rich resources, but its people were extremely poor.

Just then, in the president's office at the capital of Terya, Bane.

Michael Allan, one of the three top dogs of the Church of Holy Illuminati sat on the president's chair with one ankle resting on another knee.

Michael was about two meters tall, with ivory skin and a tall nose.

His long blonde hair fell straight down his back, over a black cape with gold hemming that made him look cooler and more mysterious.

"Mister Allan's a professional at this. Watch and learn, young Milo." Gary took a drag from his cigar, getting to his feet with a chuckle. He clearly paid this president zero respect.

The three men walked out of the office, heading over to a private room in the building.

A naked man was tied to a wooden cross, completely bloody from head to toe. His head lolled to the side, and it was unclear if he was dead or alive.

The two prosecutors in the room scrambled to retreat at the sight of the three men.

Milo frowned. "He's going to be dead if we keep hitting him."

"That's what you're doing? Weak," Michael snorted. He raised his hand, and a long, thin whip appeared in his grasp.

This whip looked to be about four to five meters long. It was completely forged out of spiritual energy, lined with razor-sharp needles that looked terrifying.

The whip was also ablaze with a pale white holy flame, emitting a holy glow.