Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver novel Chapter 1462

A moment later, he ended up deciding to leave it for now.

Wilbur figured that the president was probably the mastermind behind what happened with Atrus.

Usually, anyone trying to kill Wilbur would be taken out with no exception.

Yet this man was the president, after all. Killing him would result in a national incident, which would cause a huge mess.

Despite everything, Wilbur had to hear that apology, or he would be a joke the second he left.

The president had to know just how terrifying it was to make an enemy out of an Emperor level elite.

Wilbur hardly left the castle in the next two days. Elise took care of his meals and laundry in the meantime, drawing the two closer to each other.

At the same time, President Brandon was positively furious in the president's headquarters over at Cranbella.

How dare a random cultivator demand an apology from him? He was the president!

Did the idiot think nothing of Westeria's nuclear weapons and innovative technology?

Did this guy really think he had Westeria wrapped around his finger after he had defeated Atrus?

Next to Brandon, Chief of Staff Dillon frowned. "Don't get so angry yet, Mister President. I don't think an apology is that big of a deal."

"What did you just say?" Brandon stared at his chief-of-staff in shock.

Dillon's eyebrows were furrowed together. "Mister President, this man killed Atrus Wood and over thirty Sanctuary level elites. We can't ignore that."

"Should I apologize to him, then? Our missiles would have him dead in seconds!" Brandon slammed the table.

Dillon lowered his voice. "Missiles can kill him, of course. A cultivator is still flesh and blood, after all. The body can't defend against hundreds of missiles."

Brandon frowned, falling deep into thought.

That didn't seem right for his pride, either.

Just then, Dillon continued. "Please remember that we lost half of our country's strongest elites, including Master Atrus. If you fix things with Wilbur Penn and make a friend out of him, we might even be able to thwart some other people using his power. You must know that now that Atrus is dead, and some of your enemies might be tempted to act."

Brandon's eyes slowly lit up at the words.

Everything was a trade or exchange in the world of politics, as long as there were benefits in the bet.

Brandon paced around the living room, thinking to himself.

A long pause later, he said, "You're right. Let's go to Morburn right now. I'm going to host a banquet for Mister Penn, so everyone knows I'm friends with someone even more powerful than Atrus Wood."