Living With My Lady Boss

Instead of returning to the bar, he made his way to a nondescript courtyard in the city center.

In the courtyard, a beautiful woman lounged lazily in the sun.

As soon as Ben entered, he called out, "Darling, missed me?"

The beautiful woman looked up, unimpressed. "You scoundrel, you must have forgotten about me!"

"How could I forget you, my dear Lisa?" Ben said, while roughly tearing at Lisa's clothes.

Despite Lisa's protests, she soon found herself naked, revealing her sturdy body and astonishing peaks.

With a roar, Ben lifted Lisa, and with brute force, initiated their encounter.

Lisa screamed, clinging tightly to Ben's neck, but her body responded eagerly.

For a moment, the courtyard was filled with passion.

Shortly after, Lindon and his companions walked out of Earl Hans's estate, disappointment evident on their faces, and returned to the hotel.

In the hotel room's lounge, Carlson impatiently exclaimed, "They only said they'd help, but didn't mention how or when. Is this a joke? Are they trying to drive us crazy?"

"We're in a rush, but they're not," Lindon replied.

"But we can't just sit here waiting. The taste of prison isn't pleasant," Carlson said, his frustration palpable.

With a long sigh, Lindon said, "Even if Hans isn't directly involved, he's at least aware of it."

"Father, how do you know?" Elise asked, puzzled.

Lindon frowned, saying, "I've been roaming the cultivation world for decades, honing my ability to read between the lines."

"What should we do then?" Carlson groaned, rubbing his temples.

Lindon spoke slowly, "Let's start raising money, with a limit of one billion Dashan Dollars. I believe this sum should satisfy them."noveldrama

"Raising one billion in cash isn't easy either," Carlson said, his expression troubled.

With a sigh, Lindon remarked, "It's unavoidable. Sometimes, one must spend money to avoid disaster. It's also a lesson for Connor, Jaden, and the rest. The cultivation world isn't a place for easy success."

...

As evening fell, the steward left the manor, disappearing into the night.

Meanwhile, Earl Hans arrived at the base of the castle, descending into a dim underground chamber.

Holding a torch, Hans pushed open the door to the cellar, where a musty odor mixed with the stench of decay assaulted him. He covered his nose and mouth with a handkerchief, then mounted the torch on the wall.

Only then did he notice there was someone imprisoned in the cellar. Covered in mud from head to toe, the person's clothes were tattered rags, their frame skeletal. Their hands were bound tightly with iron chains, one end of which was firmly embedded in the blue stone floor. It rendered escape nearly impossible for any ordinary person.

The flickering light of the torch irritated the person's eyes, causing them to squint before looking towards Hans. Their face, obscured by dirt, made it impossible to discern their features.

Shaking his head, Hans spoke with pity, "Dear, have you made your decision?"

Avoiding the light, the person weakly retorted, "You have no integrity. Despite being n earl, a noble, you're nothing but a vampire, a demon, a disgrace to humanity."

Hans sighed, speaking slowly, "My dear, such is life. What you see is only what others want you to see. The real world is often cruel. It's better to just give me the account number and password. Then you can immediately have fresh food and a warm bed."