Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver novel Chapter 807

Taking these people down was just a piece of cake.

Right after Wilbur left, Belinda went over to the president's office.

Jerm Donner, the bank president, a rotund man in his fifties, was currently flipping through a document.

He frowned at the sight of Belinda. "Why didn't you knock?"

"C'mon, Mister Donner!" Belinda cooed, closing the door. She sat down next to Jerm, clutching his arm and rubbing her chest against it.

"That Kory Hunlip's back again, this time with a young man who threatened us to have everything they need prepared in three days or someone's going to jail!"

Jerm put the document down at once, his expression growing solemn.

He knew about this loan better than anyone else.

Someone had stolen Kory and his wife's identities to take out the loan.

This thief was someone Jerm himself knew and had profited off of greatly in the past.

Now, however, the thief had run off. The loan remained, however, and there was nothing to do but have Kory bear the loan.

Jerm had taken advantage of a great deal of his connections to get this case through a few departments, having Kory's house sealed off for auction.

Jerm was certain that as long as he managed to squeeze out whatever money Kory had left and also sell his house off, there would at least be some money going into the bank.

After draining Kory of everything, the loan would just be written off as bad debt and Jerm would be able to get off scot-free.

This was because Kory would not be able to pay anymore, and Jerm would have fulfilled his duty of trying his best to collect repayment.

It seemed, however, like the bastard wasn't quite playing according to Jerm's plan.

The thought made Jerm say, "Tell Jayen Toss to teach Kory and the guy he came with a lesson. Beat some sense into them, those bastards."

Wilbur nodded his head. "The next time someone breaks into the island, don't stop them. Just call me or leave it to Chester and the rest."

"Yes, sir."

Charles stared as Wilbur headed onto the island with everyone else, letting out a long sigh.

Charles had gone through a rollercoaster of events recently, and he felt like he had entered a new world altogether.

Wilbur seemed like a god to him, and he was no more than a speck of dust.

Yes, it was Charles' luck that the wind kicked up from Wilbur's steps and was able to lift Charles off the ground.

If Charles was lucky enough to land on Wilbur's shoes, he would have the glorious opportunity to be taken forward.

This job was Charles' only priority now. He behaved as if he was a disciple of Wilbur, faithful, and dedicated his life to Wilbur.