Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver novel Chapter 525

As he rose upwards, Wilbur caught the black dot, or more precisely, the person. A lady.

Right before Wilbur landed on the ground, he stuck out a leg and pushed himself sideways from a balcony to land on an empty alley behind the hotel.

In Wilbur's arms then was a dazed-looking woman who reeked of alcohol.

Actually, she even looked a little familiar.

Wilbur took a closer look at the lady. She looked a bit like one of Galloria's biggest celebrities, Sylvia Ronan.

Despite not paying much attention to the media, Sylvia was a big enough star who had appeared in the biggest headlines enough times for Wilbur to remember her.

Was it suicide?

Wilbur was a little confused.

A while later, he carried Sylvia back to his hotel room.

It was late at night, and Wilbur took the long way back so that they would not be seen.

He put Sylvia down on the couch, shaking his head.

He had just gotten here, and something like this happened.

What could have troubled a celebrity this big to jump off a building?

The clothes she was wearing did little to hide her perfect curves.

Wilbur could not help but marvel to himself, taking in the sight of the beauty before him.

Yet he saw Faye all the time and was so used to beauty like hers that Sylvia did not stir anything in him.

What Wilbur was confused about was why Sylvia had fallen from a building. Could she have just slipped and fallen because she was drunk, or was she actually trying to take her own life?

Either way, he was just going to wait for Sylvia to wake up and have her leave. After all, there were bigger fish that Wilbur had to fry.

Time passed by slowly, and Sylvia began to puke violently all of a sudden.

Wilbur huffed exasperatedly. He got up to clean her vomit up, helping Sylvia onto a chair and feeding her a large glass of water.

Sylvia flew into a fit of rage, pummeling at the windowsill and wailing at the top of her lungs.

Wilbur had no choice but to drag her back with a frown. "If you really want to die, you're going to have to find a different spot."

Sylvia was tossed onto the couch as she stared blankly at Wilbur.

A while later, she said, "I fell from the ninetieth floor. How the hell did you manage to save me?"

"I was in the middle of having a drink when I saw someone falling, so I leaped up to save you. I brought you back to my room since you were unconscious." Wilbur had no choice but to tell the truth. He could not find another explanation.

Sylvia was silent for a long time. "You're a cultivator?"

Wilbur raised his eyebrows in surprise but quickly calmed down after realizing that it was no surprise someone like Sylvia knew about cultivators.

He nodded slowly.

Sylvia smiled. "You're in trouble. Big trouble."

"What do you mean by that?" Wilbur asked.