Living With My Lady Boss - Season 11 Episode 13

The sun had set by the time Wilbur and Ryder made it back to Nichetown, and both of them were starving.

They found a decent-looking diner and headed right in.

They ordered a few things from the menu, planning to head back to Seechertown after they were done eating.

The food was served about 15 minutes later, and both men dug in with a wolfish appetite.

Just then, a man and woman walked into the diner.

The man looked to be in his thirties. He was dressed head to toe in silver and gold. The woman looked young and beautiful, exuding a meek demeanor.

The couple walked past Wilbur and Ryder’s table, and the man accidentally knocked Ryder’s suitcase over.

That suitcase contained a weapon as terrifying as the super cannon, as well as the mysterious green spore from earlier. That was why Ryder had brought the suitcase into the diner with him instead of leaving it in the car.

Seeing the suitcase kicked to the floor, Ryder glared at the man wordlessly. He picked up the suitcase, placing it somewhere else safer.

The man, however, stuck his chin out arrogantly at Ryder. “The hell are you looking at, huh? All because I kicked your cheap ass suitcase over?”

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Ryder turned to stare at the man coldly. “F*ck off.”

He had a cold resting face by nature. Paired with his even colder tone, it caused the man to flare up in anger at once.

“What the f*ck was that? I dare you to say it again,” the man glowered at Ryder viciously.

Ryder barely even looked up. “I told you to f*ck off. I can tell you again if you didn’t hear me the first time.”

The man could hardly contain his rage. Before he could even speak, however, the beautiful woman next to him fumed, “How dare you? Do you know who this is?”

“Nope. Not interested,” said Ryder coldly.

The woman glowered at Ryder. “Listen up! This is Mister Tyler Moquel, owner of Prosper Co.! Who do you think you are, speaking to him like that?”

“Ask around, son! Everyone here knows who I am. I’m friends with the four Nichetown Princes too, I’ll have you know! You must have a death wish,” Tyler said coldly.

Ryder frowned, turning around. “You better f*ck off if you don’t want to die. Do you hear me?”

“You motherf*cker.”

Tyler was enraged, his leg flying out to kick Ryder.

Ryder blocked it with an arm, elbowing Tyler in the ribs.

There was a loud thump, and Tyler was on the ground at once, crying out in agony.

The woman scrambled to check on him.

Wilbur spoke up then, “Come on, hurry up and eat. Don’t waste your time on these idiots.”

Ryder turned back to his food wordlessly.

Not long after, Tyler finally recovered enough to get back up, limping over to the nearest seat with the woman’s help.

“Are you alright, Mister Moquel?” The girl seemed nothing but concerned.

Tyler’s expression was positively ashen.

This was his new girlfriend whom he wanted to impress, only for something so humiliating to happen.

Tyler gritted his teeth. “I’ll f*cking show the bastard. Make sure he begs for my forgiveness and all.”

He took out his phone after that, dialing a number.

Wilbur and Ryder, on the other hand, continued to eat.